Chapter 27 Deleted Post
Zhang Li's death was somewhat tragic.
His body sank into the soft sofa, and he wore a silver-gray perception helmet on his head. His mouth was wide open, and the lower half of his face was filled with panic. It was as if his whole body was half swallowed by the helmet.
When Wang Ze arrived here, dozens of police officers had cordoned off the scene, but they still could not block the 'enthusiastic' citizens and the cameras they carried.
Two forensic doctors are examining the deceased, and a preliminary autopsy report has been given.
"The deceased died at 11:21 p.m."
He Qiu handed a form to Wang Ze and whispered:
"At that time, the deceased suddenly shouted in his seat. The waiter at the bar and several onlookers who were not logged in to the game were all witnesses.
"According to instrumental records, brain death and cardiac arrest occurred simultaneously.
"No one was around the deceased. After screaming, he began to have difficulty breathing. His whole body twitched unconsciously, and he foamed at the mouth. There was no movement within more than ten seconds.
"The first person who came over to check the status of the deceased was the bartender, they are all over there."
Following He Qiu's fingers, Wang Ze saw several young people sitting in the corner. There were female police officers beside them calming their emotions and recording their words.
Wang Ze asked: "What did the medical staff who came first to rescue say?"
"When they came over, the instruments they brought showed that the deceased was brain dead.
"Because Zhang Li was attacked by the ghost of Liming Street in the game world. After the medical staff determined that the deceased was brain-dead, they did not dare to destroy the scene and left it as it was."
He Qiu turned to look at the helmet on Zhang Li's head and lowered his voice:
"We initially suspect that the cause of death was this helmet."
Wang Ze nodded slightly.
"I'm going to check the surveillance here," He Qiu said. "The forensic doctor will dispose of the scene after finishing the records, and then you can check the helmet... The network here has been cut off, and the reality augmentation system has also been turned off."
"Go and do your work, just pretend I'm not here."
Wang Ze whispered.
He Chou arranged for two police officers to follow Wang Ze, and he quickly rushed to the control room of the entertainment city.
He was in a hurry when he arrived. As soon as he left Duanba, He Chou couldn't help but frown.
There were crowds of people in front of me. People gathered in the corridors and at the top of the stairs, looking longingly in this direction. Some people shouted the name of 'Officer Black Bear'.
He Chou ignored him and left quickly along the police cordon.
Not only the inside of the entertainment city, but also the streets outside were completely blocked.
At the crime scene, Wang Ze slowly moved around the deceased, looking for possible holes in the details.
This helmet naturally attracted Wang Ze's attention.
The helmet has no external pipes, and its energy comes from a built-in battery. This battery is small in size and has stable output power. It needs to be replaced about once every six months.
Wang Ze has gone through many cases where the deceased died wearing a sensory helmet, and he has also assisted in handling several homicide cases disguised as 'helmet murders'.
But the truth of these cases has nothing to do with helmets and mostly to do with toxins.
These network-connected devices are the foundation of the entire virtual industry. If their security cannot be guaranteed, the virtual industry will inevitably suffer a huge blow.
‘Autumn feelings and paintings. ’
Wang Ze was thinking these four words in his heart, and he had already watched the video of the ghost's murder on the way here.
He didn't want to think of the Wen Quan case to avoid falling into possible logical traps, but the murderer's direction was already so obvious.
Another middle-aged deceased.
Another ID from the "Creation Titan" era.
As gentle as jade, seeking drunkenness with a single sword, and painting with autumn feelings... Who else is next?
Wang Zegang wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the current popularity and spread of the live broadcast clip of the press conference, but he soon remembered that there was no Internet here.
As the second murder case breaks out and public opinion ferments, this information should spread more widely.
Wang Ze stuffed the 'glass cube' back into his jacket pocket, walked towards the witnesses in the corner, and stood directly in front of the saddest girl crying.
The girl had a pair of socks on her feet and a pair of roller skates beside her. She was wiping her tears.
"Hello," Wang Ze made his voice as gentle as possible, "My name is Wang Ze, and I am assisting the police in handling the case. Can you talk to me?"
The girl was slightly startled when she raised her head, then nodded quickly, and subconsciously moved to the side, leaving a place for Wang Ze to sit.
Wang Ze thanked him and began to ask about the relationship between the girl and the deceased.
"He has taken me to play games several times before. We have known each other for more than half a year. I have known him since I came here to work half a year ago... How could he be targeted by that monster on the Internet..."
The roller skating girl whispered:
"We usually call him Brother Zhang or Brother Li. Every time we come here, he is after get off work or on holiday. He is very well-dressed. I don't know about other things."
Wang Ze suddenly asked: "How is his gaming skills?"
"Technology? Operation?" The girl thought for a while, "It's pretty good, right? He prefers immersive black box games. I prefer competitive games and occasionally play this kind of immersive game."
"Thank you," Wang Ze said warmly, "I hope you were not frightened by this situation."
Then he turned to the bartender on the side with eager eyes and a face that said, "Ask me, I know more."
Sure enough, as soon as Wang Ze said "you", the other party began to introduce them nonstop:
"I worked here three years ago, and I have known Brother Zhang for three years. We had dinner together... Brother Zhang ordered takeout and asked me to eat together..."
In the corner, Wang Ze kept talking with several witnesses, trying to extract valuable clues.
And his figure soon appeared on the homepages of various websites, successfully attracting less than half of the discussion.
……
Police building, witness quarters.
Qi Ming was sitting on a chair, curling up her legs and hugging herself into a ball, surrounded by projection screens.
She was quickly browsing the current forum hot posts, and naturally knew about the case that had just occurred.
To say you are not afraid must be a lie.
Qi Ming has been busy with extramarital affairs and missing persons cases for half a year after joining the firm. This is the first time she has been exposed to a murder case, and she has to face a murderer who has turned herself into a ghost.
Afraid to return, Qi Ming firmly believes in one truth - suspected supernatural beings are just pretending, and the boss can definitely solve these problems.
But after watching the video content of "Zhang Li's Murder Case", Qi Ming always felt that there was something inconsistent.
The portal she is following has already posted a multi-angle video collection, which summarizes the perspective records of nine players present and restores the crime scene in the "El" game from multiple perspectives.
Qi Ming watched the video carefully for a while and fixed the video on the scene when Zhang Li's game character 'Shaun' was picked up by the ghost and slowly levitated, and then watched it repeatedly for twenty seconds.
"Something's wrong."
Qi Ming pinched her chin and muttered.
[How do you know what happened back then! It's obviously impossible for anyone to know! 】
This was Zhang Li's slogan before his death, and it is also the most discussed statement by the general public today.
But if you think about it carefully, this sentence is a bit illogical.
Every employee who enters the firm can get a booklet containing nine tips for investigating crimes written by Boss Wang.
Qi Ming slightly expanded his thoughts.
The ghost only said a few words from beginning to end, calling out the meaning of Qiu Qinghua, and then said that he was the second one.
This ghost didn't even say what it was about, so how could Zhang Li shout, "How do you know what happened back then?"
Assuming that Zhang Li, through Wen Quan's death, suspected that an enemy was coming to collect debts, then after seeing the ghost, he might shout something like "How do you know what happened back then?"
In this hypothetical situation, Zhang Li had psychological expectations and felt that the ghost might come to him.
Since there are psychological expectations, shouldn't Zhang Li take some countermeasures? Or go to work and play games as usual? Why didn't you contact the police?
After careful analysis for a while, Qi Ming found more unreasonable things.
She hesitated and gave up the idea of telling her boss about her findings.
Can the boss still see these small problems?
If you take the initiative to remind yourself, it will be a bit like asking for credit, which will not be conducive to future promotions and salary increases.
"The most important thing is to do the tasks assigned by the boss well. Keep paying attention to the reply posts."
Qi Ming turned off the projection screen in front of her, slid her fingers, and the projection screens on both sides slid over on their own, showing the page she had locked before.
Eh?
“Where is my post?”
Qi Ming stared, quickly opening the backends of several websites, and his forehead was gradually covered with black lines.
Two of the four originally pinned hot posts have been locked and one has been deleted. That’s fine, but what does that ‘your account is suspected of violating regulations and temporarily unable to log in’ mean?
Can the police's channels for collecting clues be blocked?
Qi Ming felt a little unbelievable, and quickly picked up her watch to make a call. All she got was a message that the other party's terminal was not connected to the Internet, and she could only send two messages to her boss.
at the same time.
At the scene of the crime, the deceased had been put into a freezer bag and moved away. Several police officers took away the helmet of the deceased and quickly sent it back to the technical department for disassembly.
He Chou and Wang Ze got together and made a brief summary of the existing clues.
He Qiu said: "A preliminary screening was done at the scene, and no fatal toxins were detected in the body of the deceased. All organs of the deceased were intact, and the brain did not have any structural damage, but the helmet... showed signs of being disassembled before."
"Bring all the helmets on site back for inspection," Wang Zedao said, "I have a guess now."
"What guess?"
Wang Ze smiled and said: "Shouldn't Officer He collect evidence and look for clues? It's not okay to just speculate."
"It's good to listen to it occasionally," He Qiu said with a frown, "Hurry up, I'm dying of anxiety now! This case is just like a ghost directly killing someone, and it's different from Wen Quan's case. The social impact is too bad."< br>
Wang Ze said calmly: "The guess is very simple. Only that helmet here has been disassembled."
"Huh?"
"I suggest that all the helmets here be taken back for inspection, and these staff members are also taken back to assist in the investigation."
Wang Ze looked at the empty sofa and muttered something in a voice that only He Qiu could hear.
"Poor acting." (End of chapter)