Chapter 356 "Zhao Xuan"
What about the smile...it doesn't feel like an expression that humans can make...
If Sun Hang had to describe it, it would probably be a highly distorted digital photo blended into a human skin mask. The key is that when attention is focused on this distorted photo, the content of the photo will gradually seep into it. His consciousness... He could never clearly see the appearance of that face, but the shuddering feeling brought by that face would be deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.
Of course, for others it was shuddering, but for Sun Hang, it was a very disgusting feeling... as if a slug had crawled into his nostrils and was still wriggling inside.
Sun Hang wanted to pull the slug out of his nostril, but it kept digging deeper and deeper...
"My day!"
Sun Hang cursed and forcibly stopped the memory review.
"What's wrong?" Song Yarong, who was standing aside and staring at Sun Hang, asked worriedly, "Your face... seems ugly."
"If you eat a slug while eating, your face won't be much better." Sun Hang said casually. He took two deep breaths, tried his best to put the disgusting feeling behind him, and then started again memory recall.
There must be something wrong with this little girl, but how did this engineer become infected and became a lurker? There are no clues in the memory fragments...
Could it be that the time when he became a "lurker" was before this memory?
No, that's not right... Sun Hang's intuition told him that the problem was that night...
Sun Hang watched the scenes of lighting candles and blowing out candles more than a dozen times. What puzzled him was that the little girl's smile was so weird and scary, but the engineer didn't feel anything wrong and still smiled. Looking at his daughter, his eyes are full of the love of an old father...
Father's love will not make a person a fool, unless the father's perception of reality has been distorted.
"Wait a minute."
As soon as Sun Hang thought, the picture being played was paused.
At this time, the little girl in the picture leaned down and gently blew out the nine candles inserted on the cake.
Everything in the picture stopped, except for the candles inserted on the cake...the firelight at the top was still swaying.
"The cake! The problem is the cake!"
After blowing out the candles, the engineer cut the not-so-large cake into three parts - one for his daughter, one for himself, and the remaining one he placed on the cabinet with a black and white picture of a young woman. in front of the photo.
When Sun Hang saw this place before, his attention was all focused on the engineer and his daughter. This time, when he looked back, he realized that the cake on the table behind him was not a cake at all, but a whole piece of ocher red. There are many small tentacles like potato sprouts on the surface of the meat, which are moving slightly.
After placing the third piece of cake in front of the photo of his deceased wife, the engineer turned around... The cake would have returned to its original state at this point in time before, but this time after being noticed by Sun Hang, the "cake" seemed to have been "seen through" , it has always looked like rotten flesh.
The engineer unknowingly picked up the plate containing the rotten meat, and under the "hopeful" eyes of his "daughter", he picked up a small piece with a fork and put it into his mouth...
"Bring out this engineer's family information!" Sun Hang suddenly opened his eyes and said to Song Yarong.
"This man's name is Zhao Ming. He is thirty-seven years old. He is an only child. He has no brothers or sisters. Both his parents passed away when he was young. He grew up in a welfare institution in Tianfu City, and he usually does not have much contact with distant relatives. Twelve years ago, he married Yan Lili, a woman who also grew up in a welfare institution. In the third year of their marriage, he gave birth to a daughter named Zhao Xuan.”
As if she had already checked Zhao Ming's information, Song Yarong said from memory: "But not long after giving birth to Zhao Xuan, Yan Lili was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer and died of the disease a month later. Zhao Ming did not remarry, but I raised Yan Lili alone..."
"Isn't that right?" Sun Hang suddenly interrupted, "Zhao Ming is an engineer at the Research Institute of Strange Objects. His job is not free enough to raise a child who has no ability to take care of himself while working, right? He and Yan Lili are both He grew up in an orphanage. Neither of them has parents. You also said that he never interacts with relatives... So what happened to this child? Is it possible that he was sent to full care? "
Seeing Sun Hang paying so much attention to Zhao Xuan, Song Yarong couldn't help but frowned: "What's wrong, do you suspect that there is something wrong with this Zhao Xuan? But it's also... Zhao Ming has a withdrawn personality. Apart from work, he has almost no personal relationships with his colleagues... Many of us say that the only thing in his world is his daughter... When he is in a good mood, he will show us photos of his daughter when she was a child..."
"Photos of your childhood? When you were young?" Sun Hang asked, "Are the photos still there?"
"Probably from when he was a baby... As for the photos, there should be some in Zhao Ming's mobile phone and personal computer. This will have to wait for technicians to crack it..."
"Back to the question just now, how does a busy engineer like him raise his daughter alone?"
"I heard he said he was looking for a nanny, but we don't know the details..."
"He only showed you photos of his daughter when she was a baby? No photos of her when she grew up?" Sun Hang asked again.
Song Yarong shook her head. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a chill, which quietly climbed up her heels and reached the back of her neck.
She couldn't help but shudder and shrink her neck.
"Her daughter should have a citizenship file, right?"
"This does have..."
"Are there any school records?"
"Let me check..." Song Yarong picked up the phone and started operating it. Gradually, her expression became weird.
"Have you found it?"
"Zhao Ming has never sent his daughter to kindergarten... Although this is a bit strange, it does not violate the federal compulsory education law... When Zhao Xuan was eight years old, he enrolled Zhao Xuan at Tianfucheng No. 2 Primary School Admission procedures, but according to the school’s files, In two semesters, Zhao Xuan didn't come to school for a day... According to the parents, the child was suffering from a troublesome disease and needed treatment because Zhao Ming was from the Institute of Strange Things. I don’t dare to ask any more questions over there..."
"Did Zhao Xuan go to school when going through the admission procedures?" Sun Hang asked again.
"No." Song Yarong still shook her head, "Zhao Ming completed all the procedures alone."
"In other words, this Zhao Xuan has never appeared in anyone else's field of vision..." Sun Hang pondered, "Where does Zhao Ming live?"
"Room 2701, Building 15, Maohua Community."
"First take Shen... take Tang Jing back to the research institute, and then ask Lao Wang to come back immediately. Don't leave Lao Wang's sight before we come back." Sun Hang said while opening the navigation on his phone. Software, found the location of Maohua Community.
This is a demolition resettlement house, located between the Fourth Ring Road and the Fifth Ring Road in the east of Tianfu City. It is located in a remote location. Logically speaking, with Zhao Ming's income level, he can definitely afford a better house...< br>
Why does he continue to live in this old shabby little house?
Is it to save a dowry for your daughter?
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Sun Hang quickly arrived at Building 15 of this Maohua Community - when he arrived, there were already several police officers and investigators standing on the rooftop, and a helicopter was hovering in the air, its propeller blades The sound was deafening.
"I'm really not afraid of alerting others..." Sun Hang glanced at the police officers who were frightened by his appearance, then showed his hunter's license and asked, "Is this Zhao Ming's residence?"
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"Yes, yes." The middle-aged police officer at the head nodded quickly, "The 27th floor is the top floor. You can reach it by going down to the rooftop."
The corridor was also crowded with heavily armed police officers. Two investigators wearing heavy armor were squatting in Room 2701, holding an alloy shield weighing more than ten kilograms in one hand and holding a pistol stuck in the groove of the shield in the other hand. The door is waiting for you.
Song Yarong has already given a greeting to this side, and as long as Sun Hang arrives, he will have full command of the scene.
"Is there any movement inside?" Sun Hang asked.
"Sir, no!" a police officer replied, "We have sent a drone to carefully inspect the inside of the house and found nothing abnormal."
"Have you ever detected the fluctuation of the strange creature meme?" Sun Hang asked again.
"Sir, I have also tested it and found no memetic fluctuations!" the police officer replied.
“Can you show me the drone image?”
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"Sir, please." The Sheriff handed over a tablet.
The drone they used is a snake-shaped drone often used in the archaeological field. This drone is flat and slender in shape and has multiple movable joints. It can easily pass through some places that conventional drones cannot get through. Gap - This time, the drone got into the room through the crack in the door and inspected the entire room.
The layout of the room was almost exactly the same as what Sun Hang saw in the memory fragments, and even the cake was placed in front of Yan Lili's black and white photo.
There were two plates on the dining table. One plate contained a third of a piece of cake, and the other plate only had some cream residue left on the bottom of the plate.
There was no rotten flesh covered with tentacles, or a little girl with a weird smile.
"Sir...do you need us to break down the door?" the police officer asked from the side.
"No, I'll do it myself." Sun Hang stepped forward, held the door handle, and pushed it gently, and the door was pushed open as if it was unlocked.
A "swish" sound of rubbing cloth and equipment came from behind. The sheriffs and investigators all raised their weapons, with more than a dozen black muzzles pointed at the room.
"Don't come in yet." After saying this, Sun Hang kicked away a few pairs of slippers piled at the door and walked inside.
He turned on the light in the living room.
The moment he lowered his head, Sun Hang noticed something was wrong.
There are several pairs of shoes on the shoe rack at the door, including adult men's shoes and children's shoes suitable for girls - there is nothing wrong with adult men's shoes, but there is something wrong with these children's shoes.
The sizes of children's shoes are very messy, and the difference between the largest and smallest ones is almost half... It's like putting all the shoes that a little girl has worn since childhood together...
These shoes were covered with a thin layer of dust, but apart from this layer of dust, all the shoes were new, with no wrinkles on the uppers or heels, and seemed to have never been worn.
"Haha." Sun Hang sneered, raised his head, and looked around the room.
The children's room is easy to find. The pink door with the sign "Xuan'er's Room" on it is very conspicuous in the simple interior decoration style.
The Public Security Bureau's drone also inspected this children's room. There was a small pink bed, a set of pink children's desks and chairs, and a pink bookcase.
The bookcases are filled with books suitable for children, as well as dolls and other toys that little girls like.
But these things, including the desk and bed cover, were also covered with a thin layer of dust.
Sun Hang walked straight to the children's room and pushed open the door.
His nose twitched twice, and he seemed to smell a faint pungent smell.
At first, Sun Hang thought that the smell came from the chemicals emitted by these almost brand-new furniture, but then he thought about it. Although these furniture were new, they had probably been here for several years. Even if there was any smell, it would have been there for a long time. It's already gone.
Sun Hang walked around the room and finally located the source of the smell on the wall at the head of the bed.
"Come in, two people, bring the law enforcement recorders with you." Sun Hang waved to the door of the room.
The sheriff who had just spoken to Sun Hang and another investigator holding a shield walked in cautiously.
"There is something inside the wall." Sun Hang said to the two of them.
"Is...is it a strange thing?" The Sheriff was startled and subconsciously took half a step back.
"Probably not, I didn't smell the peculiar smell of strange things." Sun Hang shook his head, "Turn on the recorder."
"I've been filming," the sheriff said.
"That's fine... By the way, if I smashed the wall open, it shouldn't be considered as damaging the scene, right?"
"Well...if there are clues inside the wall, destructive excavations are inevitable...but before that, we may be able to use other means to determine what is inside the wall..."
"I've confirmed it." After saying that, a liquid metal hammer appeared in Sun Hang's hand, and he smashed the wall at the head of the bed.
Lime and cement peeled off, and they soon discovered that this wall had been broken open before, but after sealing it, the owner of the house renovated the entire room, completely covering the sealing marks with pink underneath the paint.
Soon, a huge glass jar appeared in the three people's field of vision, and at the same time, the pungent smell in the room gradually became obvious.
The glass jars were filled with a solution suspected of being formalin, and in these solutions were soaked the remains of a baby.
(End of chapter)