Liang Jianfeng's dark face suddenly showed a look of fear. He looked around with some fear. When he didn't find anything hidden, he dared to tell the story about the museum. "Actually, it's not just me, we all
Everyone in the museum knows this terrible legend. It is said that every night, there will be a terrible ghost figure, who will get the sword without anyone noticing, and then wander around the entire museum. Until now, this legend seems to still exist.
It exists." The dark-skinned middle-aged man said slowly, "In fact, Jun Qiang's death has been doomed for a long time. He can't escape even if he wants to, hehe."
Hearing what Liang Jianfeng said, Ling Fan was shocked, and then asked: "You said that his death was already destined, and he could not escape. What is this sentence? I want to know this
what is going on?"
Liang Jianfeng looked at Ling Fan, his lips trembled a few times, then he stretched out two fingers toward Ling Fan and said a little cunningly: "Well, before answering your question, can you smoke a cigarette with me?
But I can’t think of anything.”
Although Ling Fan doesn't smoke very much, he always keeps a pack of cigarettes in his body. The key is that he doesn't smoke it himself, but separates other people's cigarettes, and his cigarettes are the Zhongnanhai ones that cost five or six yuan a pack.
Ling Fan took out one and handed it to Liang Jianfeng, saying with some embarrassment: "That's really embarrassing, I only have this type of cigarette on me."
However, Liang Jianfeng didn't care. He snatched the cigarette from Ling Fan's hand and started smoking like a greedy wolf.
In one mouthful, one-third of the Chinese cock had been taken away, but the force of this person's thrusts was really staggering.
Ling Fan didn't ask any questions, but stood in front of him and watched him smoking quietly.
It wasn't until Liang Jianfeng sucked the last cigarette into his stomach that he reluctantly threw the butt of the cigarette to the ground, and then rubbed it vigorously.
"Well, since you asked me, let me tell you. In fact, Jun Qiang once told me before that a strange thing happened to him. There is a terrible secret in the museum, so Jun Qiang
I am not surprised at all that Qiang Qiang was killed now." Although Liang Jianfeng said in his tone that he did not care about Zhang Junqiang's death, Ling Hao could see that his body was trembling slightly, which showed that he had been with Zhang Junqiang since childhood.
Having played together for a long time, he must have his own attitude towards Zhang Junqiang's death.
Ling Fan looked at Liang Jianfeng and asked, "Then have you asked him what the secret is?"
Liang Jianfeng smiled bitterly, looked at Ling Fan, and said: "Of course I have asked, and I have asked him more than once. I asked him what kind of secrets there are in the museum, and what does he know, but no matter what
No matter how I tried to induce him to ask questions, he still refused to tell me. He said that he would keep his promise and so on. Anyway, Jun Qiang would not tell you even if he died. For this reason, I had a very unhappy time with him."
Then, Liang Jianfeng paused slightly, sighed, and said: "But who knew that he would actually encounter such a thing, and die so miserably? If I had pressed harder at that time, I think I would have
I can extract the secret he knows from Jun Qiang’s mouth. What a bastard I am. Why didn’t I ask him more questions at that time?” Liang Jianfeng grabbed his head fiercely, his face looking extremely embarrassed.
Later, after Liang Jianfeng calmed down a little, Ling Fan asked him some other things about Zhang Junqiang. Then after not getting any useful clues, he and Tian Yu left the security room and came to the museum.
Spectacular doorway.
Ling Fan looked up at this magnificent museum in front of him. In addition to admiration, there was also a little regret in his eyes. He really didn't expect that such a bizarre murder would happen in such a sacred and majestic museum.
, this is really unbelievable.
At this moment, Chen Yuzhen walked over and saw Ling Fan quietly staring at the museum. She asked with some confusion: "Ling Fan, what are you looking at? What is it that attracts you so much?"
Ling Fan turned to look at Chen Yuzhen and said with a wry smile: "I'm thinking, a museum is a museum. It's really unbelievable that such a bizarre case would happen."
"By the way, go ask the three security guards, do you have any clues?" Chen Yuzhen looked at Ling Fan and asked.
Ling Fan nodded, sighed, and said: "There are clues, but they are still clear enough, that is, there is a secret hidden inside this sacred museum in front of you. Obviously Zhang Junqiang knows this secret, but he swore to never
If you don't tell this secret, there will still be no way to know it until he dies."
When Chen Yuzhen heard what Ling Fan said, she couldn't help but stretched out her delicate hand to support her chin and said to herself: "So there is such a thing. Secrets and oaths. These are all good keyword clues."
Ling Fan continued: "Yes, that's it. Although I can't be 100% sure that Zhang Junqiang died because of a certain secret in the museum, but I am sure that his death is definitely related to this secret. As long as we
After discovering the secrets of this museum, I think the secret of Zhang Junqiang’s mysterious death will be solved.”
"Okay, the current survey work is over. Let's go back to the headquarters to discuss it. Maybe you can provide us with some better suggestions." Chen Yuzhen waved a bulging information packet in her hand towards Ling Fan.
smiled.
Since they were of no use at the scene, Ling Fan and Tian Yu had no choice but to walk towards the police car with Chen Yuzhen.
However, just as Ling Fan turned around and was about to leave, his heart suddenly burst into laughter, and then a spark of excitement flashed in his body.
That's right! There are a pair of eyes, and there are a pair of eyes that are always staring at him!
Ling Fan did not stop, but with the corner of his eye, he turned in the direction of the museum. He could clearly feel a pair of eyes staring at him fiercely, eyes full of resentment.
"Who? Who is looking this way? Whose eyes are these?!" Ling Fan, Tian Yu and Chen Yuzhen walked towards the police car until they got into the police car. Ling Fan's
The feeling was still filled with this feeling. He really felt that there was a terrible feeling of being stared at, and the look in his eyes was still so scary.
When the police car started the engine and left the museum, the strange feeling in Ling Fan's consciousness gradually disappeared. He looked at the museum behind the car through the car window, and his heart suddenly felt like a five-flavor bottle had been overturned.
I don't know what words to use to describe his mood at this time.
Secret, what is Zhang Junqiang’s so-called secret about the museum? Since he had sworn never to tell this secret, why was he still killed, and also killed in such a strange and cruel way? Among them What else is hidden?!
"Damn it!" Ling Fan suddenly clenched his fists tightly. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Then his eyes became sharp and he said angrily: "I must find out about this museum. The secret in the darkness, I must give justice to Zhang Junqiang!"
Tian Yu's beautiful eyes looked at Ling Fan's excited expression, and her heart trembled. Visions appeared in front of her eyes again. She clearly remembered that when Ling Feng was handling the first case, he was also like Ling Fan now. Generally, both excited and angry...
Soon, Ling Fan and the others returned to the headquarters, and at this time Fang Yi and others happened to be waiting in the hall for their return.
Ling Fan received a warm hug from Lao Gu as soon as he entered the door, but luckily he hid in time so that the 'old glass' didn't take advantage of him.
"Brother Ling Fan, you're finally here. I thought Ling Fan was too busy taking exams and couldn't come." Xinyan was very happy to see Ling Fan return.
Ling Fan touched Xin Ruan's head, laughed, and said, "Even if I don't want to come, I will come for the sake of the little girl, haha."
When Fang Yi saw Ling Fan return to the headquarters, he was very excited inside. Although it couldn't be seen on the surface, his eyes had betrayed his inner feelings.
"You're finally here, if I hadn't called you, would you have wanted to come back even to death?!" Fang Yi started to criticize and educate Ling Fan as soon as he saw him.
Ling Fan came to his seat with a smile, looked at Fang Yi, and said aggrievedly: "Boss, it's not that I won't come, it's that I really don't have much time, and I've missed too many classes now. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid I really won't be able to pass the score line for my brother's medical school."
Fang Yi smiled extremely sinisterly and said: "In that case, you'd better solve this case as quickly as possible. In that case, wouldn't you be able to spare more time to review your homework, haha .”
"Uh..." Ling Fan was speechless at Fang Yi's words. There were so many strange cases in Qingshan City every day. If he intervened in every case, even if he was an iron man, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Okay, let's get to the point. Did you get any useful clues from the on-site investigation?" Fang Yi saw Ling Fan's face looking sad, so he couldn't help but smile to himself and changed the topic to the case.
Ling Fan briefly summarized the information and said: "The deceased's name is Zhang Junqiang, male, 42 years old, currently a security guard at the Qingshan City History Museum. The cause of death was that all the blood was drained from the body, but no trace of anything was found on the body. Wound. According to his colleagues, Zhang Junqiang knew a secret about Qingshan City Museum, an unknown secret. According to analysis, it is speculated that this person's mysterious death is probably related to this unknown secret."