Seeing that Zhao Wenbo had not come out after returning to the room, the other three people walked in one after another. They saw Zhao Wenbo spread his hands, fully displaying the newspaper in his hands, and staring at the blank page.
Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan didn't expect anything, but when Li Naijing saw this scene, her eyes suddenly lit up and she walked over.
"Is it still the reason?" In the eyes of Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan, Li Naijing suddenly asked inexplicably.
"Maybe it is, maybe it's not." Zhao Wenbo said.
With that said, he turned back to his wife in the room and asked, "Do you buy the Yungu Evening News every day?"
The woman shook her head: "Not every day, but my husband likes to read newspapers and will buy them whenever he has the chance."
"How about these days?" Zhao Wenbo asked.
The woman said: "I'm going to buy it now. He rarely goes out for activities, so he basically spends his time reading newspapers in the house."
"Why don't you go out?"
"Because..." the woman said, looking at the obese man sitting on the bed with some distress, "I just found out last week that my husband has... a brain tumor."
"You have been doing long-term examinations here?" Li Naijing remembered at this time that there was a brain hospital nearby.
"We are outsiders. We originally worked nearby to earn money, and finally bought a house, but unexpectedly we encountered demolition. After receiving the compensation, we had no place to go for the time being, so we stayed in this hotel first. Unexpectedly, Now my husband has been found out again..."
At this point, the woman seemed unable to speak, and stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to flow.
"Has he become very silent these days?" Li Naijing asked.
The woman nodded.
While Li Naijing was talking to the woman, Zhao Wenbo walked to the door of Room 202 and called Shen Xing.
Shen Xing has returned home now. He just booked a high-speed rail ticket to Gaoqing City next door tomorrow on his mobile phone. The famous old acupuncture doctor lives in Gaoqing City, but it is very fast to get there by high-speed rail, almost forty minutes. Can be reached.
After going to the doctor on the same day, you can rush back to Yungu City on the same day.
After receiving the call, Zhao Wenbo told Shen Xing what happened here in detail, including the broken leg that seemed to be able to move on its own, and the blood splashing all over the wall, but there was very little on the ground and none on the bed. He also highlighted the couple. Newspapers in the room.
Now Zhao Wenbo has formed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he sees a newspaper with a blank page like this, he will doubt whether it is related to the case under investigation.
Shen Xing listened carefully. He knew that if he were at the scene of the crime now, he would probably be able to get some results by turning on his special pupils and scanning them.
But if we go to the south of the city so late now, we will leave Feifei alone at home.
In addition, the last time the second-hand goods disappeared after the explosion, it is unknown whether he was injured or whether he will appear again.
So Shen Xing was not going to go over, but thought about it carefully and said: "It's very simple, put the newspaper into the hands of the male owner, and then all of you, including his wife, go out and come back in about five minutes. If you find If he is still staring at the blank side of the newspaper at this time, it is almost certain that there is something wrong.”
After finishing speaking, Shen Xing asked again: "By the way, you just said that the male master is fatter, so look at where he is fattest, is it his belly?"
Zhao Wenbo looked over there carefully and replied: "Well, although his body and arms are also full of meat, his belly is still the fattest and bulging. One meal he eats is at least as much as three of my meals. This level of obesity It’s easy to get sick!”
"What's wrong with him?" Shen Xing asked.
"His wife said that she just found out that this man has a brain tumor." Zhao Wenbo answered.
"Brain tumor? Is this related to obesity?" Shen Xing frowned, thoughtfully, and then said: "You do what I just said, and you can call me when you are sure."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xing muttered to himself: "Brain tumor?"
Inside the hotel.
After Zhao Wenbo whispered to others, he handed the newspaper to the obese man sitting beside the bed.
"What are you..." The man may not have recovered from the sudden illness. He speaks less and seems to be a little slow in thinking. He wonders if he is affected by a brain tumor.
"You read the newspaper first, and we'll go out for a while." Zhao Wenbo said with a smile.
As soon as the words fell, everyone left room 202 one after another, leaving the door ajar but not closing it completely.
The man's wife looked worried and walked back and forth at the door.
Li Naijing looked at the time, while Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan held their hands and stood aside waiting.
After waiting for five or six minutes, Zhao Wenbo slowly opened the door to the room, followed by Li Naijing. They entered one after another, then Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan, and finally the anxious hostess.
On the bed in room 202, there was a fat man sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the newspaper with both hands and staring motionlessly.
He didn't notice that everyone came in quietly, or maybe he was too absorbed in looking at them and didn't pay attention to his surroundings.
Soon Zhao Wenbo and others were standing in front of the obese man. This distance should have been noticed even if he had not paid attention just now.
But the man still didn't.
Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo looked over and found that the newspaper page the man was staring at was the sixth page, which was the blank side.
With a wink, Zhao Wenbo turned around and left the room, calling Shen Xing.
"I'm sure, the fat man in room 202 is also attracted by the blank page of the newspaper. He has been staring at the blank side until now. This is consistent with the dictation of the family surnamed Wu and the life of the old man who was killed by Lou Fang. Acts exactly the same.”
Shen Xing nodded, "You may not accept what I say now, but I just thought about it and found that this is the only possible explanation for the murder scene."
Zhao Wenbo's throat moved, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and said hurriedly: "You tell me, as long as the answer is reasonable, I can accept anything."
"How many people live in room 302?" Shen Xing asked.
"1."
"How is your body shape?"
Zhao Wenbo recalled: "Xiong Wei just said that the hotel owner introduced him as a thin person, um, thin and short."
"Analyzing the severed feet, do they belong to this person?" Shen Xing asked again.
"The forensic doctor's preliminary analysis just now shows that the proportions of the severed feet and the thin resident are not much different. It is basically certain, but the final conclusion can only be drawn after returning to the forensic room." Zhao Wenbo said.
"Now, ask Xiong Wei and his assistants to take out their guns, call the hostess of Room 202 out of the room, and ask other security officers to guard the door and outside the windows." Shen Xing ordered in a deep voice, "You and Li Naijing also prepare together So that I can deal with the unusual tactics, and then I can go into the house and snatch the man’s newspaper directly.”
"Do you want to... anger that anomaly?" Zhao Wenbo asked.
"If you don't get angry, you can only guess." Shen Xing said: "I think there is a ninety-nine percent chance that this man is no longer a human being. In his stomach, there may be the corpse that has not been fully digested. , including bones that have been chewed up.”
"Ah!" Zhao Wenbo was stunned.
Shen Xing continued: "Didn't you ask me before why only the woman who strangled herself to death and the old man of the Wu family were mind-controlled after reading the newspaper? I think I already know the answer. , perform an autopsy on their brains to see if their brains had serious lesions before that."
After talking for a while, Shen Xing hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy signal, Zhao Wenbo slowly came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh: "This guy is indeed the holder of the red heart certificate."
After putting away his mobile phone, he took out the golden pen and then the telescopic stick, walked into the room, and whispered to Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan: "You go out first, and ask other colleagues to come and guard the outside of the door and window of the room. Sister Naijing and I are here. That’s it.”
Seeing his appearance, Li Naijing knew that Shen Xing had come to a conclusion, so she also took out a pen and telescopic stick at the same time.
Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan immediately took the frightened hostess out of the house and handed her over to a special person for supervision.
It was almost half past ten at night.
Xiong Wei went to the bathroom and turned off the small electric stove. The smell coming out of the pot lid made him feel inexplicably nauseous at this moment.
Returning to the bedside, Li Naijing was already completely close to the fat man and said to Zhao Wenbo, "I'll do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed the newspaper and pulled it over violently. The newspaper was torn into pieces with a loud crash.
The fat man who was staring at the newspaper motionlessly, his fat body trembling slightly, raised his head, still holding the newspaper, and looked at Li Naijing.
Slowly, his eyes changed from confused at first to vicious, and then from vicious to cruel. At the same time, they were mixed with a violent, crazy, and uncontrollable hysteria, which exploded at this moment.
But what greeted him was a blow from Zhao Wenbo.
This stick turns on the ghost-killing mode. In fact, the ghost-killing mode still attacks through an electrostatic field, but it is several levels worse than the high-intensity electric shock of the silver pen.
But for attacking people with abnormal conditions, this stick is enough to make them suffer.
After a blow from the stick, the obese man screamed and stood up from the bed suddenly. The fat all over his body was shaking, especially his round belly that was bumping up and down violently.
He opened his mouth to Zhao Wenbo, and saw a dark object appearing in his mouth, like a rolling black mist.
Zhao Wenbo felt his head suddenly dizzy, his spirit was strongly affected, and he almost fainted.
The obese man immediately opened his hands and rushed towards him, ready to hug him. At the same time, the black mist in his mouth grew rapidly, like a big mouth that wanted to swallow Zhao Wenbo whole.
If Zhao Wenbo were an ordinary person, he might have fallen to the ground and fainted just like the guy in Room 302 upstairs at this moment.
But he just swayed and did not fall. Instead, he immediately retreated, preparing to counterattack again.
Boom!
Li Naijing attacked from the side and dropped the stick, hitting the obese man on the shoulder. Then she twisted the golden pen and quickly shot out the anesthetic end, inserting it into the obese man's arm.
The next second, the man's whole body went limp, and he threw himself on the bed with a bang.
His mouth was still open, but soon a large amount of liquid flowed out, and it was dark and gave off a strange smell.
After a while, more minced meat and bone residue rolled out of the liquid, and soon the bed was completely wet. There was still a lot of filth flowing out from his mouth.
Zhao Wenbo walked to the other side and stretched out his hand to touch. The man's forehead was cold and his temperature had long since disappeared.
As a large amount of filth flowed out, his round belly also sunk downwards, and soon his Adam's apple moved, protruding into something like an egg, and then rolled out along his mouth.
The black egg rolled twice in the filthy liquid, and then swelled up.
Li Naijing immediately grabbed Zhao Wenbo, and the two quickly turned around and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the bathroom door shut.
The next second, the black egg exploded, and a layer of black liquid covered almost every corner of the room.
The covered area turned into white gas and made a sizzling sound.
After about ten seconds, the burning sounds stopped and the white gas disappeared. There were many small holes in the sheets, walls, table tops, bathroom doors and the ground.
After another minute, the bathroom door opened, and Zhao Wenbo and Li Naijing walked out cautiously.
The two of them looked at the mess in the room with lingering fear, and looked at the blank and broken newspaper page on the ground that was also burned by the black liquid.
At this moment, the familiar page is no longer blank, but two black words appear strangely.
【Goodbye! 】
The moment they saw these words, both Zhao Wenbo and Li Naijing felt a strong sense of discomfort in their hearts. They instinctively resisted these two words. At the same time, their brains were dizzy and their stomachs were surging.
With a "wow" sound, Zhao Wenbo spit it out first.
…
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xing took a long breath. The current reasons and processes of the newspaper case should be basically clear based on the third case that Zhao Wenbo just mentioned.
Although it has not been proven yet, Shen Xing is certain that there is a high probability that the other two controlled victims also have brain lesions.
This kind of disease is not routine, and must be somewhat special, so the range of victims is not wide, and there is no large-scale damage.
This is lucky!
Now it is possible that even if these victims do not know that they have brain lesions, by reading newspapers, they will have a greater chance of being controlled than ordinary people.
As for everyone's behavior after being controlled, their behavior will be different. For example, the grandfather of the Wu family will try his best to kill people in the house, and the middle-aged woman will strangle herself. At present, it seems that in the third case, this The controlled person seems to harm the people nearby and devour them.
Obviously the third case is more terrifying, and it seems that it is not just as simple as mind control, but directly controlled by the body, that is, possession.
After asking Feifei to go back to the small bedroom opposite to sleep, Shen Xing checked the doors and windows of the room, returned to his bedroom, turned on the light on the workbench, and took a flat, thick wooden board.
This is not the sequence board, but another wood sculpture he recently created - a newspaper.
Making this newspaper wood carving is his easiest and shortest time-consuming work so far. It was completed in just half an hour.
All he did was cut the wood into a whole piece and make some arcs, making the wood carving look like newspaper lines.
However, Shen Xing was not sure about this wood carving. It might become a waste product, so the wood used was not of good quality.
