Dead silence.
Deathly, silent.
There was silence in the whole room.
"Crack."
The sound of the phone slipping and hitting the ground.
"Wenwen?"
"Wenwen! What's wrong with you? Talk!"
"..."
Meng Fei sat on the chair with a dumbfounded expression.
Tang Wenwen's cell phone speaker was on, and he could hear it clearly, but he couldn't digest the news.
The other person had better not be joking.
Otherwise, the joke was too bad.
Although he is a time-traveler, can revive corpses, and has golden fingers, he should be regarded as an extremely special existence.
But why is the news on the phone even more outrageous? !
When he first passed through, Meng Fei's original body was dead.
The specific reason has not yet been identified.
As a result, not far from the community, another Meng Fei came out, also the deceased? !
How can this be.
This world view is quite normal!
Could there be something wrong?
Obviously, Tang Wenwen thought so too.
She picked up the phone with trembling hands.
"Tingting...are you kidding..."
Tang Wenwen's voice was filled with tears. "I'm timid...don't scare me."
"I'm not kidding. The deceased's name is Meng Fei. The identity information and physical appearance match. The identity of the deceased has been confirmed and we are contacting his family. What's wrong? Are you familiar with the deceased?"
Tang Wenwen's hands trembled wildly, and she knelt down on the ground with a "click" sound.
Meng Fei couldn't sit still anymore, so he rushed forward and picked up the mobile phone on the ground.
"Hello, this joke is not funny."
He said calmly.
The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Who are you?! Why are you at Wenwen's house? Tell me quickly!"
"I am Meng Fei, Tang Wenwen's neighbor and a programmer. I just helped her repair her computer, so I don't understand what you mean by what you just said."
"..."
The other party was silent for a while.
"Friend, why did you say I was dead?"
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps on the other end of the phone. It should be the police officer named "Tingting" walking.
Then there were her eager questions to her colleagues, which roughly meant rechecking the identity of the deceased.
"Ah...Sister Ting, I checked...the deceased's name is indeed Meng Fei. He is 1.83 meters tall and has a mole under his left eye. He lives at No. 05, 24th Floor, Unit 3, Haigang Community. He is a programmer and works in an Internet company. His health is I was hit by the front of a car, my chest was shattered and my head hit a stone pillar in the middle of the street..."
There is no need to listen to the next words.
Meng Fei has never looked in the mirror since he traveled through time, but just by looking at Tang Wenwen's frightened eyes, he already knew that what the person on the phone said was right.
The Meng Fei who died at the scene was Meng Fei just like himself.
This is the most frightening.
etc……
Meng Fei frowned and asked, "Is it possible that he just looks a little similar to me, so I made a mistake?"
"I... believe you are Mr. Meng Fei. I personally think it is necessary for you to come to the scene."
The other end of the phone pondered for a moment and said.
Meng Fei's hand holding the phone shook slightly and he said slowly, "Okay, tell me your detailed address and I'll be there right away."
"Okay, my current location is Guangshen Street..."
The other party reported an address.
Meng Fei nodded, put down the phone and walked out the door.
Tang Wenwen picked up the phone in shock, talked to "Tingting" for a few words, and then hung up.
…
After Meng Fei entered the corridor, his expression immediately became serious.
He came to where the camera was smashed.
The battery tumbled down and debris was scattered everywhere.
The murderer was really serious, not only cutting off the power, but also destroying the night vision camera.
Meng Fei tried scanning it.
[Item: Wireless Dome Monitor]
[Size: 10*8*3 cm]
[Value: 800]
[Status: Seriously damaged and cannot be repaired]
Meng Fei sighed.
Sure enough, too serious damage cannot be repaired.
"System, can fingerprints be scanned on the surface of the object?"
Meng Fei suddenly felt something in his heart. If this thing is related to his death, will there be any clues about the murderer?
"The surface of the item is dusty and cannot be scanned for fingerprints."
This was actually what he expected.
Judging from the extent of the damage, it should have been shattered by a blunt instrument. There was no need for the murderer to leave fingerprints.
But what surprised him was that the system's scanning capabilities also included scanning details such as fingerprints and blood stains!
After thinking for a moment, he dodged and returned to his home.
After entering the house, I started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, looking for notes and diaries.
There was no way, as a time traveler, he didn't inherit the memory of the original owner at all.
Even if your identity can be confirmed by blood type, DNA, etc., if you rush to the scene, you will be suspected after a few interrogations.
Although he is not considered a suspect, what if he is sent to a psychiatric ward?
Looking at the dazzling bookshelves, desks and messy beds in front of him, Meng Fei was a little depressed.
It takes a long time to find something in such a messy place.
Wait... I'm the cheater, okay? I have a system!
So!
"System, scan all books, notes, and diary information on the bookshelf."
Meng Fei immediately looked at the bookshelf in front of him.
[Ding dong, the host successfully scanned once, experience +1]
[Item: White pine three-door bookshelf]
[Size: 120*39*205 cm]
[Value: 4900]
[Status: intact]
[Book collection information: "Code Encyclopedia", "C Programming Language", "Introduction to System Security", "Design Patterns", "Compilation Principles", "Reverse Search", "Programming Pearls", "ROOTKIT Core Technology"...]
[Note information: None. 】
[Diary information: None. 】
Looking at the dazzling array of professional books for programmers on the bookshelf, Meng Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
I accept it.
In my previous life, I worked overtime and died of overwork. It was because I was forced to catch up on projects...
The original co-author Meng Fei is really dedicated, reading so many industry books after get off work!
Workers, workers have soul, workers are superior to others...
A role model for our generation.
Meng Fei sighed.
In short, I roughly scanned the books on the bookshelf, and there is nothing like a diary.
etc……
programmer?
material? !
computer? !
Meng Fei turned his head and looked at the computer host on the table.
"scanning!"
