As soon as Ling Ling hung up the phone, she heard a cold male voice next to her ear: "Why is her cell phone here?" Wen Qiao stood behind her and seemed to have heard the entire conversation clearly.
"You don't even know, how could I know?" Ling Ling said angrily. For some reason, she remembered the scene when she met Wen and Liu sitting in the car while on duty that night, and she couldn't help but consciously or unconsciously He stabbed him.
But Wen Qiao didn't answer her questions, so she had no choice but to change the subject and ask about the case. In this regard, he never shied away.
"Did you find anything?"
"A murder may have occurred here."
Ling Ling had no reaction after hearing this. She glanced at the pool of blood in the inner room and complained silently in her heart, I'm not blind and my nose is fine. I still don't know what happened here?
She curled her lips and continued to ask without surprise: "What else?"
Wen Qiao suddenly turned around and said to her solemnly: "Look around carefully to see if there is an entrance to the underground nearby."
Ling Ling was confused by his sudden request and asked quickly: "Why is this?"
"Except for the call Ling Feng made just now, there are no other missed calls on the phone, which means it was not accidentally lost. The phone was placed next to the plaster sculpture. There are no signs of falling or damage, which means it was not dropped during a fight or dispute. . In this case, it was probably placed here intentionally."
"Under what circumstances would you lose such an important thing?" Wen Qiao asked, staring at Ling Feng.
"I will never give up my phone under any circumstances! If something happens, how can I ask for help?" Ling Ling said without hesitation.
“What if you’re going somewhere where you don’t have access to cell phones?”
"Then... something is better than nothing, right? I feel safe with it, and maybe I can find a chance to use it."
Wen Qiao was a little speechless. Sure enough, human psychology cannot be compared: "That way you will lose one chance of being discovered early."
Ling Ling snorted disdainfully: "No, my brother won't see me for a few hours, so he will go around asking me where I have been, just like a dog-skin plaster."
Wen Qiao glanced at her bright and vivid face, feeling a sense of loneliness in his heart, and finally just said softly: "Look for her quickly."
Through the series of questions just now, Ling Ling also vaguely understood what he meant.
"Do you think Liu Mengwei went to a place where mobile phones cannot be used, such as underground, so she left her mobile phone here and waited for us to find it? But how does she know that we will definitely find it?"
"Because this is a crime scene, even if others don't come, the police will come."
"If she wanted the police to find her, why didn't she just call while she was here?" Ling Ling continued to ask.
Wen Qiao suddenly became impatient: "Of course I can't do it, so I would rather give up such an important thing and take a gamble."
Ling Ling also realized something was wrong: "She...could something happen to her?" Seeing Wen Qiao frowning and not saying anything, she asked again: "Do you want to go to her home or school to see her?"
Although Wen Qiao intuitively believed that this was a useless effort, he still agreed and said: "Okay, is Ling Feng on the way here? Let him go to school first."
Ling Ling quickly took out his mobile phone and quickly explained the situation clearly. After putting down the phone, I couldn't help but become nervous. "What's next?"
Wen Qiao had just walked around the house several times and found nothing unusual. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?
no, I can not. Since she left all the most valuable things on her body, she must have wanted to explain something, and there must have been some other hints.
He started a new inspection, but this time he no longer focused on finding the basement or darkroom, but on observing the things in this room.
If she was really under some kind of coercion, and she did leave some clues here, they should be both obvious and covert, so that they cannot be easily seen through by the person who threatened her, and they should not be ignored by the police who come here.
Something the police would never ignore, blood stains? Corpse? Looking at the forensic doctors who were busy collecting the scene and the large puddle of black liquid and pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, Wen Qiao fell into deep thought again.
This is a strange scene, there are no bodies here. Could it be that what she wanted to remind the police was not to find the extra thing here, but to find the missing part. Can she be found by finding the body that disappeared from the scene?
But the owner of this studio, Zhu Tao, has not been known about his whereabouts since yesterday afternoon. What disappeared with him was his girlfriend, Chen Yuting.
Chen Yuting, Zhang Qiang, this small studio has closely or remotely connected the four people at that party, including himself.
No, it was five people, including the young man’s stepmother, Li Yun. Thinking of this person, Wen Qiao suddenly turned around and walked towards the row of plaster heads where he had just found the mobile phone.
These white plasters are hidden in the shadows of the shelves. At first glance, there is not much difference, but if you look carefully, you can still distinguish the characteristics of the characters. Oval face, almond eyes, isn't this person Li Yun or who is it?
This pale plaster head looked at him silently with smiling eyes, looking like he was hesitating to speak and gloating about his misfortune.
"Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" The plaster head winked at him playfully.
"You shouldn't be in this place."
"Really?" It pursed its lips, unwilling to be outdone: "Are you supposed to appear here?"
"There must be something wrong somewhere?"
"Yeah, what went wrong?"
"Were you always here, always watching?"
"Yes, I have been here all the time. I can clearly see what is happening here."
"Tell me, what happened here? Where did she go?"
"You are mistaken. I only have a pair of eyes. I can't run, but I can't follow her. How can I know where she has gone?"
"So, who is she with?"
"The Queen Mother."
"What?"
"She was captured by the Queen Mother!"
"...Where were you caught?"
"Of course he flew back to the Heavenly Palace and disappeared in a flash."
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, as if he was wandering outside the three realms, Ling Ling finally couldn't help but call him out: "What's wrong with you?"
"Disappeared out of thin air..." Wen Qiao suddenly said this without any beginning or end.
"What disappeared out of thin air?"
"Corpse, this is the scene of the first crime." Wen Qiao pointed to the vague humanoid outline and said, "A person was originally lying here. Judging from the amount of bleeding, there is no possibility of survival, but where did the body go?"
"The murderer must have moved." Ling Ling thought naturally.
"But he didn't leave any traces during the transfer process. Except for the area where the crime was committed, no dragging or dripping blood stains were found elsewhere. It was like a corpse disappearing out of thin air."
Ling Ling looked at a bloody footprint on the ground and said, "I suspect there is a third person at the scene. This footprint is obviously that of a woman. If two people are more careful, clean it, and move a body out to destroy the evidence, it shouldn't be difficult. Come on."
Wen Qiao came to the inner room. This small compartment of only 10 square meters contained a folding bed and a separate small bathroom. The messy blood stains extended from the bathroom to the bedside.
He pushed open the small glass window in the bathroom and looked out. Outside was a ditch that was only one meter wide and less than half a meter deep.
Ling Ling also squeezed his head in. "You don't think that such a small ditch can be used to dump corpses, do you?"
"Have you checked the surveillance here?"
"Can you forget this? But unfortunately, the surveillance video here happened to lose the video signal for a period of time from 10:00 to 12:00 yesterday. Before that, a girl was photographed coming towards this studio. , it has been initially determined that she is the girl who was sent to the set as a prop this morning."
Wen Qiao already knew this. He pointed to a building across the ditch and said, "I'm talking about that camera."
The area opposite looks like the backyard of a factory. Looking through the window here, you can vaguely see a camera hanging under the eaves. Depending on the location, you may be able to take pictures of the ditch.
"You don't really think that the body disappeared from here, do you?" Ling Ling looked at him in disbelief: "If I look at it, she was actually taken away by the driver in the morning. However, speaking of the bad guy named Fang Zhu The boy is really scary. To be honest, I have always felt that there is room for redemption for some criminals who kill for reasons, but once it involves dismemberment, there is probably no cure."
Wen Qiao was not in the mood to listen to her lofty remarks now. In his opinion, there was no use dwelling on what had already happened. Those who are alive and still have hope should be their targets.
But are those people who have disappeared now really still alive? Is there really any hope of saving them?
