Thriller Night Talk

While talking, the four of them took the elevator to the top floor, passed through the cordon, and walked into the bathroom where the body was found.

All the bathroom lights were on, and a police officer raised his hand towards them, pointing to the last stall.

Sure enough, there was a dead body in the compartment.

It was a young boy in his early 20s. He maintained the posture of sitting on the toilet, with a tie tied around his neck, and the other end of the tie was tied to a high water pipe.

It was Lan Fang, a graduate student at the Institute of History affiliated to Fengxing University.

Lan Fang was wearing a set of nondescript summer sportswear and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face. It was the most common college student attire, and he belonged to the type who wouldn't let anyone take a second look when he walked by.

At this time, he was sitting on the toilet crookedly, with his back against the wall, his upper body leaning forward, and his necktie wrapped around his neck, so that the weight of his head was completely supported by the thin tie, which closed the airway and the blood supply to the brain, causing "hanging himself". s consequence.

Even a person without any medical knowledge can tell at a glance that this person is dead.

Generally speaking, it is not impossible for a person to sit and hang himself, but it is quite difficult.

Because the process of hanging himself is very painful, once the suicide cannot lose consciousness quickly, he will have an instinctive desire to survive due to lack of oxygen, and thus try to save himself.

However, at this moment, Lan Fang's eyes were open. Although his face was horribly bluish-purple due to suffocation, and his protruding eyeballs were also covered with dense needle-like bleeding spots, his expression was expressionless. The state of pain, on the contrary, seems to be as calm as sitting on the toilet and reading a book of essays.

"Preliminary judgment shows that Lan Fang has been dead for nearly ten hours."

Qingzhu relayed the information he got from the police to Beiquan:

"In other words, he died around four or five o'clock in the afternoon."

Beiquan approached the corpse and studied it carefully for a while.

"This expression doesn't look right, does it?"

As Beiquan said, he put on his pair of black silk gloves, and slightly lifted the dead man's chin up, clearly revealing the entire face of the young man.

"I guess, when Lan Fang died, Ah Song's three souls and seven souls were no longer in his body, it was just an empty shell, so he didn't feel any pain at all, and his expression was so calm."

Qingzhu agrees with Beiquan's guess.

"So, when Lan Fang committed suicide, the people around him would most likely be the next ones to be robbed."

Beiquan frowned: "It shouldn't be hard to find it in school, right?"

After all, the university campus is full of surveillance, especially the teaching buildings.

Now that someone is killed, it is only natural for the police to use surveillance. To find out who has entered the teaching building, it is only a matter of a longer or shorter time.

Beiquan paused: "Unless..."

"Ah."

Miss A Liu at the side replied faintly with her soft to misty voice:

"Exactly the 'unless'."

Surveillance is indeed an invincible weapon for solving crimes in general, but it is completely different for Beiquan and other magicians.

When Beiquan himself was doing some "unspeakable" things, he would often cover nearby surveillance cameras with imps.

Although he is not familiar with the "senior brother" Ah Song, and he doesn't know how capable he is, but he only deals with a few surveillance cameras, which is probably a trivial skill that can't even be called "skills".

Sure enough, Qingzhu told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that when the police checked the surveillance records just now, they found that all the surveillance cameras that could capture the entrance and internal conditions of the building, centered on this teaching building, were broken for no reason. up.

The security guard on the night shift swore that he had checked it when he took over the shift. At that time, the video on the surveillance screen was still fine, without any abnormalities.

"How long did the invalid video last?"

Beiquan asked again.

Miss A Liu replied, "From 35:[-] in the morning to [-]:[-] in the afternoon, there are more than six hours."

She thought for a while and added:

"It probably started when Lan Fang entered the teaching building."

There is no need to swipe a card to enter and exit this teaching building. Not only teachers and students, but anyone can sneak in if they want to.

Six hours is enough time for a lot of things to happen.

Even if an algorithmic doctor can make the time of death more accurate, it is not an easy task to quickly locate the suspect without monitoring.

Beiquan stopped talking, just stared at the corpse and frowned in thought, as if he was thinking about something.

"How about it?"

Qing Zhu folded her arms beside her, "Is there anything you can do?"

He specially called Beiquan back to watch the scene, just to see if there was anything wrong with the other party that they couldn't think of.

Beiquan didn't answer right away.

He opened the black suitcase he carried with him, took out a compass from it, and then, under the surprised and suspicious gaze of the police, with the flat end of the compass in one hand, he slowly circled around the bathroom.

"No, here, I can't try to summon the soul of that unknown victim."

Beiquan spread out one hand and shrugged helplessly.

"Ah Song is very smart, he knows to attack here..."

Generally speaking, the three souls and seven souls of the person who has been taken away from the body are equivalent to just dying.

People who have just died, especially those who died suddenly, probably haven't had time to walk the road to hell, and their souls are still wandering in the world.

At this time, the success rate of summoning souls will be relatively high.

But this method cannot be implemented at Bongxing University.

There is no other reason, but because the aura here is too chaotic.

As a student at Fengxing University, Wei Fuyuan felt very puzzled, and couldn't help interjecting to ask: "Why is the aura in our school so messed up?"

"You should have heard a lot of urban ghost stories in your school, right?"

Beiquan is always very patient with his lover, and he explains it meticulously, "For example, your school is built on a cemetery, so from time to time someone will see figures in white clothes or hear women crying."

Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows: "But isn't this a legend in every university?"

After all, if a prestigious school doesn't have one or two well-known ghost stories, it would be embarrassing to call itself 985 or 211!

"For Fengxing University, it is no longer a legend in the world."

Beiquan explained:

"It is true that part of the current land used by your university used to be a mass grave. During the infrastructure construction, many unowned solitary graves were not moved, and were directly buried deep in the foundation."

He smiled helplessly:

"So if I summon souls here, I may be able to recruit things, but there are too many."

If Beiquan knew who the next person to be robbed would be, he could target the soul of the specific deceased.

But now they don't know anything about the identity of the victim, and the other party died on a mass grave. If Beiquan summons the soul rashly at this time, the error rate is too high, so high that there is no one at all in this attempt. significance.

Qing Zhu still did not give up: "Is there really no other way?"

Beiquan shook his head helplessly.

If he could catch up with the time when the person just died, he could still light Ah Song's natal post and use the smoke to track the other person's location.

It's a pity that Lan Fang has been dead for ten hours now, let alone a radius of three kilometers, such a long time is enough for the murderer to span the entire Hua Kingdom.

Qingzhu had no choice but to give up temporarily the idea of ​​getting clues from Beiquan.

After everyone checked the scene carefully, Ah Liu informed the police to close the suicide case for the time being, and at the same time copied the remaining surveillance cameras that were not destroyed, and prepared to bring them back to "Special Seven" for special analysis.

And Qingzhu took Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan back to "Santuchuan", and agreed that no matter which side found any clues about Ah Song, they would exchange news at any time.

After a lot of tossing, it was already past four in the morning and nearly five in the morning.

Jiang Nanan pulled on his slippers and opened the door for the two of them.

"Not bad, just in time."

Comrade Xiao Jiang yawned exaggeratedly, "I thought this week's "Thriller Night Talk" must be interrupted!"

"That won't work."

Bei Quan smiled at Jiang Nan'an, "The show must not be interrupted. I still hope that some evil ghost can give me some news about Ah Song."

Jiang Nan'an didn't know who "A Song" was, and was about to ask a question, Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan upstairs.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it after we get up from sleep."

The author has something to say: a new dungeon will be opened in the next update!

I'm finally going to fight the BOSS~