Chapter 17 Puzzle of the Past
Qi Zhiyong was not in a good mood.
Besides him, He Qiong, the most valuable and seemingly most confident family member, died in the basement in a daze.
Only the two sisters, who were covered in mud, returned to the hotel. They had been hugging each other and crying since their return, adding a sad atmosphere to the campfire dinner.
The sound of crying made Qi Zhiyong upset, and he knocked on his dinner plate.
"That's enough, don't waste your precious time crying!"
The two women finally stopped and took out a tissue to wipe their red and swollen eyes.
"Let's talk about today's discovery. The dead are dead, and we still have to find a way to survive."
Wen Chao and yesterday were completely different, and they seemed to be different overnight. Ten years older, he now looked nothing like a university professor, but more like a wandering old man who had lost his soul.
“My old man didn’t get much, he just picked up a bunch of junk.”
After saying that, he opened the small wine bottle and took a swig of Erguotou. Then he kept coughing due to the strong wine, and his old face turned red instantly.
“Happy!”
For his ideals and research, he has not drank for thirty or forty years.
But today, there is no need to care about those things.
Wu Xian stared at Wen Chao's bag thoughtfully. There were tapes, wooden boards, firecrackers, steel pipes, bottles, cans, electronic devices and other sundries in the bag.
As a detective, Wu Xian once discussed what to do if weapons could not be obtained from formal channels.
His final conclusion is that it is most convenient to go to the evil forces to rob.
But the experience gained during the seminar made him understand what the old man wanted to do.
“This old man is not simple!”
Qi Zhiyong frowned and looked at Shi Ji again.
"What about you?"
Historical records described his encounter in the cafeteria, but erased the information about the statue. He also added some additional information.
He found a diary on the counter in the cafeteria, which recorded the whole story.
The starving ghost's name is Chen Yan, and he came to Fuyuan City to join his relative Yu Yinghua.
When Chen Yan came to eat, he was recognized by the enemy who ran the canteen. The owner of the canteen kidnapped him and locked him in the basement during the day. He was not provided with any food except basic drinking water. At night, he filled the canteen with food. , gagged him and tied him to a pillar in the middle of the canteen.
One day, two days, three days...
Chen Yan finally starved to death in the canteen with countless food!
The cafeteria owner also wanted to kidnap Yu Yinghua, but Yu Yinghua had already disappeared by then, so the next kidnapping plan had to be terminated.
Qi Zhiyong only cares about the information that will allow him to get through the night. Wen Chao was a little drunk and the Su sisters were still crying. No one cared about this story.
But Wu Xian asked curiously: "What kind of hatred did they have?"
"The canteen owner's son disappeared early. When he was found, he had become a mummy. The police speculated that he had starved to death. This matter was related to Chen Yan."
"So that's it..."
Wu Xian nodded, took over the conversation, and talked about his discovery.
“I went to the darkroom of the hotel today and found some information. The owner of Ping An Hotel is named Wang Zhiwu, and the wife of the owner is named Yu Yinghua. I think this name impressed everyone.”
"They only took over Ping An Hotel two years ago. Before that, it was run by a couple named An."
"Another very interesting point is that the couple surnamed An deliberately kept the check-in record from a period of ten years ago, and the names Wang Zhiwu and Yu Yinghua also appeared on this check-in record."
The darkroom of the hotel was the last place Wu Xian went to today.
His instinct told him that understanding what had happened here might be more helpful for survival than blindly improving his strength.
Speaking of this, Qi Zhiyong suddenly interrupted.
“Speaking of which, I met a wanderer who called himself Anxin today. He told me that his daughter disappeared ten years ago and his wife became crazy because of it. He was worried that no one would take care of him after his death. Wife, I hope I can help.”
Wu Xian's eyes lit up: "How did you reply?" "If he didn't reply, I'd kill him."
Wu Xian was speechless.
This clue ends here.
Sister Su Huilan kept whimpering and could not provide any valuable information. She kept saying that they had harmed He Qiong and did not want to live anymore. It was completely meaningless.
...
This evening meeting ended hastily.
Wu Xian returned to the room, lay on the bed after washing, stared at the ceiling, and sorted out all the information he had obtained from the beginning to the present.
What he found from the secret room was also a newspaper.
A piece of news was recorded in the newspaper.
A woman named Zhao Juan went insane due to the death of her husband. She was so sad that she committed suicide in the Ping An Hotel. The room where she committed suicide was room 406.
This is also the reason why Wu Xian was attacked by evil spirits from the beginning.
This news is like a puzzle, connecting the clues obtained before, and the story that happened here gradually becomes clear.
The hotel owner couple Wang Zhiwu and Yu Yinghua, Mr. Wang from Fuxin Garden, and the hungry ghost from the community canteen, all four of them belong to the same criminal gang.
Ten years ago, they committed many major crimes in the neighborhood. The victims included the original hotel owner and his family, the community canteen owner, and Hangzhou Zhao Juan.
Two years ago, this criminal gang washed its hands. The bandit leader Wang Yu and his wife took over the Ping An Hotel. Mr. Wang and Zhao Juan were entangled, and the hungry ghosts were kidnapped. They gradually could not hide...
But it sounds like, just An ordinary case.
How could it become the starting point of evil disasters in this world?
……
Three o’clock in the morning.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the deserted corridor, and the door-breaker appeared on time.
Dong, dong dong!
The footsteps stopped, and a huge figure suddenly appeared at the door of Room 408.
"Mark...there is...a living person here."
The door-breaker raised his big foot and kicked towards the door. The solid wooden door was torn open like waste paper, and the huge and ugly The head poked into the room, but it saw nothing.
"No one... lied to me!"
"Roar!"
Break the door and let out a roar.
The lights in the corridor went out the next second. When the lights came on again, the evil spirit who broke the door had disappeared, leaving rows of tiny footprints on the lime marks on the ground.
These footprints got into the room of Wu Xian and others.
……
Room 406.
Wu Xian was sleeping soundly with the quilt between his legs.
Whether it was Yu Yinghua's knock on the door or Da Zou's breaking of the door, he only opened his eyes in confusion for a while.
This is not a lack of vigilance, but it is unnecessary.
He already knew what would happen. Even if he was awake, he couldn't do anything. If there was an emergency, he had already made an emergency plan.
"Hee hee, come and play, come and play."
"Hee."
Wu Xian, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a childish call.
(End of this chapter)