brutal inmates

The wall next to the long dark brown table has nothing pasted on it, nor is there anything hanging on it. It is always a little strange to see the whiteness.As for the color, it seems to be whiter than the other yellowish walls, and there is no sign of peeling off the wall skin.Cheng Weiyi tried to reach out and touch it up and down, and found that the touch of the wall was also very strange, and the sound of knocking was not muffled.When I tried to press the wall hard and push it, a piece of the wall was sunken inward and moved to the left.

It turned out that the wall was painted with wooden boards and disguised to look the same as the wall.After pressing and springing, it can be pushed to the left.The recessed rectangular area of ​​the wall is filled with cork boards.The cork board revealed at this time is covered with various printed papers and photos, densely packed.Including the plastic thumbtacks that Cheng Weiyi began to notice, are also used to fix the photos on the corkboard.

The pinned photographs, pictures, newspaper clippings, printouts, and penciled details on this side of the cork are stunning to look at.Because the notes pasted on it, marking the recorded work location, route, time, detailed tracking records, photos that were obviously taken secretly, and various background investigations are all those who have been killed by the "clown killer" profile.

It records the victim's work place or home address, their off work or school time, their fixed walking route, the sentences they escaped or the crimes they committed, all are recorded on it.Although many notes seem to have been torn or taken away, the planning and arrangement of things on this wall have fully proved who is the real "clown killer".

I don’t know if Lu Hongwen hastily evacuated the things left behind, or even if they destroyed them, he left them ironically for them to see...

Zhong Peng, who was standing beside Cheng Weiyi, was holding the plastic box of thumbtacks he was about to observe because of the bright colors, and looked in amazement at the newly discovered "evidence" on the wall. This kind of follow-up record is simply more careful and patient than their police.Just as he was sighing, the plastic box in his hand was too soft, so he couldn't hold it firmly. Zhong Peng slipped his hand, and the whole box of thumbtacks fell straight to the ground.

The round plastic thumbtacks of various colors in the box fell out of the unclosed lid and scattered all over the floor.This made Zhong Peng feel quite embarrassed immediately. Everyone is still busy searching for evidence, but he did it like this, and the thumbtacks all over the floor still make people walk...

He hurriedly took down a notebook from the table, trying to sweep all the thumbtacks on the floor into a corner so they could be collected.But not long after squatting down, Zhong Peng saw Cheng Weiyi squatting down with a serious expression on his face.

"Uh... Boss Cheng..." Zhong Peng wanted to apologize, saying that he didn't mean it just now, but Cheng Weiyi stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing to speak.

Cheng Weiyi picked up a few plastic thumbtacks from the ground and tried to throw them towards the wooden floor.Feeling that nothing was wrong, he moved forward a few more steps, picked up several thumbtacks and threw them on the floor again.

"Boss Cheng... What are you?" He didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Cheng Weiyi, who had a serious face, but Zhong Peng still couldn't understand the reason for Cheng Weiyi's actions.

Cheng Weiyi, with a serious expression, seemed to loosen his expression a little when he threw the thumbtacks to the side of the single bed in the bedroom. He raised his index finger and tapped on the floor.

"Listen." Cheng Weiyi, who finally spoke, signaled Zhong Peng, who was standing behind him, to also squat down and listen carefully.

Move your hand to the floor under the single bed first, and knock a few more times slowly.

"Boom—boom—boom—" the sound was clear and hollow.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Weiyi moved his hand to the far side of the single bed and knocked on the floor a few times.

"Bang—bang—bang—" The sound was obviously stronger and duller.

"Have you heard anything?"

"It seems that the sound of the board under the bed sounds hollow, which is a bit wrong. Could it be...the bottom of the board is hollow?!" The more Zhong Peng thought about it, the more likely it was, and his eyes widened in surprise at this discovery.

"Just now when I heard you drop the thumbtack on the ground, I heard something wrong with the sound of the thumbtack falling somewhere, so I tried it." Cheng Weiyi bent his head and observed that there seemed to be nothing under the single bed and the surroundings. No matter what kind of floor, the old wooden boards are not suspicious in terms of color or arrangement. In addition, the light under the bed is not enough, so nothing can be found.If it wasn't for the slight difference in the sound of the thumbtack falling on the floor, and being heard by his sensitive ears, Cheng Weiyi thought he might not have noticed that the floor under the bed was wrong.

A few policemen were quickly called, and the single bed was immediately moved to another place, and the area covered by the single bed was completely exposed to everyone.After moving away from the bed, there was light again. Just looking at the floor, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. Cheng Weiyi knelt on it and began to study it carefully, and noticed something wrong.

A square dent in the wooden floor was faintly visible, the size of which could allow an adult to pass through.If you don't observe very carefully, you may think that it is just a patchwork gap between the wooden boards, but after removing the bed and standing on it to observe, you can clearly see that the square gap is too unnatural.

There seemed to be something stuck between the gaps, Cheng Weiyi signaled the person next to him to hand over a thin pen, and moved the tip of the pen to the gap a few times, unexpectedly picked out a rope end from the gap? !The color is almost exactly the same as the color of the wood board, if you don't pick it out, you won't notice it at all.

Holding the string with his fingers, Cheng Weiyi pulled it upwards violently, and the square gap bounced upwards violently.A square hole appeared on the floor of Lu Hongwen's bedroom.

"This is... a hole?!" Zhong Peng looked at the dark hole and couldn't see what was inside, quite surprised.Logically speaking, it is impossible for an old-fashioned residential building like this to have a basement attached to it, so what is going on with this hole? ?

"Lv Hongwen probably dug it himself..." Cheng Weiyi reached out and touched the wall inside the hole, and even used his fingernails to dig out a small piece, rubbed it on the palm of his hand and observed, it was just some dark brown soil.Although the four walls of the hole were trimmed fairly evenly, there were obvious signs of man-made digging. The hole should have been dug out privately and did not belong to the original internal structure of the house.

Because the inside of the cave is very dark, basically you can't see anything if you probe it. Cheng Weiyi took out a tool with a flashlight function from his waist, and pressed the switch to shine into the cave.Less than half a meter away, he saw the plastic wrap or transparent plastic film reflecting the light of his flashlight? !

Those transparent and reflective films blocked the situation deeper in the hole, and it was unknown what was behind the transparent films.But gradually, Cheng Weiyi seemed to have smelled some clues in his nose.

"Boss Cheng, there seems to be some stench..." Zhong Peng, who was squatting next to Cheng Weiyi, was the second person closest to the entrance of the cave. He also seemed to smell a smell worse than dead rats in his nasal cavity. It floated in suddenly, and it was hard to dissipate for a long time. I didn't understand where the sudden smell came from.

"It's the smell coming from the cave. It seems that the situation is not good..."

Writer's words:

PS: The ears of the police uncle are more sensitive than ordinary people, and the plastic thumbtacks are "customized" in my special book. Don't try to use this method to identify the sound by yourself. I'm not responsible for the feet =L=