Celestial Ghost Master

In the winter of 2011, Christmas Eve.

There is only one week left before the turn of the year.

On the busiest street in City A, there was a lot of people and noise, and the traffic jam at the intersection was serious. The red and blue police lights stood by to maintain order.

The loudspeakers in the square repeatedly played warnings like "Don't crowd and push to avoid a stampede". However, the residential area, which is only two streets away from the square, is inversely proportional to the hustle and bustle here.

The horizontal strip drawn by the yellow cordon separated the curious or surprised eyes of the people around. There were police officers taking notes around, and a few police cars were parked outside the yellow line. The surrounding atmosphere was a bit heavy and tense.

This is an ordinary apartment house with only seven floors at the highest.Buildings like this are not uncommon in this residential area. The neighborhoods are very close to each other. There is not much greenery. There are barbershops, small supermarkets and banks at the door. Diagonally across the road, there is a public primary school.

On this lively Christmas Eve, no one expected that there would be a murder case. The ambulance had just left 10 minutes ago, and the security guard at the gate of the community was being questioned by the police. Nervous and breaking out of cold sweat, he breathed out white mist under the winter night.

"What? No, no, no...it's impossible."

The man swallowed, and said to the policeman who questioned him, "Our area is very peaceful, and there has never been any petty theft."

"Who? You mean the woman who called the police? That's Uncle Mao's youngest daughter... Yes, there are three children in his family, and the first two are sons."

"Mao Yang, Mao Xin brothers don't live here, I heard they are in a villa in the suburbs... Yes, their family is rich, but Uncle Mao doesn't like publicity, he just likes to be like ordinary people..."

"Huh? How long have you lived?... It's been about a year or two. Uncle Mao has always been in good health. He wakes up to exercise before six o'clock every morning. His wife died early... His daughter? You mean girl? Mao Yatou is a nice person, only she is willing to accompany Uncle Mao..."

Light snow began to float in the sky.

It rarely snows in southern cities, but this year is much colder than usual. Even so, the snow melts in mid-air, and it is no different from rain when it falls on the body.

Wang Xiaoer, who was interrogating, listened to the security guard's thoughts, while looking back at the tall man who was walking over.

"Boss, any clues?"

"Yes, yes." The man's voice was mellow and carefree, "The clue is that I'm hungry, so hurry up and finish your questions, and eat after you finish!"

Wang Xiaoer rolled his eyes, obviously he had already developed immunity to his boss, he turned his head and waved to the security guard who was still talking, signaling that it was all right, put away the notebook, put the fountain pen in the middle of the notebook and put it away together.

It's just that before he walked away, the middle-aged security guard seemed to remember something, and suddenly let out an "eh".

"Mr. Police." The security guard frowned slightly, as if he was undecided whether to say it or not, and after much deliberation, he lowered his voice, "Although nothing happened this afternoon... But last night, something strange happened."

Xiaoer raised his eyebrows, and exchanged a glance with Situ, Xiaoer reopened the notebook, with the pen cap in his mouth, looked at the security guard, and motioned for him to say.

"Last night at about... 2 o'clock in the morning. I was on duty, and I had to change guards with another colleague at 3 o'clock, because there are three entrances and exits in the community here, and we have to watch the monitors."

The security guard licked the chapped corner of his mouth and said, "I was watching TV in the duty room. Because I was afraid of the cold, all the windows were closed, but the strange thing was that the windows were all tightly closed...but suddenly When you get cold, it's like the wind is blowing into your neckline..."

Wang Xiaoer's hands paused while writing, his face was not very good-looking, he was most afraid of these weird incidents, and he looked at the middle-aged man with black lines on his hair.

The man didn't know that he had scared the little policeman in front of him, so he continued on his own, "I'm surprised, so I stood up to see if the window was not closed properly, and when I walked to the side facing the apartment building."

The man raised his finger and pointed to the window where the homicide happened, "I saw a white light inexplicably printed on the window from here."

"Think about it, in the middle of the night, there is a white light on the window that is very conspicuous. I thought I was wrong, so I looked carefully and found that there was indeed light, and the light was erratic, not like the light of an electric lamp. .”

Wang Xiaoer couldn't record anymore, coughed, and shivered all over his body.

Situ was very interested and asked, "Didn't you go up and have a look?"

"No." The security guard shook his head honestly, "Just when I picked up the flashlight and was about to go out to take a closer look, there was nothing."

"I thought I was dazzled...Maybe it was the neon light projection on the opposite side..."

The security guard rubbed his hands, a little at a loss, "Is this related?"

"I don't know, but it's a good clue." Situ shrugged, turned his head to Wang Xiaoer, and motioned to follow him.

"Where's the deputy team?" While closing the notebook, Xiao Er looked behind the man. The red and blue police lights flickered under the night, illuminating the yellow cordon in a strange way.

"He's still arranging manpower to check the scene." Situ Bai said casually, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, his thick black brows slightly raised, his handsome face showing a domineering look, "You ask Xiao Li to collect the news from the hospital as soon as possible Come here, the others can disperse, and we will discuss it at the police station tomorrow."

"This is the end?"

The second grader objected, "We stayed for less than half an hour."

"Half an hour is too long." Situ Bai didn't even look at the other party, "Kid learn a little bit, this is experience."

"What experience?" The little policeman snorted twice, and followed the man striding out of the community. There were two black Volkswagens parked in the parking driveway, and the logo of the criminal investigation team of the police station was on the door.

"There was no fight in the house, no financial damage, no signs of prying or damage in the window sill lock cylinder."

Situ leaned against the car door, folded his arms and looked at his subordinates.

Wang Xiaoer went on tacitly, "The security guards haven't seen any suspicious people, and the neighbors haven't heard any disputes. This rules out the possibility of burglary or theft."

"Mao Dasheng was already dead when his daughter found him. His daughter got off work at 5:[-] p.m., and there was an hour and a half between the discovery and the arrival of the police. What does that mean?"

Xiao Er subconsciously stood at attention, with her hands hanging by her sides, as if she was taking an exam, and said solemnly, "Mao Min is the first suspect, but she had sufficient alibi during Mao Dasheng's death, and people from their company have confirmed that , she has been working in the office all afternoon."

"What conclusion did you draw from the security guard just now?"

Situ took a puff of smoke, shook his fingers, and the ash fell to the ground.

"Mao Dasheng also has two sons who live in a villa in the suburbs. I heard that the Mao family is very rich and they run a family business. Mao Dasheng has not yet chosen the final candidate to take over the company."

When Xiaoer said this, he seemed to think of something, and frowned slightly, "What does the boss mean... Mao Min called her two older brothers before calling the police?"

The man raised the corner of his mouth, "The internal struggles in the family business are inherently complicated. I can't say anything about Mao Min at the moment, but the two sons of Mao Dasheng haven't come to the scene yet, which is enough to tell that the two brothers are not good guys. "

"Then..." Wang Xiaoer blinked, and looked at the man beseechingly, as if asking what to do next.

"What the security guard said just now..."

"Maybe he's wrong or not." Situ was silent for a while, then said indifferently, "There is no evidence to prove what he said..."

"Boss!"

Just as he was talking, another man in uniform came out from the gate of the community.

The man looked very righteous, but his temperament was a bit lacking. He lacked a bit of stability and maturity, and thus lost a bit of the charm of a big man. When he saw the man leaning against the car door, his face showed a relaxed look. With a tone of expression, he took a few steps over.

"Xiao Li called just now. The time of death of the deceased was around 2 pm. No external or internal injuries were found, including traces of poisoning."

Xiao Er was surprised at the side, "Natural death?"

"That's the problem." The man frowned, still holding the phone in his hand, "The doctor said that Mao Dasheng died of a sudden heart attack, but after reviewing all the medical records of Mao Dasheng, he did not find anything related to heart disease." There is no such disease in his family."

Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, his heart beating, he hadn't encountered such a strange situation for about half a year, but they all became vigilant at the same time.

The lively atmosphere of Christmas Eve seemed to have dropped to freezing point instantly, and the bizarre things they had experienced together emerged before their eyes.

"Deputy Captain Hu... don't say such weird things at night." Xiao Er trembled subconsciously.

Hu Ye obviously thought the same as him. They both looked at Situ Bai, who was squinting his eyes while smoking a cigarette, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Calling and saying that the report was withdrawn is purely...a misunderstanding..."

"En..." Situ, who was leaning against the door, nodded, took off the cigarette from his mouth, pressed it to the bottom of his feet, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Let's do whatever they want, let's eat first, eat!"

With that said, he opened the car door and sat in, tapping his fingers on the window glass, as if urging the two people outside the door to hurry up.

The two standing on the side of the street looked at each other. They both saw each other's helplessness, but they didn't know what to say. They shrugged, opened the door and got into the car.

It wasn't until the car drove out for 10 minutes that Wang Xiaoer in the back seat finally couldn't sit still and lowered his voice to ask the man next to him.

"Deputy team... Could it be that this case..."

"En..." Hu Ye nodded, and lowered his voice cautiously, "I think so too, probably... I'm going to meet that person again."