Enchanter

Chapter 3 The incident of the boy in red ([-])

"What the hell is the ghost who attacked Tang Yan just now? Why did he hurt three people? Is this ghost related to the hanged ghost I saw in Conan Doyle's villa and the formation in the garden in front of the building? Is it related to this time? Is the serial murder related?"

He had a splitting headache thinking about it, these things came one after another, and he couldn't bear the pressure any longer.

"Yin Hui, Tang Yan was muttering something just now." At this moment, Shen Feifei spoke cautiously, her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"What are you mumbling about? What was he talking about just now?" He immediately became interested and just looked at Shen Feifei.

"The voice just now was very rough. It didn't sound like Miss Tang Yan's. He said just now that meddlers will die."

"Whoever meddles in their own business must die." He repeated in a panic. This sentence was so familiar to him. Character.

But now, these words seem to have grown legs, following them to this strange place again, as if they want to follow them for a lifetime.

He was clueless and felt a little confused.

Nosy, what kind of nosy are you meddling in?Is it related to the serial murders in the coffee shop?So, he killed the two girls?

Yin Hui was somewhat regretful, regretting his original decision. If he hadn't joined the incredible group, he wouldn't have been able to take care of this matter. Naturally, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei would not have been harmed by ghosts.

But what the hell is that ghost?What does it have to do with serial murders?If the ghost was caught, wouldn't it be a clue?

He jumped up in surprise by this idea, sighing in his heart that I am such a genius.

Just about to call Conan Doyle to report the progress of his work, but the phone rang at this moment, and he took out the phone to see that it was Conan Doyle.

"Yin Hui, come to the mortuary of the suburban hospital.?"

Conan Doyle's voice was cold, as if there was a mortuary chill coming out of the phone, just like his mind.

"Didn't you say that work will start in the afternoon?" He looked at his watch, it was only eleven o'clock, and he hadn't even eaten a meal since he was busy in the morning.

"Well, I have something important to do now, so hurry up." She hung up the phone without further talking, and he could only sigh helplessly when he heard the beeping busy tone from over there. .Just now he wanted to ask Conan Doyle where he went, but he didn't expect him to hang up so quickly.

That's fine, if we meet, report to her what happened here, maybe we can really find something from this entry point.

"Tang Yan, Shen Feifei, you two clean up the house, I have something to go out."

But Tang Yan grabbed Yin Hui's arm: "Yin Hui, we..."

"Don't worry about that, I put the soul-repelling flag on the door of my house, and the ghost will never break in." After finishing speaking, he took out the soul-repelling flag again and placed it on the floor of the door. Facing the door, any ghost coming in will take away his soul.

Hearing that Yin Hui was so confident, the two of them were naturally relieved and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, you two, don't wander around, just stay here." When he spoke, his stomach growled twice, and he glanced at the ground, and found many unopened foods, which should be from just now. The two girls went to the supermarket outside to buy things, and prepared to stay at home for three or four days.

Picking up a pack of beef jerky and a bottle of Nutrition Express, he hurried out.

Because of busy work, I haven't had the smooth and fragrant taste of Nutrition Express for a long time. Today I finally relieved my cravings.

I got out of the car, took a taxi, and arrived at the Nestle Cafe not long after.

The crowd at the door had been evacuated, and few people remained there. From the outside, it was impossible to tell that there was anything wrong with this coffee shop. Some rich people who didn't know why still wanted to go in and drink coffee.

It wasn't until I saw the cordon that was not easy to be found, and then carefully observed that the door of the cafe was closed, that I realized that the cafe was closed today, so I had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Yin Hui took a look. He was wearing a tall hat and gray-green sunglasses. He looked handsome. He always felt that this face was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he turned out to be the great photographer Edison Chen, a big star.

The car continued to drive, and arrived at the morgue of the suburban hospital in less than a quarter of an hour.

At the door of the mortuary, Conan Doyle sat there as if she had lost her soul, until the sound of Yin Hui's footsteps disturbed her, she raised her head slightly, and stared at him straightly.

Yin Hui was frightened by Conan Doyle's indifferent expression. He had never seen Conan Doyle's expression before, so he couldn't help being stunned: "What's wrong with Conan Doyle?"

Conan Doyle gave a wry smile, and then pulled Yin Hui in.

Yin Hui was very confused in his heart, and he didn't know why Conan Doyle was so abnormal today.

"Yin Hui, let me tell you something." Conan Doyle took a breath and calmed down his thoughts.

The body was invaded by the cold air in the mortuary, and he couldn't help but gasped: "It's a bit cold here, I think it's better to go outside and talk about it."

Conan Doyle shook his head: "No, people will hear it outside."

He was startled for a moment, because people would hear him.Could it be that this matter cannot be known by outsiders?

He didn't know what to say, but just stared at her blankly for a long time.

Only then did Conan Doyle slowly open his mouth. He found that Conan Doyle's voice trembled a little due to the air-conditioning, and this unintentional trembling made her voice even more fearful.

"15 years ago, I handled a case, which was also a serial murder case." She began to speak slowly, with a gloomy expression on her face: "At that time, the crime took place in a large theater of a movie theater. .”

Yin Hui was particularly interested in the murder case, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Conan Doyle's explanation of what was going on.

In a small underground theater, people often disappeared. At first, the police didn't pay much attention to it. They just thought that people got lost in the movie theater, so they just posted a few missing person notices.But later, as more and more people disappeared, the police realized that they had encountered a difficult case.Sometimes two or three people go missing in one day.The authorities were left with a headache, and in the end, like this time, they treated it as a supernatural event and handed it over to them.

Conan Doyle carefully checked the information of the missing persons, but found that most of these persons were young women with delicate faces.

But what does that have to do with their disappearance?

The other party must have taken a fancy to their looks.

But why did it disappear in the cinema?You know, the movie theater is overcrowded, how did they do it?The whole movie theater is well sealed, only the main entrance allows them to go out, and the main entrance can only go out after watching the movie.They couldn't have taken them away openly when the crowd had all left.But the doorway is densely packed with people, and the old man in the security room is watching 24 hours a day. This is absolutely impossible.

They still have no clue about this matter, and people have been missing. Conan Doyle and others realized the seriousness of the matter, and ordered the members of the team to investigate day and night.In the end, the scalpel thought of a way. They installed 75 cameras in the cinema to monitor every move of the entire cinema.

Of course, these cameras are all high-end pinhole cameras specially used by the National Security Bureau, and they are installed in such a hidden way that even the people in the movie theater don't know about them.

Things finally turned around at this time.

Conan Doyle buried her head deeply, with a burst of self-blame on her face, as if recalling that incident back then made her very painful and guilty.

"What's the matter? Let's continue." Yin Hui, who was deeply fascinated by this incident, hurriedly asked: "What happened afterwards? What did you see on the surveillance video?"

We watched the surveillance video one by one, until I found a surveillance video of the camera in the middle, and saw how the person disappeared.

"How did you disappear? Why don't you tell me quickly?" Seeing that Conan Doyle paused deliberately, Yin Hui hurriedly urged.

"I found that the person sitting in seat 110 disappeared all of a sudden." Conan Doyle raised his head, his eyes flashed with horror, he just stared at him, and finally spoke.

"Disappeared all at once?" Yin Hui froze for a moment, and his body trembled because of fear. The ice fog in the mortuary fled around, as if he was also frightened by Conan Doyle's cold voice.It looks very strange.

"And I continued to observe that seat, and found that the rest of the missing persons also disappeared from the same seat, that is, No. 110. Seat No. 110 is located in the lower right corner of the entire theater, and the seats next to it are all damaged. Yes, so no one will be sitting at all, and even if the person in seat 110 disappears, no one will notice."

Later, in order to find out the truth, I deliberately planned to buy a ticket for the seat next to him, but the male conductor said several times that the ticket for that seat was sold out.I knew that the conductor was suspicious, so I watched him, only to find that he had been sitting near 110 the whole time.

Now that I had a clue, I shifted the focus of my work to the conductor, and kept monitoring him all the time.I found that every time he sat in a nearby seat, the person who was originally sitting in seat 110 would disappear mysteriously, and the conductor had a panoramic view of all this, as if there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

With enough evidence from the video, he directly arrested that person. Under her torture, the person finally forced a confession and confessed everything.

"What is the truth?" Yin Hui was a little dizzy from the confusing story, and looked at him blankly, eager to know what happened.

"It turns out that this underground theater is not the ground, but another smaller theater." Conan Doyle said coldly, looking up at Yin Hui, as if he wanted to see the wonderful expression on Yin Hui's face.

"There is also a smaller theater? What do you mean?" The wonderful expression on Yin Hui's face really did not disappoint her. Now he is a little panting because of excitement, and every breath he exhales will form a puff in the air. A layer of white smoke.The white smoke quickly froze in mid-air, then seemed to turn into ice, and fell to the ground, making strange noises.

"He designed a mechanism for that seat. As long as you move a button, the person sitting at position 110 will fall into the small theater below. When Conan Doyle finally found the switch and fell below according to the conductor, He was frightened. Half of the more than 100 seats were filled with corpses. These corpses were decomposed to different degrees, and judging from the clothes they were wearing, they were not from the end of the year. There was only one A small dim light bulb, even if the light bulb is on, you can't see the whole space, you can barely make out a distance of more than ten meters in front of you, and if it is farther away, you can only see a vague shadow.

Just when she was so shocked by this scene that she could not utter a word, she suddenly heard a voice calling for help. She followed the voice and found the source of the voice. young woman.These people seem to have stayed in there for some years, their clothes are torn, their bodies are also dirty, their hair is so long that it almost covers their faces, if it weren't for their shouts, she would even have taken these people as a ghost.

After carefully observing these people who called for help, they found that they had big stomachs, and they could guess that these people must be pregnant.

Let go of these pregnant women and prepare to rescue them, but those pregnant women still refuse to leave. They just sit in their seats blankly, looking at the more than 50 corpses behind them, silent.I can't move them away by myself, so I can only go back temporarily and get people from the National Security Bureau to prepare to move these people out, but I shouldn't, I shouldn't have left that place.

Speaking of this, Conan Doyle's head was in pain, and his expression was very painful. Yin Hui thought about what he had just thought, and then looked at the large freezers that stored the corpses of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys. Connecting the two things together, he seemed a little Understood.

He walked up, hugged Conan Doyle, touched her docile black hair, comforted her and said, "Conan Doyle, you are not to blame for this, don't blame yourself."

But she let go and cried bitterly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't left, those pregnant women wouldn't have been in trouble." Conan Doyle's crying echoed in the morgue, creating a somewhat terrifying atmosphere throughout his life .

"What happened later?" Even though Yin Hui's guess was close to ten, he didn't want to believe that his guess was true, so he asked again confirmingly.

"One of the trapped pregnant women used to be an obstetrician. Under the strong request of the other pregnant women, she had to perform a caesarean section on them. When I arrived, there was only one of the ten pregnant women on the scene. Survived, and the rest all died of pain because of this irregular operation and without any medicine. Finally, the obstetrician and gynecologist committed suicide after a caesarean section in the hospital. Out of ten children, only four survived , and later these four children were sent to the local orphanage."

She was in a much better mood, as if she had woken up from the nightmare just now, and then kowtowed to the freezer in the west, muttering to herself, as if she was chanting some blessing spells.

"You mean, the four children here are all the four children left over from that year?" Yin Hui, who was dumbstruck, forced out a sentence.

"En." She replied simply, and she continued to prostrate.

"It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this." He squatted down decadently, thinking carefully about the meaningful story just now, and now he couldn't feel the cold anymore, and a layer of sweat flowed out of his body because of the shock.

"Could it be that this recidivist was targeting the case at that time, so he wanted to kill the four teenagers?" He pondered carefully, and then consulted Conan Doyle for his opinion.

Conan Doyle shook his head: "But this American kid is not in this range."

"I understand." Yin Hui hurriedly stood up: "Let's take a look at the child's birthday first. Since the four victims were all born in the same year and the same month, is it related to their birthdays?" He stood up Come, and then pulled up Conan Doyle: "Listen to me, this matter has nothing to do with you, anyone would have done this at the time, let alone you, a girl. You have to cheer up and arrest that criminal Only by returning to justice can I be worthy of those young men, Conan Doyle, did you hear me?"

Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui with some confusion in his eyes that were tearing, and then shook his head in pain: "I can't forgive myself. It's all because I'm too cowardly. I was too scared in my heart, so I left ..."

"Conan Doyle, listen to me." Yin Hui shook her immature shoulders and interrupted him: "This matter has nothing to do with you, anyone will leave, even the most courageous person. Only by cheering up and tracking down the murderer can these souls be dealt with."

Seeing that she still couldn't get rid of the pain, he simply hugged her into his arms: "With me here, don't be afraid."