Volume 2 The Curse of the Ba People Chapter 94: Garbage House
After saying that, she picked up the glasses, took off one of the legs, and with a pull and a push, a port was exposed. She plugged the port into Ouyang Xue's computer.
"This is a USB drive, speed."
Although Ouyang Xue was very curious about this peculiar structure, she still restrained her curiosity and nodded cautiously.
Just as the four were about to leave, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.
"If you have something to say, just call outside. I have a major case to deal with here. You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you!" Ouyang Xue picked up the phone and slammed her fist on the desk. Judging from the tone, it was probably a call from a patrolman who didn't know what was going on. He didn't know that his boss was angry. Isn't this just asking for a beating? Yin Hui and Conan Doyle looked at each other and laughed at the same time. This young lady's temper is really explosive.
At this moment, Ouyang Xue's expression suddenly changed: "What? Say it again! Missing again? Wait, I'll be there soon." After saying that, she drank the coffee on the table and hurriedly put on the police hat on her head.
"Something happened?" Yin Hun stuck out his tongue.
"Yeah!" Ouyang Xue nodded: "Another fucking person is missing around here."
"Another one missing?" Yin Hun frowned.
"Yes! The patrolman just called and an old lady reported that her husband was missing. Do you want to stay here or go check it out together?" Ouyang Xue put the walkie-talkie on the cassette on her chest and glanced at him quietly.
In fact, she still hoped that Yin Hun could go with her. Although this boy was idle and unscrupulous, he had good observation skills. His occasional questions could greatly benefit her in terms of thinking.
"Let's do it together!" Huang Helou lit a cigarette. "These two cases happened so close in time, and both involved disappearances. This shows how unscrupulous the mastermind behind this is. Rather than being fearless, it's better to say that this is a demonstration against us!"
"You are right. Even if it is a coincidence, it is no big deal." Conan Doyle was quite moved by what Huang Helou said, so he nodded in agreement.
So, Ouyang Xue called two of his subordinates who were good at fighting skills, and they got into two cars with Conan Doyle and others and drove to the scene of the incident at a high speed.
This is a slum in an urban and rural development zone. The surrounding garbage mountains are stacked like terraced fields, emitting a strong smell that made the two women present frown. At the intersection, the patrolman who was scolded so much had been waiting there early. He didn't even dare to look at Ouyang Xue and obediently acted as a guide in front.
Soon, everyone came to a cheap rental house. In a tent made of nylon cloth, an old woman with silver hair was holding a photo in her hand, stroking it slowly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, this only photo would be lost.
"Oh! Police comrade, police comrade, you are finally here." When the old woman saw the patrolman leading the way, she hurriedly straightened up from the bed where she was tied up with rags, groping around in confusion with her hands.
"Old lady, what happened?" Ouyang Xue saw that the old woman's eyesight was not very good, so she tried her best to support her to avoid any accidents.
"I...what can you tell me to say...my old man disappeared inexplicably..." The old woman covered her face with her hands and said sobbingly.
"He's missing. Didn't he tell you where he went?" Ouyang Xue pressed the recorder on her chest and asked in a gentle tone.
"No...no...nothing." The old woman rubbed her tears and said, "I'm old now, and it's not easy. I've been living with the old man for so many years, and we make a living by picking up scraps. The old man's legs were injured in the war, and my eyesight is not good either. We have been making do until now, without any illness or disaster. Although we are poor, we are all very comfortable."
"Old lady, can you tell us your story later? What I want to know more is how your husband disappeared!" Conan Doyle leaned over and listened attentively.
Seeing a picture of Sun Yat-sen hanging on the wall covered with newspapers, and a blue sky, white sun flag from the Republic of China period next to it, and the old woman saying that her husband was injured in the war, Conan Doyle roughly guessed that the missing old man should be a Kuomintang soldier. Since he was a soldier, although he was old, he still had at least some vigilance. How could he just disappear in an instant?
"Yeah!" The old woman nodded: "He just picked up some rags yesterday and had a good income, so he bought some meat and made hot pot for me..." The old woman continued: "But, while we were eating, I talked to the old man, but he ignored me and didn't say a word. I thought he was angry, so I got a little anxious. When I looked up again, the room suddenly became dark and the old man was gone! I thought he went out to relieve himself, so I sat on the bed and waited, but I didn't see him come out for a long time, until... until today, he didn't come back!" The old woman cried and held Ouyang Xue's life-saving straw, refusing to let go: "How can I live!"
"Did the old man suddenly disappear while he was eating?" Conan Doyle stood up and looked around the structure of the room, hoping to get some clues.
Huang Helou put out his cigarette, walked around the table, and suddenly said, "Old man, there are only two chairs next to this table, right?"
The old woman nodded with sobs.
Seeing a corner of the table leaning against the wall, Huang Helou smiled and asked, "Are you guys sitting on the left and right?"
"Yes!" The old woman nodded again.
"So, is the missing old man sitting on the left or the right?"
"On the right..." the old woman said in confusion.
"I understand, thank you!" Huang Helou nodded, moved his chair, and sat on the right side of the table: "Yin Hui, you sit here." He pointed to his left.
Yin Hun didn't know what he was up to, but he still followed his instructions, moved the chair and sat in the designated seat.
"At that time, the two of us ate hot pot like this." Huang Helou put his hands on the table and made a gesture of holding chopsticks.
Yin Hui suddenly realized that he wanted to reconstruct the crime scene. So he nodded and said, "Yes, let's eat hot pot."
"The table is not big, and we are sitting facing each other, so our feet must touch each other, otherwise there is no way we can sit down." Huang Helou murmured to himself.
"If I want to walk, I have to stand up, so my feet will definitely move from their original position." After saying this, Huanghelou's leather shoes moved: "Close your eyes, can you feel it?"
"It's obvious!" Yin Hun answered simply.
Conan Doyle's eyes moved, and he understood: "Old woman, can't you feel your husband's feet leave you?"
"Girl, you don't know. I have had rheumatism since I was a child. Now that I'm old, my lower body is almost broken. You can't feel it even if you hit it." The old woman smiled sadly.
"Um?"
Huang Helou narrowed his eyes and then decided to stand up.
At this moment, he realized that once he sat down, it was almost impossible to stand up easily. Because the whole space was ridiculously narrow. If he wanted to stand up, there were only two ways, one was to move the table, and the other was to push the broken old sofa behind him.
Thinking of this, Huang Helou added a little more strength and gently moved the old sofa backwards. The sound was loud, intermittent and extremely harsh.
Looking more closely at the sofa, I saw that one of its legs was broken and it was now leaning crookedly underneath. Could it be that if it moved, it would scream like crazy?
"Old man, if you want to stand up from this chair, you have to move the chair and the sofa behind you. The noise is not very small. Didn't you hear even a little bit?"
A gleam of light flashed in Huang Helou's eyes.
The old woman was startled for a moment: "Yes! I am also confused, why didn't the chair move when the old man left?"
Huang Helou finally got a clue. Now he was not in a hurry to stand up from the chair, but sat inside, trying to escape by various methods, but the answers were all impossible, because the distance between the two was too close.
"If the chair was originally outside, which means that when the old man sat down, he was not too close to the inside, then everything would make sense, right?" Ouyang Xue's eyes lit up.
"No! Impossible." Huang Helou denied it outright: "This is not cement ground, but yellow mud ground. Look at the marks on the ground. Only where I am is there a trace of chair legs. The marks on the rest of the ground are blurred. They must have been left behind in the past."
"This incident seems to be similar to Yu Tianlai's disappearance case. The murderer is unfathomable!" Yin Hun sighed, then glanced at the ground, trying to find any footprints.
Although it was a yellow mud floor, the footprints of a group of people were all over the house. Even if there were traces of the murderer, it would be difficult to find them. After all, they had been mixed together.
"No, wait!" Staring at the ground, Yin Hun's expression suddenly became serious: "Stop right there, stay where you are, don't move."
His words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Yin Hui..." Huang Helou was about to stand up from the chair, but Yin Hui glared back at him fiercely: "Sit down, don't move, no one should move."
The doubts in everyone's mind grew even stronger.
"Have you ever thought that even if the murderer is so powerful, he should have left footprints after entering the house, unless he is not a human." Yin Hun looked down at his feet.
"Well! That makes sense, but with so many of us trampling on it just now, the footprints have already been mixed up." Ouyang Xue's doubt was not unreasonable.
Yin Hui smiled faintly. He had considered this question from the beginning. "That being said, our footprints were all made when we came in, which means they were facing inwards. The footprints when we left were facing outwards. Since the murderer came in, he must have left. Don't move. Squat down and search slowly to see if there are any footprints facing outwards."
After saying that, Yin Hun took the lead in searching.
Ouyang Xuelian said that it made sense and felt excited.
Even Huang Helou showed an approving look for the first time: "Team Leader, this kid has great potential. It would be a pity not to accept him."
"I can't do anything. If you can do it, it would be a good thing." Conan Doyle smiled. If Yin Hui could be dragged in so easily, she would have done it long ago.
"Okay! Leave this matter to me!" At this moment, Huang Helou had already started thinking about how to set the trap.
"Has anyone noticed any footprints pointing outwards?" After a while, Yin Hun frowned.
"It seems not!" Everyone stared at their feet in confusion, shaking their heads and sighing.
"That's strange. Can he really pick up objects from a distance?" Yin Hun was extremely discouraged.
"Okay, let's investigate this matter here for now. We will contact you once we have the latest clues." Conan Doyle knew that it would be futile even if he continued to dwell on it, so he had to withdraw his troops.
To be honest, as a person of noble European knightly blood, she had long been unable to bear the smell that permeated the house, and she didn't know how the old couple had managed to survive all these years.
"Then I'll trouble you. If you can find the old man's body, please inform me! I'm already old, half of my body is in the coffin, and I've long wanted to go to the underworld with the old man." Looking at the old woman's expression, not only did she no longer have the previous loss, but she also had more yearning. It seems that she is very open-minded about the cycle of life and death. Since her husband has gone to another world, she must follow him. This is what a loving couple should be.
Conan Doyle waved his hand and received the pardon order, and everyone ran out of the garbage room as if they were escaping.
There was always a foul smell inside. As soon as they walked out, everyone started coughing, as if they wanted to spit out everything they had inhaled.
