"This incident may be related to the case three years ago. Speaking of which, how much do you know about Mrs. Guo?" the photographer asked.
"She is a very gentle and delicate beauty." The detective rubbed his chin with an admiring look on his face, and then added: "But before she committed suicide, she became very crazy for a period of time. I also met her at that time."
As a well-known detective, Detective Gu has been involved in many cases. Mrs. Guo contacted him three years ago, muttered some strange words, and committed suicide not long after.
The photographer paused: "What are you talking about?"
The detective spread his hands and said, "'Such a devil should go to hell, but I can't do it.' That's what I said."
After he finished speaking, he looked a little regretful and sighed: "Mrs. Guo should have wanted to ask me for help, but before I knew more, she had already committed suicide. After that, it was Mr. Guo's case. It broke out, but there is no evidence at all, and Mrs. Guo really committed suicide."
So what is the case? !
The photographer really wanted to ask, but he was afraid that if he asked directly, his character would be ruined and the system would punish him.
"However." Suddenly, the detective changed his words again and said: "A similar case to the one three years ago occurred in this mountain a year ago, so this year I have been trying to visit the manor and come in. The investigation was unsuccessful."
"If you think about it carefully, the time when Mr. Guo was killed seems to be quite close to the date when the girl disappeared."
The detective said thoughtfully.
When the photographer heard this, he blurted out and asked: "Which girl?"
"Ah?" The detective paused and asked, "Don't you know about the disappearance case?"
"I was busy with other things and didn't pay much attention to this case. I may have missed it." The photographer said with a calm expression.
"Is that so?" The detective responded casually without asking what he was busy with. He took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album.
The detective's cell phone saved various photos of the deceased, as well as a lot of information about the murderer. It took him a long time to find the record from a year ago, and he clicked on a photo of a girl and handed it to him.
The girl in the photo looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she smiles very sweetly.
The detective explained kindly: "The girl's name is Zhang Ya. She just finished the college entrance examination last year. She disappeared when she and her friends went out to climb this mountain. Only her blood stains and belongings were found halfway down the slope of the mountain. However, she is still missing. None were found.”
After talking about it, the detective paused, and then smiled inexplicably: "This mountain can eat people."
Even back then, the legend of cannibalism made this mountain famous, and more foreign tourists came to pay their respects than before, which sounds ironic.
The photographer listened quietly and roughly guessed the case three years ago, then asked tentatively: "Including her, how many people have disappeared in these years?"
The detective thought for a while: "Eight people disappeared one after another three years ago, all of them young women. Then they became silent. Until the incident reappeared a year ago, there are now nine people. - I really don't understand. Can that group of people come to this mountain to pay homage to something else, to pay homage to the buried faces of the girls?”
He said something weird at the end.
"Do you have photos of the other eight people?" the photographer asked.
"I said, you came to investigate this matter and didn't do any homework at all. This is really unlike you." The detective suddenly looked at him strangely.
"I also received a temporary commission." The photographer remained calm and said, "I no longer work as a detective."
"Really? No wonder I rarely see you active now." The detective raised his eyebrows, found photos of other victims and sent them to him.
The photographer looked at photos of other missing persons, but finally focused on the girl named Zhang Ya.
And just when he was deep in thought, the detective sitting on the girl's bed shook his feet and suddenly felt a little empty down there.
He looked down and saw that the long sheet was spread all the way to the ground. When he looked over it like this, it would be difficult to think that there was something hollow under the bed.
Thinking of this, the detective bent down on a whim and looked under the bed.
Here, after the photographer stared at the girl's photo for a long time, suddenly there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind. He looked at the detective eager to tell his guess, but he saw the young man lying on the ground, half All the bodies got under the bed.
He seemed to be dragging something, his hands were stretched inside, and his body was slowly moving out.
"Do me a favor!"
The photographer knelt down, pulled his legs and dragged the man out. Following the detective came out a metal box.
"This is it?" He was stunned.
Also stunned were the housekeeper who called the maid over at this time and the maid herself.
The detective who was still lying on the ground looked up. For a moment, the four people present fell silent.
The maid was the first to react, her face turned pale with fright, and she said in horror: "Wait! This, this is not my thing, I don't put anything under the bed!"
She knew that because of Mr. Guo's death, the manor was currently investigating suspects and possible items, and as the servant who brought Mr. Guo tableware at that time, she had been directly classified as the highest suspect.
Because of this incident, the maid was already very worried, but now she actually found suspicious items in her room!
The maid explained without tears: "Butler, believe me, this is really not my thing!"
The housekeeper had a sullen face and said nothing, but the coldness in his eyes had already made the maid start to tremble in fear.
At this time, the detective got up, gave her a bright smile, and said: "Girl, don't worry so much, we will investigate it clearly whether it is true or not. Now let me see what is inside first, okay? "
The maid shrank and said, "This is not my thing...you can see it if you want."
The detective smiled, looked at the lock of the box, his eyes moved slightly, and then opened the box directly.
Lying inside was a neatly folded white skirt, which was a little damp. After the detective took the skirt out, he saw a pair of white gloves and a long black wig underneath.
When the housekeeper saw this, he was startled for a moment, his expression changed between confusion and contemplation, and finally he glanced at the maid next to him with unclear meaning.
The maid burst into tears at this glance, muttering incoherently: "It's really not mine, and I don't know where it came from. I really don't have it..."
The detective smelled the dress and detected a very faint smell of rotting roses.
He said thoughtfully: "Maybe it's not hers. When I just crawled under the bed, there was a lot of dust underneath. There was only a new push mark. It seemed that someone had recently stuffed something under her bed."
The maid took a breath after hearing this, but before she could finish, the detective said again: "Of course, we can't rule out that you deliberately created this illusion."
Wow, the girl's tears fell again.
The detective who always liked to tease girls didn't look away at this time. He stroked his skirt and fell into deep thought.
If this box really didn't belong to the maid, then who would have put it in?
More importantly, why did the other party hide the box in such a conspicuous place? Because the maid is the most suspicious and will be searched. However, if it is to frame the fault, this trick with many flaws is too superficial. .
Unless the other party put it here deliberately, what message did they want to convey to them?
