The person on duty at the community property management didn't know what Zheng Ruijun was talking to himself, so he asked in confusion: "Do you still want to continue to watch the surveillance?"
Zheng Ruijun nodded: "Please adjust the monitoring to yesterday and browse this monitoring point at three times the speed to see if these two people appear."
After saying this, he took out two photos, one of Song Xiaoyu's parents, Song Hao and An Lifen. These photos should have been taken recently, and he didn't know how Zheng Ruijun obtained them.
The person on duty took the photo and asked with some surprise: "Aren't you following me?"
Zheng Ruijun shook his head: "Go to Unit 1 of Building 7 and help me open the door to enter the unit. Then come over and continue to watch the surveillance. I'm going to go upstairs where this family lives to have a look."
The officer on duty followed the instructions and took a general access card for property management, and walked ahead to lead the way. He turned back curiously and asked: "Mr. Sheriff, did something happen to this family?"
Zheng Ruijun smiled: "His family's Wangcai bit his neighbor three years ago, and he had to say that the neighbor bit him. The neighbor couldn't believe it, but he bit him and died of a poisonous bacteria. Then the family took Wangcai with him overnight. escape."
The duty officer was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Is his neighbor... ZZ?"
"Haha, maybe, maybe, probably." Zheng Ruijun smiled helplessly.
Regarding special cases, the investigation team's consistent approach is to control the scope of knowledge and not allow it to cause widespread panic among the general population.
If after investigation, there is nothing unusual about Song Xiaoyu's family, they can at most clarify it to the property management and say that the Public Security Department has found the wrong person.
The two quickly arrived at the downstairs of Unit 1 of Building 7. After the attendant opened the door, he reached out and pulled the door to prevent it from closing by itself, and said: "Mr. Sheriff, if his family's wealth is still there, I can do it now." Go and get Laifu from the security room, we won’t lose to Wangcai in a fight.”
This time it was Zheng Ruijun's turn to be stunned for a moment and quickly waved his hand: "No, no!"
Taking the opportunity to smooth out his messy hair, he walked into the unit building. When he looked back, the property management attendant was muttering something and had left.
Zheng Ruijun took the elevator directly to the 8th floor. There are four households living on each floor of this unit building, and Song Xiaoyu's home is No. 8-2.
After looking at the house number and walking to the door of 8-2, Zheng Ruijun first looked down at the bottom of the door, then took a deep breath and stood silently at the door.
Diagonally opposite the door of the room was the direction of the stairwell. It was dark inside at this time, but Zheng Ruijun seemed to be able to faintly hear some movement.
He turned around and looked, but found nothing.
Then he took out a golden pen from his pocket, reached out and knocked on the door.
As a veteran police officer in the special case investigation team, Zheng Ruijun is very familiar with some of the routines for handling special cases.
Normally, no one who can join the investigation team has low mental control. He is much better than ordinary people in controlling his mind.
Of course, although they have strong mental powers, they are still just ordinary people, not superhumans. In addition to having great courage and powerful processing capabilities, they are not easily disturbed by mental interference.
As expected, after knocking on the door twice, the sound of slow footsteps came from the house.
This family has always been there!
Not long after, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man held the door handle with his right hand, standing inside the house, staring outside silently.
Because the lights were on outside the corridor at this time, but there were no lights in the room, so the person standing inside the door seemed a little dim and blurry, and it was difficult to see clearly.
Zheng Ruijun tried his best to open his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly the appearance of the people in the room. He raised his Sheriff's ID and said, "I'm sorry, is this Song Xiaoyu's home?"
"Yes." The man in the room replied calmly.
"Sorry for waking you up so early." Zheng Ruijun smiled.
The man in the room said: "It's okay, I'm already up. What can I do for you?"
"I'm asking Song Xiaoyu to find out some information, uh, about Qiguang Orphanage." Zheng Ruijun said.
The people in the room seemed to nod.
"Come in." He took a step back and reached out to turn on the light at the door.
Only then did Zheng Ruijun finally see the man's face clearly.
He was about to enter the house, but after seeing the face of the man in front of him clearly, he was slightly stunned.
Because this middle-aged man was smiling at him.
At first glance, the smile seemed like nothing, but at the second glance, it seemed a little fake.
The facial features are stiff, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the skin at the end of the eyebrows is squeezed together to form wrinkles. The most important thing is that the man seemed to be smiling when he stared at himself in the dark just now. The smiling expression in the dark was enough It makes people feel scared and creepy when they think of this scene.
The middle-aged man put away his smile, turned around and walked into the house, saying, "Come in, there's no need to change your shoes."
Zheng Ruijun hesitated for a moment and walked in. Soon his nose wrinkled slightly.
The curtains in this room were closed, no light came through, and a faint weird smell filled the room.
The decoration and furnishings in the house are no different from those in ordinary homes. They are quite satisfactory, but give Zheng Ruijun a feeling, but there is an indescribable smell.
This middle-aged man is Song Hao, the male owner of the house, and Song Xiaoyu's father.
After he turned on the light just now, Zheng Ruijun recognized him at a glance.
In Zheng Ruijun's view, not only Song Xiaoyu, but perhaps even Song Hao had become abnormal.
Song Hao turned around and walked into the living room without looking back to see if he had entered the room.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, when Zheng Ruijun walked into the room, he did not close the door. Instead, he opened the door completely and placed a shoe box at the door with his feet to prevent it from closing on its own.
Song Hao stood in the middle of the living room, still facing Zheng Ruijun, and pointed to the sofa beside him: "Sit."
"Okay, you're welcome." Zheng Ruijun didn't intend to go over and sit down. Instead, he took two steps forward and stood not far from the door of the living room.
"Where's Song Xiaoyu?"
"She's still sleeping."
Song Hao answered as he walked to the water dispenser next to the TV, turned on the hot water switch of the water dispenser, then took out a box of tea leaves and a paper cup, and put some tea leaves into the paper cup.
After doing this, he looked back at Zheng Ruijun and found that he was still standing not far from the door of the living room.
"Why don't you come and sit?"
Looking from the direction of Zheng Ruijun, Song Hao's expression at this time was very normal, without the weird smile just now.
"It won't take too long, no need." Zheng Ruijun made an excuse casually, "Please ask Song Xiaoyu to come out..."
At this moment, he instinctively felt that there seemed to be something strange behind him.
Before he finished speaking, he turned around immediately.
In his gaze, a person's forehead was almost touching the tip of his nose.
Zheng Ruijun immediately took two steps back, his heart pounding, and when he looked closely, he saw a middle-aged woman wearing gray pajamas with her head slightly lowered, her hands hanging down, and her eyes squinting upward, standing there and staring unblinkingly. Own.
