13th Floor, Development Building, Haicheng Information Technology Co., Ltd.
A girl holding a pile of documents was wandering at the door of the general manager's office, looking around, looking at a loss. At this time, someone happened to be passing by. Seeing her embarrassed appearance, he asked casually: "Xiao Chen, what's wrong? What are you doing walking around here?"
The girl known as Xiao Chen asked in a low voice: "I have a document here for the general manager to see, but I knocked on his door and there was no movement at all. Has he gone out?"
"Really? Probably not. I think he has been in the office since he came in the morning." The man said.
"What should we do? Our case is quite urgent. It's best to settle it as soon as possible."
"Let me call you and ask." He looked through the address book on his mobile phone and smiled at Xiao Chen: "You just came to the company not long ago, so you don't understand Mr. Feng's temper. Don't think he is the boss of our company. But he has no airs at all, just do whatever you want at work, and he doesn’t know how to eat people.”
After hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but give him a grateful look.
The ringtone rang several times on the phone. Xiao Chen suddenly pricked up his ears, approached the door of the general manager's office, and listened carefully.
"There seems to be a cell phone ringing inside...Did Mr. Feng go out without his cell phone?" Xiao Chen said.
Upon seeing this, the man hung up the phone and knocked on the door first. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement, so he tentatively pressed the door handle and opened the door with just a slight push.
"Mr. Feng, are you there?" the man shouted loudly, sticking his head in to check.
A man wearing a designer sports suit is sitting in a large and comfortable boss chair, his head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping quietly.
Xiao Chen, who followed behind, saw this scene and was so frightened that his hands loosened and the documents fell to the floor. He covered his mouth and screamed.
Blood stains flowed from the man's closed eyes, and his face was covered in blood, as if he was wearing a ferocious ghost mask.
…
Ling Feng has almost cast a shadow over this place. He has been here countless times in the past two weeks, and this bright and modern building has now been shrouded in a lingering haze.
Wen Qiao came to Feng Cheng, glanced at him, and said lightly: "He is still alive."
After hearing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but take a step forward. If he looked closely, he could indeed see that his chest was still rising and falling rhythmically.
"Maybe someone injected an anesthetic." As he said that, Wen Qiao opened Feng Cheng's eyelids and observed for a while before saying, "His eyes are not injured either."
"He may have been lobotomized." A familiar female voice came from behind. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Liu Mengwei, with Ling Ling beside her.
"Why are you together?" Ling Feng asked suspiciously when he saw Ling Ling.
"Officer Xiao Ling happened to be at my place. I heard there was a case, so I suggested sending her here." Liu Mengwei showed a charming smile, which made Ling Feng's heart skip a beat. He cleared his throat and asked : "What was that you just said?"
Liu Mengwei explained that this is a very harmful operation that once won the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine, but has now been abolished. This kind of surgery was once widely used to treat mental illness. In order to promote his surgical method, its inventor, Dr. Monis, also improved it. He only needs to use an ice pick to drill into the brain from above the eye and smash the white matter of the brain. Complete the surgery.
"This simple and crude operation can turn a violent and irritable beast into a docile and obedient sheep that is at the mercy of others." Liu Mengwei concluded.
"With the development of neurophysiology, humans have gradually understood the important role the prefrontal lobe plays in the brain. Once the prefrontal lobe, which is responsible for attention, thinking, reasoning, decision-making and other high-level cognitive functions, is destroyed, humans will lose their high-level thinking abilities. , at the same time, it does not affect the physiological functions a person needs to live as a living being. They will breathe, eat, and sleep quietly and silently, maintaining a flesh and blood body without the ability to think."
To put it simply, Feng Cheng has now become a fool without the ability to think.
The clues are broken again. Someone is always ahead of them and throws a ball of twine in front of them. They take a step forward and the twine takes a step forward. If you are fast, it will be faster. If you chase it, it will hide. You can always see it. , but always can’t catch it.
"When was the last time you saw Feng Cheng today? Has anyone entered his office?" Ling Feng began to visit the company.
According to the testimony of company employees, Feng Cheng has stayed in his own office since going to work today. Several employees who have seen his office said that he seemed a little uneasy.
"Who was the last person to enter?" Ling Feng asked.
Hearing this question, everyone looked at me and me, but no one came forward to admit it. Suddenly a female employee said: "It must be Miss Song."
"Really? Did you see her today?" A man asked the woman who just spoke.
"I think I saw her today too," another person echoed.
Ling Feng interrupted them: "Who is this Miss Song you are talking about?"
"That's Mr. Feng's secretary," the woman who spoke at the beginning replied.
"Miss Song? But I see there is no one named Song on your employee list." Ling Feng asked.
"She..." The woman's expression was a little complicated. Ling Feng encouraged: "If you have anything to say, just say it. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. Our police will verify it."
"Although Miss Song is apparently Mr. Feng's secretary, we all think that he should be Mr. Feng's lover, or girlfriend. After all, Mr. Feng is still single."
"Ms. Song doesn't come to the company often, and I can only see her two or three times a month. Every time she comes, she and Mr. Feng hide in the office, and I don't know what they are talking about. Logically speaking, the secretary should be busier than the general manager. Yes, but the two of them are just the opposite. If they weren't close to each other, how could there be room for such a laid-back person in the company."
The radar in Ling Feng's heart went off, and his intuition told him that this woman was suspicious.
"Does any of you have Ms. Song's contact information, home address or other information?"
Everyone looked at each other and said no. "Every time Miss Song comes, she almost only talks to Mr. Feng, and she just nods and says hello when she sees us, so we are actually not familiar with her at all."
Ling Feng was a little disappointed: "So, you actually know nothing about this person? You don't even know his name, right?"
"Ah! I still know this! Mr. Feng introduced it to us at the beginning."
Hearing this, Ling Feng did not feel very happy. He already knew in his heart that this was probably just a fake name, but he still asked: "Then what is her name?"
"Song Yuanxi."
Song Yuanxi, Song Yuanxi... But what's the use of just knowing these three words?
"Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night." Wen Qiao, who was standing aside, suddenly said, his voice like a clear spring.
Everyone looked at him and didn't understand what he meant by saying this in a disjointed way.
"What poem are you reading at this time?" Ling Feng was a little surprised.
"The stars are falling like rain." Wen Qiao ignored him and continued.
Liu Mengwei suddenly interrupted and said to Ling Ling: "Officer Xiao Ling, do you still remember what kind of hint the fortune teller gave you when the three of us were at the amusement park in Lanting Square?"
Ling Ling felt as if his heart had been hit, and murmured: "Stars, firelight...the fragrance of plum blossoms."
"The fragrance of carved BMWs fills the road. The sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long. It comes from "The Blue Jade Case·Yuan Xi" by Xin Qiji, a poet from the Song Dynasty."
Ling Ling was so shocked that she could hardly speak. Although she had always thought that divination could only be regarded as a recreational game, she had never felt that the three words spoken by the fortune teller really had any meaning. But I never expected that the secret would be deciphered in such a strange way today. On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the plum blossoms bloom alone, the carriages and horses are like dragons, and the lights are like stars.
Only Ling Feng was confused and asked quickly: "What are you talking about?"
Liu Mengwei briefly told him about their divination in the amusement park. After hearing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little incredible. After a long time, he said: "This... no! This is too far-fetched. It's just a coincidence. It doesn’t explain anything!”
"What if the fortune teller is Song Yuanxi?" Liu Meng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the two of them with a half-smile.
"What?!" Ling Feng and Ling Ling shouted in unison.
"This may explain why she was able to give such targeted hints in the first place." Wen Qiao added.
"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place." Liu Mengwei said slowly.
"Who...is she?"
"A person who hides behind the scenes and secretly observes and manipulates everything. I heard that someone once purchased a project data of Gao Liqun through Wang Ming. It should be done by these people. Gao Liqun has always had a secret research and development project. He cannot complete it alone. He must He used ready-made experimental equipment and personnel in the pharmaceutical company, but he had to be very careful not to be discovered. So he cleverly created a name and hid it in a project that would fail and abandon it from the beginning. In this way, as soon as the time comes, , the project will be cancelled, but all the data he wants to test has already been obtained."
"But he was discovered in the end. It was not the colleagues with whom he spent time together who discovered him, but a group of more hidden people. They settled downstairs and set up a company to hide their eyes. Their fundamental purpose was actually to monitor him and his experiments. Progress." After Liu Mengwei finished speaking, everyone looked in disbelief.
"There is a letter here." Wen Qiao broke the silence and picked up a piece of paper from the desk.
Zhan Xinjia. .
Sorry for the hard work. I hereby confess to the hard-working people's policemen that I committed the crime of killing people and dumping their bodies. At the time of committing the crime, he was of sound mind, independent personality, and fully capable of criminal responsibility. Please judge me with just laws and judges.
Feng Cheng
