God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

The light rain has been pattering down for five or six days, and the rotting wood-smelling water vapor in the air leaves large traces in the damp and damp corners of the walls.

The orange desk light was slightly tired, and the voltage was unstable, causing the light tube to flicker slightly.

"Xiaowen, this is a search warrant. Now the department is in urgent need of manpower. We really can't arrange it. You can only be wronged by yourself... Be careful when you go." Section Chief Xu casually took out a piece of ID from the drawer and patted it on the on the desktop.

The tattered search warrant didn't even have a photo on it, and the section chief didn't even raise his eyes when he said this.

Wen Xichun silently took the search warrant and stuffed it into his pocket, and saluted Section Chief Xu: "Got it, I will go to the house of the missing person in the afternoon to do an on-site inspection."

It is well known that Section Chief Xu doesn’t like Wen Xichun, it’s just because when he was running for section chief at that time, the staff members were required to vote symbolically, and Wen Xichun voted for another candidate at that time, and somehow this got to Section Chief Xu To my ears, this can be regarded as a settlement.

But for serious and important cases, Section Chief Xu will avoid Wen Xichun, and some unimportant and unprovoked cases will be transferred to Wen Xichun, so six years have passed, seeing the students who entered the police station at the same time At worst, there was also a team leader, only Wen Xichun was still a member of the bottom of the criminal investigation department of the city police station.

The case assigned to him by Section Chief Xu this time was also very simple. A little-known suspense novelist disappeared.

Missing cases are not uncommon, and usually there is a lot of thunder and rain, and the missing people either go somewhere to relax or stay at home as a dead house, most of them are oolongs.

But Wen Xichun is willing to take on the task that everyone is unwilling to take.

He drove a police car to the community where the missing suspense novelist lived. The property management said that the missing person hadn’t paid utility bills since last month. He came to remind him several times a week ago but no one opened the door. He adjusted the surveillance and found nothing. They were afraid that the novelist would die quietly at home as reported in the news, so they called the police.

Wen Xichun took out the iron wire from the survey box, broke off a hook at one end, and stuffed it into the keyhole to test twice——

"Click", there was a crisp sound from the door lock.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of incense came into the nostrils.

The house is a common two-bedroom house. I heard that the novelist is still single, so he has always lived alone.

The light in the room is extremely poor, all the windows that can let in the light are covered with a thick layer of blackout paper, and a layer of curtains are added, just like twelve o'clock at night, only a little orange light is emitted from the bedroom. Light.

And the closer to the bedroom, the stronger the aroma of the incense.

Wen Xichun put on the mask, opened the survey box, put on the gloves calmly, took out the SLR camera and adjusted the lens.

"Officer, you are the only one, are you busy?" the property manager asked curiously.

A pair of exquisite eyes were exposed above the mask, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the handsome brows were subconsciously frowned. He had no intention of responding to the property's inquiries.

The missing person is Zhou Ji, 34 years old, a professional novelist who has published several lukewarm suspense novels, but has completely disappeared recently.

The atmosphere in the whole room was wild and weird. There was a laptop computer on the table, a small desk lamp flickering on and off beside it, and a chopstick stuck in a white water glass, forming a faint brown circle.

Wen Xichun walked to the side of the notebook to take two photos, then pressed the power button, and the computer instantly turned on.

"Problems to be solved in King Game: 1. Why Yu Qi died without clothes. 2. Why people didn't see F from the surveillance. 3. Before dying, he left a letter to Xing, the content of which is"

The text displayed on the screen ended abruptly, and it seemed that there were some important clues in the novels listed on purpose.

"I checked the surveillance to make sure that the missing person has not left the community?" Wen Xichun put the "3" plate next to the computer.

The property manager thought about it carefully, and shook his head firmly: "No, there are cameras on every floor, let alone the community, I have never seen him leave the house."

Wen Xichun nodded, and just about to ask something, suddenly, two red dots suddenly appeared on the computer screen.

He gave himself up slightly, looked carefully at the two little red dots, and found that something behind him was projected on the screen, like a monster that appeared suddenly in the dark night, standing behind him and staring at it motionless.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes hurting from the dazzling red.

"What is this?" Wen Xichun turned sideways and slowly raised the camera.

There is a small recessed secret door on the wall behind it, which is close to the top of the roof, like a small window sill, and a bronze statue is placed in the middle. It is not big, just the size of an iPad, but it is too high to see clearly What the hell is it, and the red light emanates from here.

Two vermilion butter lamps swayed slowly in the slight air flow through the glass cover, and the thick smoke from the incense candles was leisurely and ethereal, covering the statue without any trace.

"Scared me, didn't he write that criminal investigation novel, why did he still believe this." The property manager patted his small chest with lingering fear.

It looked like an unremarkable bedroom, but Wen Xichun always felt that something was wrong.

He slowly raised his head and looked around every corner of the house, trying to find the weirdness.

I remembered.

When investigating a small case before, the client happened to be a businessman specializing in Buddhist amulets and statues. At that time, I heard him mention it casually, saying that the placement of Buddha statues is actually very particular:

Do not get too close to the door;

Cannot be placed in the bedroom or dining room;

It is best to sit north facing south;

Speaking of it, this is the first time I have seen a Buddha statue enshrined in the bedroom. In Buddhist culture, there is such a saying: the bedroom and the dining room represent "prostitution" and "meat", which is a great disrespect to the Buddha. If it is placed in the bedroom Among them, the ones enshrined are not ordinary Buddhas and gods.

Wen Xichun moved the chair, spread a layer of newspapers, stepped on it, and moved his eyes closer to the tiny, bronze-colored statue.

The heart beat violently, as if it was squeezed by someone, and it hurt suddenly. In an instant, there was chaos in the head like locusts crossing the border.

With a stagger on the soles of his feet, Wen Xichun fell straight down.

"Oh, my police officer, please wait a little longer, this disappearance is enough for me, if something happens to you again, I will be at a loss for words!" The property manager rushed over to pick it up Pass Wen Xichun.

He looked as if he had picked up a feather, and even twirled the princess in his arms.

"Put me down." Wen Xichun rubbed his head with a splitting headache and struggled subconsciously twice.

It was really strange just now, just looking at the statue, my head started to feel dizzy, and it hurt like it was about to split.

Not reconciled, Wen Xichun stepped on the chair again, raised the DSLR, and lightly pressed the shutter on the sculpture.

"Officer, did you find anything?" The property manager asked again and again.

"Go ahead if you have something to do, and I will contact you if I have any clues." Wen Xichun was busy checking the photos he took just now, so he didn't have time to talk to him.

"That's fine, I have to go to other owners' houses here, so I won't accompany you, forgive me."

After doing simple evidence collection, I went to the property to get the surveillance video. At ten o'clock in the evening, Wen Xichun finally returned to the police station.

A bowl of plain noodles and a small portion of fruit, this is Wen Xichun's food intake for the whole day. He doesn't like to eat, and he has lost weight to a new height in the six years since he entered the police station.

The plain noodles became hot and cold, and turned into lumps, but Wen Xichun's eyes remained firmly glued to the computer screen.

I thought that the case of Zhou Ji's disappearance was nothing more than a farce, but after sorting out the scene photos and evidence clues, I found that things were not ordinary.

Living alone, male, only the footprints of the missing person at the scene, the surveillance video did not capture him leaving the house, there is thick dust on the window sill and no shoe prints, there is no possibility of jumping out of the window, the commonly used computer is not turned off, from the text expression From the looks of it, it was a sudden departure.

Because that sentence is obviously half unfinished rather than a point where there is no idea.

According to surveillance, Zhou Ji last appeared a month ago, at 6:6 pm on June 59, carrying a wooden box the size of a suitcase. Since that day, no one has seen him again.

"Brother Wen, you haven't left yet." The office door rang twice, and a slightly green head poked in from the door.

Wen Xichun glanced at the person coming from the corner of his eye.

Qiu Sheng, who just graduated from the police academy and entered the criminal investigation department half a year ago, is Wen Xichun's junior and junior.

"Still working on the case of the suspenseful novelist's disappearance?" Qiu Sheng put a cup of coffee on Wen Xichun's desk, leaned over slightly, "Take the wooden box home at [-]:[-] p.m. on September [-]? Is it a coincidence?"

Wen Xichun shook his head, took out the memory card in the SLR and inserted it into the side of the computer: "It's not a coincidence, the six numbers are regarded as ominous in Zhouyi mathematics, and they are extremely unlucky numbers. Besides, in some In sorcery, the sixth is the most yin time, and I probably know what is in the wooden box he carried."

Open the memory card, call up the photos taken recently, and look at them one by one.

"Wow, Wen Gege, are you good at Feng Shui?" Qiu Sheng picked up the coffee cup and lightly touched Wen Xichun's coffee cup on the table, making a crisp sound.

"When you have been a police officer for a few more years, you will know a thing or two about the theory of tomb robbery, not to mention Feng Shui."

Slowly click the left button of the mouse with the index finger, and the live photos on the screen are constantly replaced.

"So what's in the box?"

Wen Xichun opened his mouth, as if he had no intention of showing off, but when his eyes fell on one of the photos, his mouth was slightly open, and the words he was about to say stopped abruptly.

"Brother Wen? Are you swollen?" Qiu Sheng swiped his hand twice in front of Wen Xichun, and then followed his slightly startled eyes to look over.

In the photo, a small bronze statue, Bo Jian's body is half covered with a thin layer of silk, his chest is slightly open, and his body is engraved with strange totem characters, but only his face is blurred and distorted.

After flipping through a few more photos, I suddenly found that as long as the photos were related to this statue, the faces were all blurred and distorted.

"Is there... something wrong with the camera?" Qiu Sheng leaned closer to the screen, his eyes almost glued to it.

Wen Xichun was stunned for a while, then suddenly pulled out the memory card, put on the investigation box and did not go back out.

"Where are you going!" Qiu Sheng hurried to catch up.

The long rainy season has no intention of stopping. After walking through the mud and water, Wen Xichun stepped into the police car, and Qiu Sheng followed closely.

"I know where the novelist is." Wen Xichun's decisive remarks were instantly buried in the roar of the engine, his eyelashes were thick and shiny from the rain.

The author has something to say:

——————Advance article 1 "Nightmare will be shown [Infinity]"

In a sudden disaster, Ren Qianlin was gone.

He thought he would definitely die this time, but a voice appeared in midair, asking him to choose one of several types of god cards.

Yan Gou Ren Qianlin chose the most beautiful one, but was told that it was a horror god.

Waking up again, Ren Qianlin thought he was saved by the gods, but found that the environment he was in was a horror game he played a few days ago——

My task is to clear the levels in all horror games, novels, and movies. Once I fail to clear the level, I will always fall into an infinite loop.

Dirty and crowded bottom of the city, the dark end of the world where humans and pigs are mixed, temples piled up with corpses of different species——

Ren Qianlin: "Is it too late for me to regret it now? I want to choose the god named Love!"

God of horror: "Once you choose, you will be bound for life. However, I am also very 6 when I fall in love."

————————Advance article 2 "The beauty is the Mediterranean":

Xu Yuanchu has a beautiful voice, a sweet body, and a soft body. The only shortcoming is that he was bald early in his youth, but at the age of [-], he was mixed with the standard "Mediterranean" for middle age.

This not-so-thick hair made many suitors stop, and made Xu Yuanchu feel inferior, so he covered his hair with a hat every day.

Until one day, Xu Yuanchu attended a charity dinner. At the party where celebrities gathered, the pot on his head accidentally ran into the lid in his life.

Zhong Qi with magnificent features, skin like falling snow, tall and long legs, and a top-notch diamond king, Zhong Qi's only shortcoming is that he is in his early thirties and unsurprisingly has "middle-aged alopecia areata", and there is only a pot lid left on his head.

Zhong Qi: "Kung fu pays off, I finally found my own pot in life... No, that person."

Xu Yuanchu:? ? ?

After returning home, Xu Yuanchu angrily tore off the hood and threw it on the ground, revealing a head of lush hair.

The purpose of wearing the headgear for so long is to dissuade the suitors, who knew they would meet Zhong Qi.

After returning home, Zhong Qi Meizi took off the hood and put it away, revealing a head of thick black hair.

After wearing the headgear for so long, it finally became the cover that can match the pot.