Now Shen Xing has developed a habit. If he wants to go out to investigate something related to anomalies, he will put necessary items such as telescopic sticks and flashlights into his backpack in advance and take them with him.
I took a taxi on the street and headed straight to Jujiayuan Community in the city center.
According to Shen Xing's speculation, if Song Xiaoyu's memory is correct, the person named Zhang Shu encountered an abnormality. Whether he passed it to Song Xiaoyu or Song Xiaoyu passed it to him, it is impossible that there has been no movement until now.
He will always have some abnormal behavior, just like Song Xiaoyu.
In this case, anyone who comes into contact with him will find out and call the Sheriff immediately.
But in fact, no police call was received about Zhang Shu.
This information was just fed back to him by Li Naijing, and when he was about to arrive at Jujiayuan, Li Naijing sent Zhang Shu's company phone number that he had just found.
Also sent over was a temporary investigator's case handling certificate for Shen Xing. There is a number on the certificate, and you can call the police to check its authenticity directly.
Of course, this is strong evidence to prove Shen Xing's identity when necessary, in case this guy is caught as a thief. As for the case handling certificate in the form of a card, it can be sent to him within two days at the earliest.
Shen Xing looked at the electronic case handling certificate. It also had a six-pointed star pattern on it, which was standard for the special case investigation team.
Shen Xing got out of the taxi and did not enter the community immediately. Instead, he stood outside the community door and called Zhang Shu's company.
The phone rang a few times, and soon someone answered, it was a female voice with a sweet voice.
"Hello, Huitong Logistics."
"Hello, is Zhang Shu here? I need to see him for something." Shen Xing said.
The woman who answered the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "He has taken leave these days and is not in the company."
"How long did it take for him to take leave? He can't get through on his cell phone." Shen Xing said deliberately.
The woman who answered the phone said curiously: "That's OK. Manager Qian was on the phone with him yesterday."
"Oh, did he change his number? The number I have here is the one he used three years ago." Shen Xing still said deliberately.
"You haven't changed it, right? He has used this number for a long time. Please remember 178..."
"well, thanks!"
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xing immediately dialed the number he had just written down.
In fact, it is easy to find Zhang Shu's mobile phone number. Just ask the people in the investigation team to find it out quickly. But since he was not at the company where Zhang Shu was called, Shen Xing didn't want the investigation team to check anymore, but simply went to the phone number. The woman got Zhang Shu's number out of her mouth.
He had just made a call to Zhang Shu, when the door to the community was opened by a resident who came out. Shen Xing held the door, waited for the person to come out, and walked in directly.
The phone rang about six or seven times and then was answered.
"Hello?" There was a hoarse male voice on the other end of the phone. The environment should be very quiet and no other noise could be heard.
"Hello, sir, your takeaway." Shen Xing imitated the takeaway boy's voice perfectly.
There was a pause, and the man said, "I didn't order any."
"Excuse me, do you live in No. 8-5, Unit 1, Building 7, Jiayuan Community? Are you at home? The address should be correct." Shen Xing said.
"But I didn't order takeout. You dialed the wrong number." The phone hung up.
Shen Xing held the phone and looked upstairs.
At this time, he had already reached the downstairs of Unit 1 of Building 7.
It can be seen from the other party's words that even if he reported the correct address, Zhang Shu did not deny that he was not at home, so he probably did not go out.
And Shen Xing had an intuition that Zhang Shu didn't seem to want anyone to go to his house.
Anyway, let’s go up and take a look first.
After standing at the door for a while, someone came out of the building. Shen Xing held the door after the person came out and entered Unit 1.
Take the elevator and quickly go up to the 8th floor. After exiting the elevator, turn left to go to Song Xiaoyu's house, and rooms 8-5 are on the right after exiting the elevator.
Shen Xing went directly to the door of Room 8-5. If they had not been modified separately, the doors here would all have the same style. There was no difference between the door of Shu's house and that of Song Xiaoyu's house.
At this time, Shen Xing took out his phone again and called Li Naijing. After he was connected, he said, "That master key you have, can you give me one in the future?"
"What?" Li Naijing didn't react for a moment.
However, it was also very quiet on the other end of Li Naijing's phone, and the sound of dripping water could be heard. I wonder where she was handling the case.
"The door to Zhang Shu's house is closed now. If I want to go in, unless I use violence, I can only use your standard master key." Shen Xing said.
Li Naijing understood and nodded: "I allow you to use violence to unlock it, and our investigation team will bear the consequences."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Shen Xing was stunned for a moment when he heard the busy tone on the phone.
"Then I am now ordered to unlock the door."
He smiled, put away his phone, stretched out his index and middle fingers and inserted them directly into the gap between the door lock and the door frame.
Because of his strong finger strength, the lock was like soft tofu to him, making no sound at all. Then he pressed his finger to press the closed lock and gently pushed the door open.
A dull smell gushed out from the room. The room was dark, and the thick floor-to-ceiling curtains in front of the windows were all drawn.
It looked like there was no one in the house.
Shen Xing was working on a case now, so he didn't hide anything. He reached out and turned on the light in the room.
The lights come on.
However, in order not to cause the investigation team to suspect that he was too strong, he still took out a white towel from his backpack and wiped the fingerprints he had just left on the door lock.
The setting of this room is different from that of Song Xiaoyu's house. There is no passage leading to the bedroom. Instead, it is right next to the living room. There are two closed doors. It seems that it should be the bedroom.
There is another door at the very back of the living room that is obviously the bathroom, and it is also closed.
No wonder the smell in the room is bad, it must be because there has been no ventilation for a long time.
Shen Xing stood at the door for a while, feeling strange again.
This room is not simple, but what exactly is wrong is hard to pinpoint.
He slowly approached the living room and looked at the fabric sofa, TV cabinet, dining table and chairs behind the sofa, etc. The surfaces of these furniture were without exception covered with a fine layer of dust.
Looking at the ground again, there are also faint footprints left behind due to accumulation of dust.
At this time, a duller atmosphere floated out from a certain room with the door closed, mixed with an inexplicable gloomy uneasiness.
Shen Xing reached up to his nose and fanned himself, then moved his eyes to the door of one of the rooms, locking the direction of the breath.
He slowly walked over, took out a black telescopic stick, held the door handle of the door with his right hand and twisted it gently. The door lock gave feedback and soon clicked, and it was opened.
The hair on Shen Xing's body stood up slightly, and he raised his vigilance to the highest level. At this time, even if he didn't turn on the special pupils, he knew something was wrong in this room, so he reached out and pressed the light switch in this room.
The moment the lights came on, a large bed appeared in front of him, but at this time, there was a man lying on the bed, who had been dead for a long time.
