Yao Guang and others came to the deceased's home again. Ms. Qian was packing up her husband's belongings. She didn't say much and just let them look at them casually.
Yao Guang and others entered the bedroom. Huo Mingkun opened his golden eyes and looked around. Sure enough, the vague magnetic field also existed in this room. The magnetic field did not fill the room, but surrounded the double bed. "There's this magnetic field near the bed."
Chen Haixie sniffed around like a police dog: "Sister, that smell is most noticeable in bed. This smell is so strange."
Yao Guang looked at them, then at the bed, searching carefully on the sheets, because he told Ms. Qian that the bedroom would be cleaned up in a few days, and it was still as it was when the crime occurred. Yaoguang searched the bed carefully and found a small amount of paper scraps where the deceased had been lying. Yao Guang collected the scraps of paper and walked outside: "Ms. Qian, did your husband like calligraphy and painting during his lifetime?" Yao Guang asked.
"I've never heard of him. He only likes sports. I've never seen him interested in calligraphy and painting," Ms. Qian said.
"What was your husband's main job during his lifetime? Did he have any side jobs?" Yao Guang asked.
"He is a computer software designer. As far as I know, he doesn't have a side job," Ms. Qian said.
"Okay, thank you." Yao Guang said and left.
On the way back, Yao Guang frowned: "Now I have a question that I haven't figured out. The deceased was a computer software designer. How many times did he deal with paper?" Yao Guang asked.
"It shouldn't be much." Huo Mingkun said.
"Okay, are all the books on the bookcase at home related to computers?" Yao Guang asked.
"Yes, I read it. They are all computer books." Chen Haixie replied.
"Then, please explain to me where these scraps of paper came from. The deceased didn't like calligraphy and painting, and he didn't have a part-time job. How come there are scraps of rice paper on the bed, and they're still under the quilt. What can the deceased hold in his arms while sleeping?" Yao Guang asked, holding the evidence bag.
"We searched the deceased's house and didn't find any calligraphy, painting, rice paper or anything like that," Jiang Yun said.
"Then where did this rice paper scrap come from? The Trace Inspection Department didn't detect anything on the clothes hanging on the deceased, but why did this paper scrap appear in the bed? Don't you think it's strange?" Yao Guang asked.
"Is it the fairy in the painting again?" Huo Mingkun said.
"Okay, even if it's the fairy in the painting, we all know that the spirit that is born in calligraphy and painting is called charm. No matter how the charm moves, it cannot do without the carrier, that is, the painting or book that gave birth to it. However, in this case , no carrier was found in the deceased’s home. It’s hard to explain what the vague smell and magnetic field are. If you think back to the painting fairy in Professor Zhou’s home, it’s completely different from the current situation. Isn’t this strange? Yao Guang said.
"Master, please send this scrap of paper back for testing." Jiang Yun said.
"Yeah." Yao Guang nodded.
Back at the police station, Yao Guang called Xuan Chen to tell him about the situation at the deceased's house. "I suspect that ghosts are at work in this case. The deceased must not have died normally. I suspect that he was absorbed by an unknown ghost, so he died in an aging manner."
"Phoenix, the test results are out. The paper scraps you brought back were found to be composed of rice paper and pigment." Trace Inspector handed over the report.
"Okay, now we need to find the source of this scrap of paper, so we can know what sucked the Yang Qi of the deceased." Yao Guang said.
"Notify Team Song to investigate the deceased's interpersonal relationships, focusing on the deceased's friends during his lifetime, to see if anyone knows whether the deceased had purchased calligraphy and paintings or other rice paper before his death. Call the deceased's home elevator and corridor surveillance, and collect money from We started collecting information on the day the lady left on a business trip to see if the deceased had brought anything home. We also questioned Ms. Qian again, focusing on Ms. Qian’s close friends of the deceased. Our goal is to find this missing physical evidence." Yao Light said.
"Okay." Xuan Chen said.
"Phoenix, come and see." The technician shouted.
Yao Guang walked over and the technician pointed at the deceased who appeared on the surveillance camera: "Look here. This is the surveillance camera from seven days ago. Look at the hands of the deceased."
"Scroll?!" Yao Guang was shocked: "It seems that my guess is right."
"But the surveillance showed that he only took the scroll home, but did not take it out." The technician said.
"Bring it back, but not out. Where did the scroll go? It's not in the deceased's home. I asked Team Song. Team Song searched the deceased's home and didn't find this thing." Jiang Yun said.
"This is really interesting." Yao Guang said. "Continue to investigate the seven days of surveillance video near the deceased's home, including the underground parking lot, the entrance to the community, and around the building."
"Fenghuang, these are the deceased's friends during his lifetime. After hearing about the deceased, they came together to inquire about the results." Team Song walked in, followed by four men.
"Please take a seat." Yaoguang led people to the lounge.
"Police officer, how did Ah Rong die?" the man in blue clothes asked.
"He died of organ failure. It's not convenient for me to disclose the rest. After all, the case is still under further investigation." Yao Guang replied.
"How could a good person die?" Lan Yi said. A sad look on his face.
"You must be his best friends during his lifetime. I have a few questions I want to ask you." Yao Guang said.
"You ask." Lan Yi said.
"Where were you from 11pm to 1am last night?" Yaoguang asked.
"We were at the Star KTV. We made an appointment with Ah Rong, but he didn't come. We arrived at the KTV at about eight o'clock after get off work, and then left at three o'clock in the morning. Everyone was drunk." The man in black clothes answered .
Huo Mingkun went out after hearing this.
"Okay, do you know that Jiang Junrong likes calligraphy and painting or has the habit of collecting calligraphy and painting?" Yaoguang asked.
"No, Ah Rong is a very disciplined person, and his only hobby is exercise. I have never seen him interested in calligraphy, painting, antiques, etc. for so many years." Lan Yi replied.
"Have you met recently? Has he behaved strangely?" Yao Guang asked.
"We met. Ah Rong and I work in the same company. We see each other almost every day. If you want to talk about his strange behavior, he has been quite strange recently." The man in the jacket said.
"How?" Yao Guang asked.
"Ah Rong is a very sunny person and is in good spirits. However, since his wife recently went on a business trip, he has been a little nagging and always dozing off. The day before yesterday, he made a mistake in programming. He is 10 in the company. I haven’t made any mistakes for many years, and this time I not only made mistakes, but also made mistakes in places that shouldn’t have been wrong. And recently we all discovered that Ah Rong’s hair is very white and he is aging quickly. We also asked him what was wrong, and he He didn't say anything. And the strangest thing was that his eyes were very sunken. We thought he had some disease and wanted to take him to the hospital, but he lost his temper, dropped the teacup and left. Then he didn't come to work during the day. , we called and his wife answered, and we knew something had happened to him." Jacket said.
"Then, do you know where he has been recently, such as antique stores or something?" Yao Guang asked.
"I'm not sure about this. There shouldn't be. We were together during the day when I was working. I didn't see him going out. He went home at night. His wife should be able to testify." Jacket said. "Hey, wait a minute, I remembered something. It was around 7 o'clock in the evening. I called Ah Rong and asked him if he was okay and if I should send him anything. He said vaguely on the phone He said, "I don't want anything, just the fairy in the painting." Then the phone hung up. I thought he was in a trance and talking in his sleep, so I didn't care. I only remembered it when you mentioned the calligraphy and painting."
"Okay, thank you. These are my words. Just call me if you think of anything." Yao Guang said.
"Thank you, officer. I hope you can solve the case soon. Let's go." The four people left.
"Sister, the surveillance of Xingxing KTV shows that these people are not lying and they are not suspected of committing the crime. Team Song is back, but the investigation results have made no progress. Jiang Junrong is a humble gentleman and has a good reputation." Huo Mingkun said.
"The fairy in the painting? This is a bit interesting." Chen Haixie said. "We think this way, if the deceased's death was caused by the gorgeous things that confused his mind and drained his yang energy, then what the evidence shows now can be easily explained."
"According to your idea, it is indeed easy to explain. So now we have several problems. First, the deceased did not have the habit of collecting and loving calligraphy and painting. Naturally, he would not appear in places like antique shops that sell calligraphy and painting. We can rule out the possibility that it was a gift from a friend, so where did the scroll in his hand come from. Secondly, after the death of the deceased, the scroll disappeared out of thin air. Where is the scroll now? These two problems cannot be solved. The whereabouts of this scroll cannot be solved. There is no way to investigate, and there is no way to confirm the contents of the scroll, so the cause of death of the deceased remains a mystery." Yao Guang said.
"If the deceased didn't look for the scroll, would the scroll come to find the deceased? Unknown magnetic fields were found on the deceased and in his home. How can a ghost using calligraphy and painting as a carrier not leave any clues after absorbing people's yang energy? Then this ghost must be unusual, so is it possible to operate the carrier to find the deceased?" Chen Haixie said.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Yao Guang nodded: "Then the question now becomes, where did the deceased meet this painting?"
"Phoenix, there are new findings from the surveillance near the deceased's home." Xuan Chen shouted.
Yao Guang and others walked out and came to the computer.
"Look, this is the parking lot underneath the deceased's home. Look here, the deceased walked out of the underground parking lot at 11 o'clock in the evening. Then you see his actions. He lowered his head and picked up something. Then he unfolded it, then closed it, and then the deceased He appeared in the corridor with this thing, and then appeared in the surveillance area of the corridor. In the surveillance area of the corridor, it was found that he was holding a scroll in his hand." Technology said.
"This can be explained. The deceased walked out of the underground parking lot, and then saw the scroll on the way back. He was confused the moment he opened the scroll. The deceased returned home with the scroll. What happened next can be explained." Yao Guang said: "Try to retrieve the surveillance video near the deceased's home during the time of his death to see if there are any clues?"
"Look, this is the picture retrieved from the surveillance camera opposite on the night of the deceased's death." said the technician in front of another computer. Yao Guang walked over and looked at the screen. This angle was taken from a surveillance position opposite the balcony of the deceased's home. At 12:20 in the evening, something flew out of the balcony of the deceased's home and landed on the lawn below. At 12:40, a man in black passed by the tree, bowed his head under the tree, and took something.
"The time of death of the deceased was around 12 o'clock in the evening. This thing fell from downstairs at 12:20. There was no one in the deceased's home at this time. The deceased was already dead. Who would throw the thing down?" Yao Guang looked at the surveillance camera and said .
"The scroll is your own." Chen Haixie added: "The so-called fairy in the scroll killed the deceased, then fell down with the scroll, and was picked up by the man in black at 12:40, which means it was looking for a home."
"That's right, immediately call in surveillance to search for this man. We must find him." Yao Guang said.
