"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Song Zongming, I have something to ask you about the disappearance case." Zhou Ming looked at the neatly dressed man in front of him and got straight to the point.

"Of course, please come in!" Song Zongming sighed and turned sideways to let Zhou Ming enter the room.

Zhou Ming was very satisfied with the other party's cooperative attitude, so he didn't have to use coercion.

Zhou Ming entered the house and looked around, and found that the layout of Song Zongming's house was indeed significantly different from that of other residents. Although his house also had iron panels, his living room obviously had a touch more warmth than other houses.

Other residents rarely have space divisions in their houses. You can see the kitchen when you sit in the living room, but Song Zongming's house is different.

Zhou Ming walked into the room and ran his fingers over the whitewashed oak table. There were few scratches on the tabletop. In the center was a delicate vase that was incompatible with the wilderness style. There were a few plastic yellow flowers in the vase. It was used between the living room and the kitchen.

Wooden boards serve as partitions, and there are several beautiful oil paintings hanging on the walls.

He has quite a sense of life and does not feel the pressure of wilderness life. As his boss said, he is very extraordinary.

"Excuse me, do you live alone?" Zhou Ming greeted while looking around.

"And my wife, she is upstairs, but she is in poor health and has been bedridden for many years, so it is not convenient for her to show up to meet guests." Song Zongming replied with a smile, a little shy.

"Mr. Song is very interesting. This house is so beautifully decorated."

"Because this room is the only place where she can move, so I want to make the room as nice as possible so that she can feel better. Wait a moment, I'm making lunch. If you don't mind, stay with us.

Let's eat." Song Zongming invited Zhou Ming. Although his voice was soft, it sounded very comfortable, as if he could feel his sincerity.

He walked to the kitchen, picked up a set of exquisite kitchen knives and started cooking pork. He was an excellent cook before he resigned, and this home-cooked dish was just a small skill in his eyes.

Zhou Ming followed the kitchen and looked around. The kitchen was cleaner and tidier than he thought. Except for the oil smoke stains on the walls that could not be avoided, other kitchen utensils were neatly placed, as if they all belonged to

own position.

"You recently resigned from the hotel, why?" Zhou Ming asked casually.

Song Zongming sighed, pursed his lips, and thought for a long time before saying:

"You must understand me. There is a missing person working with us in the hotel. I really can't stand that kind of environment. It looks like a good person, but he has to do two jobs, but in the eyes of the boss and himself, he is

Two people working, can you imagine what it feels like?"

The bright red pork was sliced ​​into strips of even thickness in Song Zongming's hands and neatly placed on the chopping board. Suddenly his knife stopped in the air. He frowned and turned to look at Zhou Ming: "To put it bluntly, in

Working there felt like working with a bunch of crazy people, and I felt like I was going crazy too.”

After speaking, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Senma Town is over, and the manager is no longer here. We can't stay in this place anymore."

"Are you planning to move out soon?"

"Well, I don't want to live here anymore."

Song Zongming cut the pork shreds skillfully, put a little oil in the pot, and started frying carefully.

Zhou Ming stared at the gradually whitening strips of meat in the pot, nodded and said, "I have nothing else to do here. I just want to ask about some things about your colleagues."

"Excuse me." Song Zongming smiled.

"Does any of your colleagues have any issues with Wang Er's family in town?"

The knife stopped for the second time, and Song Zongming looked up at the ceiling, as if thinking.

He thought for a moment and finally shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know Wang Er very well. We are just acquaintances. Everyone else in the store seems to have a similar relationship with him. I remember that Wang Er often came to the store with Zhang Jiugui.

Let’s have dinner here, they have a pretty good relationship, you can ask Zhang Jiugui.”

Zhou Ming nodded. He had nothing more to ask. He had already fully understood the information about Song Zongming himself from other clerks. He trusted other people's evaluations of someone more than the client's own statement.

"The meal is ready, let's stay and eat together." He put the fried meat with green pepper on a plate and walked to the living room.

"No thank you, um...can I have a few words with your wife?"

Song Zongming gently placed the fried pork with green pepper on the table, picked up the towel on the back of the chair and wiped his hands. Finally, he looked at Zhou Ming, showing hesitation for the first time.

"Wait a minute, I'll go upstairs to see how my wife is doing today."

"good."

Zhou Ming sat down and waited patiently.

Five minutes after the other party went upstairs, he heard the footsteps coming downstairs again, and then Song Zongming stuck his head out at the top of the stairs and whispered: "Come up, Mr. Hermit, she is in good spirits today."

"Trouble."

He followed Song Zongming into a bedroom on the second floor, and smelled a slightly sour smell as soon as he entered.

"Mr. Hermit, I'm sorry, my medicine smells a bit unpleasant." The woman on the bed greeted weakly.

"fine."

Zhou Ming looked at the other person, who was just as described by the townspeople, with blond hair and white skin, lying there with a weak face.

But perhaps due to the ravages of the disease, she did not look as beautiful as the restaurant owner said. Her cheeks were very thin, and her appearance was definitely much older than her real age, and she did not look particularly like a foreigner.

Apart from blond hair and white skin, he has no foreign features.

"I thought your wife was a foreigner," Zhou Ming said casually.

"You misunderstood. It's just the local residents who think so. But when she was healthy, she did look a bit like a mixed race." Song Zongming looked at his wife with a smile on her face, and the other party also smiled at her husband. Then she turned her attention to Zhou Ming,

Looking at him softly.

"Mr. Hermit, what do you want to ask me?"

"Nothing to ask. I heard that you don't go out much, so I came to see you."

"See if I'm missing?" A weak smile appeared on the woman's lips.

"You are so funny, but you can really think so." Zhou Ming couldn't help but laugh, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The investigation is finally over, and the brain that has been spinning at high speed can finally relax a little, but unfortunately there seems to be no gain.

The family environment of the last one, Song Zongming, has also been fully investigated. Although the tall and thin boss kept saying that Song Zongming was strange, after such a round of visits, Song Zongming turned out to be a very normal person, but he was too polite and humble, and compared to the wilderness.

Others on the Internet pay more attention to spiritual pursuits, which is why it seems strange.

But in Zhou Ming's eyes, Song Zongming was the most normal one. When he visited Baijinyuan and Wan Penghong's homes before, his views were completely refreshed.

Bai Jinyuan himself is a thirty-year-old fat man, but there is a young and beautiful woman who is willing to live with him. There is also an old woman with average looks, who should be the slave he picked up. The relationship between the three of them is very subtle.

The mind seems to be a little sick, and the family relationship is in a very extreme and strange balance.

Zhou Ming wouldn't be surprised if one day these three people suddenly killed each other and died at home.

As for Wan Penghong's house, it was a little more normal, but it made Zhou Ming feel even more disgusting. When he came to the door, he happened to see Wan Penghong beating his wife. The woman was as skinny as a stick and covered in bruises. She squatted under the table with her head in her hands, shivering, and couldn't stop crying.

Stop, Wan Penghong originally had a ferocious look on his face, but after Zhou Ming entered the room, he immediately turned into a submissive one.

Just as his boss said, this guy is a complete coward. If Zhou Ming didn't think he was a normal person, he would definitely kill this man.

However, given that the living environment in the wilderness is too depressing and harsh, it is not incomprehensible that everyone has some minor problems.

Zhou Ming sighed and held up the information he had recorded over many days. These handwritten manuscripts were as thick as a dictionary.

For half a month, Zhou Ming was like a cockroach looking for food in a garbage dump. He tried his best to dig deep for any clues that his nerve tentacles could reach.

In the end, all the essence was condensed in this folder. If there is really a truth, it should be hidden in it. As long as he can understand the connection between the information, the truth of the strange disappearance case will surely come to light.

...Zhou Ming often encourages himself like this, but his reason tells him that there is little hope.

Although there were many clues obtained after half a month of investigation, they were disorganized and had no connection with each other, and it was impossible to dig deeper. People had to wonder whether these clues were deliberately released by the intelligent weirdo to confuse him.

false bait.

The mysterious and mysterious disappearance seemed to be looming as the investigation progressed, but he knew that the mystery was actually getting thicker.

In Zhou Ming's mind, the culprit of the disappearance gradually became demonized.

That shapeless, human-like weirdness showed Zhou Ming a lot of clues in its unique way. These clues spread out in all directions like the tentacles of an octopus until they were submerged into the endless darkness.

But that's not a darkness Zhou Ming can walk into. Not only can he not see through it, he doesn't even know how to approach the other party.

"Boy, why are you looking so sad?"

"Teacher, I'm wearing a mask."

The crow came behind Zhou Ming at some point. She raised her black-gloved hand, loosened her collar, and patted Zhou Ming's shoulder.

"The smell of depression on your body is so stinky that I can smell it from a long way away... I said, are you ready to work?"

Zhou Ming raised his head and glanced at the other party, and said calmly: "There is still the final analysis left. If I am sure that there is no possibility of success, then I will start by bulldozing the pubs and restaurants as you said before."

"Tch! If you can really do it, then I will be merciful and give you a C grade, and the original B grade is the price of wasting a month of your time." Crow said in a wicked way, as if he wanted to deliberately stimulate Zhou Ming's sensitivity.

of nerves.

But unfortunately, Zhou Ming was as calm as when he first arrived in Semir Town, and he raised the information in his hand.

"Teacher, I have to go back. My detective mission is not over yet."
Chapter completed!