C3 a person who has been scared to death

China, Yongzhou Province, Phoenix City, a residential district.

"Duk Duk Duk"

"Kiss!"

"Who are you?" whispered a haggard woman as she opened the door.

Zhang Cuifeng stepped forward and said in a friendly manner, "Hello, we are part of the city's Criminal Police squad. We came here to learn some things about your husband."

The woman could not help but ask, "Didn't you come this morning?"

Tan Ziqiao also came forward. "We haven't fully understood some of the details. We're here for a second investigation."

The woman nodded. "Come in!"

It was still daytime, but for some reason, the woman pulled up all the curtains but did not turn on any lights. The room was completely yellow.

In a corner of the living room, there was a table with fruit on it. The man's photo was lying on the wall. The flickering candle light and the burning incense that alternated between light and darkness were the only light source in the room. The misty burning incense filled the entire room, causing the room to feel extremely stifled.

Tan Ziqiao and the others walked over, standing in front of the table and saluting.

Only then did Tan Zizhi turn around to comfort the woman. "My condolences, pay attention to your body!"

The woman nodded, but tears gushed out of her eyes. She quickly put one hand to her mouth and the other to wipe away her tears.

Tan Ziqiao walked over and patted the woman's shoulder. "We promise we will give you an explanation!"

The woman nodded, her hand covering her mouth as she said, "Thank you, thank you!"

Tan Ziqiao looked around the room again. "Can you tell us what happened on the night your husband was killed?"

The woman wiped off her tears and took a deep breath to calm her emotions. Then, she said in a choked voice, "That night, I had to work overtime, so I came home a little late ?"

August 16th, 21320 hours. Phoenix City.

The woman rubbed her stiff neck, complaining as she walked out of the office building.

It was still raining outside, and when a gust of cold wind blew by, the woman felt goosebumps all over her body. She clutched her arms and ran through the rain toward the nearest bus stop.

She still managed to catch the last bus.

She sat in her seat, her eyes fixed on the outside. Phoenix City, which was brightly lit, was surprisingly calm under the new rain. The ruckus in the city had completely dissipated, and if not for these bright and resplendent lights, Phoenix City would probably be no different from a Ghost City.

She and her husband had just gotten married. They were both in the working class, and the mortgage alone was enough to give them a headache. Moreover, this year's Phoenix City tourism season had arrived early, so her bonus would be reduced by at least half. Their days would once again fall to rock bottom.

"We're at Electronic Street. Please move towards the back door. Open the door and be careful. Please get in and hold on."

The bus stop pulled the woman back from her thoughts. She hurriedly grabbed her bag and got off the bus in a hurry.

The rain got heavier and heavier. There was still some distance between her home and here. She took out her phone and dialed the man's number.

"I'm sorry, the call you made is busy, please call again later." After ringing for a long time, the cold robot prompted.

The woman dialed again, but there was still no answer.

She could not help but feel even more resentful. After ferociously stomping her foot on the ground, she rushed out of the rain while carrying her bag. By the time he ran into his apartment building, he was already soaked to the skin.

The woman went up to the second floor with resentment. She then took out her key and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, the smell of smoke wafted in the air. The woman could not help but burst out, "How many times have I told you not to smoke at home! I'll call you and pick me up. What are you trying to do? Is it easy for me to do this for my family? "

However, the house was deathly silent. The man didn't reply, only his own voice reverberating in the room.

At first, the woman was stunned, then she was shocked. She didn't know why, but her heart skipped a beat.

"Hubby?" She closed the door and asked tentatively.

But no one answered her.

The light in the living room was still on and the TV was still playing. The man probably wasn't asleep yet, but why didn't he answer?

The woman started to panic. "Hubby? Hubby, answer me, don't scare me! "I'm a coward."

The woman took two steps and caught a glimpse of a shoe out of the corner of her eye behind the sofa.

After taking two more steps, a leg appeared in his line of sight.

The woman rushed over, followed by a scream that pierced the silent sky.

That night, the fourteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the gates of hell were wide open.

"That is to say, when you came in, your husband had already ?"

The woman nodded, tears streaming down her face again.

"Do you still remember when you came back?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't remember ?"

Tan Ziqiao pointed at the three sofas and asked, "Which one is your husband behind?"

The woman pointed at the sofa by the window. "It's behind that sofa."

Tan Ziqiao walked over. "Then I'll have to trouble you to demonstrate to me how he was lying behind the sofa."

At the main street of Phoenix City, Yongzhou Province.

"Officer Tan, we have already circled around here a few times, what are we doing!" Zhang Cuifeng asked as he drove.

Tan ZiZhang lit up a cigarette and gave Wang Dongyuan another: "Have you searched all the residential buildings that woman stayed in and the surrounding buildings?"

Zhang Cuifeng nodded his head, "It's all searched, there's nothing else!"

"Stop the car!" Tan Ziqiao suddenly shouted.

Zhang Cuifeng anxiously stopped at the side: "Officer Tan, what's wrong?"

However, Tan Ziqiao didn't say anything. He opened the car door and got out and took a long drag from his cigarette.

They once again returned to the starting point, the entrance to the women's residential district.

Tan was smoking and staring blankly at the commercial building opposite the woman's residential building.

"According to the woman, the dead man was leaning back against the sofa, facing the window. "Instinctively, if you are in danger, you will step back and find someone to lean on. Then, with a little psychological comfort, you will feel a bit more at ease ?" Tan Zichong said as if he was minding his own business.

Wang Dongyuan frowned: "What you mean is, the victim might have seen something from the other side?"

Tan Ziqiao turned around and asked back, "Do you have any more reasonable explanation?"

Wang Dongyuan laughed: "Is this explanation very reasonable? Do you know that the opposite side is still an adobe room, recently installed glass curtain wall, inside has not been decorated! What did you say you could see there? "Ghost?"

"Captain Wang head, this month is the Lunar New Year's seventh month, which is also the Ghost Moon. Maybe, you really saw something that you shouldn't have seen!"

Hearing that, Wang Dongyuan and Zhang Cuifeng were both startled: "Officer Tan, you can't speak carelessly. We are police ?"

Tan Ziqiao opened the car door and got into the car. "Get in. This time around, it'll be a little bigger!"

After the new rain, the intense heat was mercilessly driven away by the endless night. It was as if overnight, the day suddenly shortened, and the night abruptly increased. Before people were bathed in the white light, night had already fallen.

When the three of them came out of a small noodle shop, there was already a flash of neon light outside.

The rain began to fall again, making people feel annoyed by the noise. Wang Dongyuan held onto his toothpick and kicked his tire twice. "Leader Tan, shall we continue?"

Looking at the drizzling rain, Tan Zizheng nodded his head, "Yes, or what?"

The police cars were flashing their lights as they moved back and forth in a radius of five hundred meters around the house of the deceased. During the whole afternoon, they had turned almost every street that a police car could enter.

The interior of the car was eerily silent. Tan Ziqiao sat in the back row with his eyes closed, slowly mapping the area in his mind. Not a single building, every street, every building, every landmark.

"Officer Tan, how much longer do we have to go around here?" Zhang Cuifeng finally could not hold it in anymore and asked.

Tan Ziqiao opened his eyes and looked out the window. "Are you in a hurry?"

Zhang Cuifeng quickly explained, "No no, I was just casually asking."

The car went on for a while, but suddenly it was blocked.

Wang Dongyuan lit a cigarette: "What's going on? "When we came earlier, it wasn't blocked."

While they were waiting, a traffic policeman suddenly walked over and knocked on the car door. After saluting, the traffic cop said, "Hello, there's water in the road ahead. Several cars died in the water and we are dealing with it, but we don't have enough police force. Can you guys help us manage the traffic temporarily?"

When Tan Zigui heard this, he suppressed his gaze and looked towards the ground.

At this moment, the water on the ground was about five centimeters thick. It was hard to imagine how thick the water in front of them was.

In the darkness of the night, the water was like a mirror, reflecting the shops on the side of the road. Tan Ziqiao could even see the small words printed on the door of the shop through the reflection of the water!

In that instant, Tan Ziqiao suddenly realized something! He immediately shouted: "Zhang Cuifeng, turn around! Let's go back! "

Zhang Cuifeng was startled. "Mn? What? Where to? Officer Tan, we are stuck in a traffic jam, so we can't go anywhere! "

He opened the door and got out of the car, hurriedly running towards the back, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Wang Dongyuan cursed, he also opened the door and ran out, leaving a message, "You stay here and help guide the transportation, in addition to calling for reinforcements!"

Zhang Cuifeng was a monk at the moment, muttering: "Call for reinforcements? Reinforcements? "

About half an hour later, Tan Zizi arrived at the woman's house with his squeaky boots and knocked on the door.

His entire body was drenched, and his hair was stuck to his forehead. Rainwater flowed down his cheeks, converging on his chin before dripping onto the ground.

A moment later, the woman opened the door and was surprised to see Tan Ziqiao like this. "Police, Comrade Police Officer, what are you doing ?"

Tan Ziquan looked inside the house. "I want to borrow your balcony."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but she still invited Tan Ziqiao in.

Tan Ziqiao immediately went up, pulled the curtain aside, opened the glass door and walked onto the balcony. Just as the woman was about to close the door, Wang Dongyuan rushed out with his still water permeating hat and grabbed the door: "Sorry, there's still me ?"

Then, without waiting for the woman to say anything, he rushed into the woman's house.

Outside the balcony, Tan Ziqiao was standing in the rain, staring blankly at the other side.

Wang Dongyuan took off his hat, touched his wet hair, and shook the water off his hands. He tucked the cap under his arm, took out the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, picked out two that were not completely drenched, lit them at the same time, and headed for the balcony.

The cold wind poured in from the balcony and filled the room. The woman looked at the two on the balcony, hugging her shoulders and trembling slightly. It was unknown whether it was due to fear or cold.

Wang Dongyuan passed the cigarette in his hand to Tan Zhitong and smoked fiercely. "What are you looking at?"

Tan Ziqiao took the cigarette and took a puff as well. "It depends on the crime scene."

Wang Dongyuan was startled, he looked at the unfinished building in front of him, then looked at Tan Zizhi and laughed: "Nonsense, there's nothing on the other side."

Tan Zizheng's hand that was holding the cigarette stopped.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Dongyuan: "What did you see in the building opposite us?"

Seeing that Tan Ziqiao was so serious, Wang Dongyuan's hand that was holding the cigarette stopped.

He turned his head to look at the building opposite. "I saw the unfinished building, the dark glass walls, the glass walls."

As he spoke till here, Wang Dongyuan stopped in his tracks. He turned around with his eyes wide open and looked at Tan Ziqiao, muttering, "I ? I even saw the crime scene ?"

The two of them stood in the rain, staring into each other's eyes. The cigarette in their hands, which they had not finished smoking, had already been drenched by the rain.

Soon, in the silent night sky of Phoenix City, the sound of sirens could be heard.

In the police car, as Wang Dongyuan wiped his hair with a dry towel, he used his walkie-talkie to shout, "Hey, Little Zhao, find every single person in the team who can transfer to me. "Use the house of the deceased as a point, extend a straight line due north, and search this line and the surrounding buildings carefully for me. Don't let any of them escape, understand?"

"Tell them to stop what they're doing! This was the most important thing! Hurry up and come here. If you delay any longer, I'll kill you! "

"Damn, who the hell keeps the channel!" Wang Dongyuan threw his walkie-talkie onto the seat and took out his phone to look at it. He could not help but say with regret: "Ugh, this phone is considered scrapped."

Beijing time August 20th, night, 2231 PM. At the aristocratic families' Star City District of Phoenix City's North District.

When Tan Ziqiao and Wang Dongyuan arrived at the entrance of B Family on the fifteenth floor of Building D, a cordon of security was already up. Criminal investigators were entering and exiting the building as they went back and forth, inspecting the scene.

Wang Dongyuan hurriedly put on the gloves and footwear, and entered the house with Tan Zizhi.

This was an upscale residential area. The residents here were either rich or expensive, so the furnishings were luxurious. Just the crystal chandelier alone was enough to make people click their tongues.

Seeing that Wang Dongyuan and Tan Zi Ji had arrived, the Medical Examiner Hui Min hurried to welcome them. "Captain Wang!"

Wang Dongyuan asked anxiously: "How was the scene?"

Hui Min did not answer, but said: "Follow me!"

Hui Min brought them to a room's door. Before they even entered the room, a thick smell of blood permeated the air. Wang Dongyuan slightly frowned, but Tan Ziquan's expression did not change.

After pausing for a moment, Tan Ziqiao still walked in with large strides.

The owner of the house seemed to be practicing dancing. The room was like a standard practice room, with wooden floors, stretching appliances, yoga pads, and a yoga ball. The most attractive part of it was the huge mirror facing the window.

The floor of the room was littered with blood, slightly shaped, ribboned, and naturally flowing, but frozen.

The floor was still littered with bloody paw prints and footprints left behind by his bare feet. Tan Ziqiao squatted down and measured the footprints with his own hands.

The paw print was about the size of half of his hand. On the contrary, the footprints were pitifully small, like the size of a lotus flower. However, the paw prints intersected with the footprints in a spacial pattern, causing one to be unable to stop thinking about the connection between them.

These footprints and paw prints were randomly distributed, interlaced with the distribution of blood. It was impossible to see the pattern at all. However, the bloody footprints and paw prints extended all the way to the windowsill and disappeared into the room.

Near the window, a dark red ball of flesh lay on the ground, its bloody footprints and paw prints brushing past it.

Wang Dongyuan pointed to the ball of meat and asked: "What is that?"

Hui Min shrugged his shoulders. "Heart."

Wang Dongyuan was startled: "What?"

As the two of them chatted, Tan Ziqiao silently walked over to the window. First, he stuck his head out the window, looked downstairs, and then looked into the distance in a daze.

Wang Dongyuan walked over: "Officer Tan, what are you looking at?"

Tan Ziqiao turned his head. "I'm looking at our eyewitnesses."

Wang Dongyuan understood, and the two of them turned around together to look at the huge mirror on the ground directly opposite the window.

July, Ghost Moon. It was drizzling and unknown.