On the roof of the iron shed, there was a hole the size of a palm. A doll stepped on the edge of the convex, and hung the glass ball down with its belly.

The bottle cap for the second mission has made great progress compared to the first time, and the movements are quite skillful. The hanging glass ball is motionless in the air, monitoring everything.

A taxi with an out-of-air taxi parked at an inconspicuous corner on the side of the road.

Xia Nannan held the steering wheel in her hand and yawned in her mouth, looking like she was not too asleep.

Chen Chao sat in the back row, holding a cell phone with a broken corner of the screen in his hand. This was the bottle cap that was taken out from the crime scene.

After stealing the ashes, the bottle cap sneaked back to his phone without realizing it.

The mutants have a strong subjective initiative. Chen Chao felt that this habit could be maintained and it was worth going back and rewarding another bottle of Coke.

The general situation of the matter is as follows:

When the taxi was driving towards Magu Lane, he heard a scream of horror and deformation, and then he saw a young man with a pale face running out of the ventilation station, standing at the door and vomiting.

Then,

A ragdoll flew out from the car window that was rolling down and landed steadily on the iron shed. In less than a blink of an eye, the scene in the room was reflected into Chen Chao's lenses.

Then, the bottle cap, which adheres to the fine tradition, brought the mobile phone next to the deceased's face back to Chen Chao.

Therefore, the bottle cap is the first to enter the crime scene. The thief did not even step into the threshold, and then turned back and ran out to embarrass him.

The three and a half-year-old bottle cap was not afraid of the corpse, and this time it was careful not to leave footprints inside.

"He's sure to kill!"

Chen Chao's judgment on the scene was consistent with Hook, but not because the phone was lost, but because the phone was pressed against the deceased's right cheek at the time.

The body was in the position at that time. The deceased's right elbow joint was pressed under the gas tank, and there were obvious signs of sprain and misalignment. It was impossible for him to support the phone with his right hand.

So there was only another person, right next to him at that time.

Chen Chao was able to even restore the scene at that time:

Under the dim light, two rows of gas tanks were neatly placed in a corner of the dilapidated warehouse. Lao Sun was lying on the ground, holding the gas tank pressing against his chest with his hands from below, struggling hard.

He was pressing his chest with a heavy gas tank, making him unable to breathe. He looked at the figure squatting in front of him, his eyes full of begging and fear.

The latter stared at him indifferently and put the phone dialing in Lao Sun's ear.

Lao Sun's chest was gasping for breath as if he was pulling a bellows. After he finished the last call, the man in front of him hung up the phone and placed it on his face, then stood up and waved his arm suddenly.

The waving arm hit the gas tank like a whip. The arm that was struggling to support was knocked to the ground. The ribs of the fragile chest were broken and collapsed, and several pieces of white broken bone stubble pierced the flesh.

The entire body seemed to be rolled into two pieces from the middle, and the open mouth spurted out of the internal organs and blood, splashed onto the gas tank, and the weak head hit the mobile phone screen, smashing the screen into a corner.

This is probably the scene at that time. Anyway, he would have written this way in Chen Chao's novels.

There are a bunch of unknown caller IDs on the phone, but the dead cannot answer them, so the time of death is easy to judge.

The last call was 6 days ago, at 21:43 pm, and the call lasted 17 seconds.

The call note is "No. 4, Magu Lane 13 Chen".

The meaning of this note is that a person named Chen, who lives in No. 4, Maguxiang, called.

In old shanty towns like this, there is no gas pipeline paving, and every household uses gas tanks, and this kind of note is included in Lao Suntou's address book.

"Six days ago, my surname happened to be Chen again!"

The psychologist happened to have not been to work for a week, and the crime scene was in Magu Lane.

Chen Chaoshen breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt that the last call was called by the psychologist Chen Zhuo.

In order to avoid some unnecessary misunderstandings, the taxi parked at the corner of the roadside, Chen Chao and Xia Nannan got off the bus and walked into Magu Lane from an entrance and exit further away from the ventilation station.

After 10 minutes.

No. 4, Magu Lane 13.

It is a blind alley near the deepest part of the shanty town, next to an abandoned toilet. It was the original dry toilet, but it was later blocked by a pit.

The self-built houses in the innermost part of the Dead Alley are relatively dilapidated, and they are basically not rented out, and they cannot be rented out, so they have never been very popular.

The cracked brick-walled house was covered with a rain cover, and the rusty iron door was half-closed.

Quietly.

Chen Chao, who was carrying a backpack and changing his sneakers in the car when he got off the car, wore a mask on his face. Xia Nannan, who stood side by side, was habitually wearing a black raincoat, and the bottle cap was hidden in the large pocket of the raincoat, revealing a small part of her head looking outside curiously.

I don’t know if it was because of the influence of logical genius or the sequelae of tool man possession, Chen Chao felt that his courage had obviously become bigger, and some crazy thoughts would appear in his mind from time to time.

"I guessed that there might be dead people in the house. In the past, I couldn't take the initiative to go in and explore. I just hid myself in the quilt. Now, I actually plan to avoid the police and check it in first. I must be crazy!"

Chen Chao took a deep breath, glanced left and right but saw no one. He pushed open the iron door that had been painted.

The door and the ground were scratching, and some abandoned radiators were piled up in the yard, with a metal dog chain tied at one end, and a overturned dog basin on the ground.

No dogs were seen!

Chen Chao closed the iron door again, and there was a broken lock hanging on the door. This scene seemed familiar.

The stair ring with an iron frame structure is in the yard. The doors leading to the second floor and the rooftop are locked with iron chains. They should be abandoned. Only the iron railings are reinforced outside the windows on the first floor to prevent theft.

The surface of the window has not been washed for a long time, and it is covered with a thick layer of dust, with a face mark on it.

It was like a face that had been pasted outside the window and peeked into the room.

Chen Chao was terrified and palpitations.

"There is a barrier outside the window, and the gap is only the thickness of an arm left, so how can a person's head be stretched into it!"

Chen Chao pulled the iron railing, which was very strong. Fine goose bumps appeared on his back. He leaned his face against the railing and looked into the room. He couldn't see anything clearly through the dust and the curtains in the room.

Relieving his breathing, Chen Chao went over and knocked on the door.

As he expected, the room was quiet and no one answered and opened the door.

He pinched the door handle, and a layer of sticky transparent liquid stuck to the door handle. He lowered his head and saw that there were also traces of mucus flowing through solidification in the door lock core.

Chen Chao couldn't recognize things like glue or egg white.

He turned the door handle and the door was locked...
Chapter completed!