Chapter 115. [Case 16] Thank you for the small qq8 crown in the bedside table)
After a short question and answer, the three of us began to focus our attention on the direction pointed by the ghost. It was a bedside table with a few books on it, a small lamp, and some pills.
Something. So I patted Hu Zongren on the shoulder, crossed the bed and walked to the bedside table.
The bedside table is located in the gap between the bed and the bathroom. I walked over and turned on the bedside table lamp, picked up the mailed book, and flipped through it. I basically couldn't see the content. It was all about management.
If it's a success, there is also a book full of English. Judging from the pictures, it doesn't look very good. I immediately began to wonder why the guy who invented English could turn over 26 letters over and over and still complete them.
A book is out.
There is a bookmark in the book, but the bookmark is just replaced by the waistband of the book. Apart from the introduction of the book, nothing else is written. Some of the contents that have been read on the pages of the book are marked in red by Mr. Du.
It had been marked with a pen. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the book. I looked at the pills again. They were actually some common medicines that help with sleep or vitamins, nothing unusual. I put that pill again
I raised the desk lamp a little to see if there was anything underneath it, but found nothing. I even moved the bedside table outward a little, thinking that maybe the thing pointed by the ghost had fallen behind my back.
Something like that, but behind that, I saw nothing except a medicine instruction sheet that accidentally fell inside.
I started to feel a little puzzled, and turned to look at the ghost. It still buried its head between its knees, and its hand was still pointing in my direction. So I started to guess whether there was something in the bedside table that could identify it.
stuff? But this is his home after all, and now his employer has escaped... to buy water. We can't go through his bedside table at this time, because according to the habits of most people, including me, there are
These are some private things, why else would you need a cabinet?
This is not a question of dare or not, I think it is a question of professional ethics. So I returned to Hu Zongren and basically told him that the ghost probably wanted us to open the bedside table, but before that, what should we say?
You should inform Mr. Du first. Hu Zongren nodded, even a fool like him would not do such a thing. So Hu Zongren told Zhao Jing to let him give it to Mr. Du
He called and said that we might have to look through his bedside table to see if he would agree with us to start looking directly, or wait until he comes back to look for us in person. Hu Zongren’s words were a bit funny, and Mr. Du certainly didn’t
Will be back.
Zhao Jing put the phone on speakerphone. She asked Mr. Du very unhappily, where did you go to buy water? It took you so long. Is it Hong Kong? Mr. Du skipped the question and asked, "Is there something wrong?" So Zhao Jing asked
Jing relayed Hu Zongren's words to him. Of course, we omitted the previous steps of detecting spirits and summoning spirits. It didn't matter whether he knew about it anyway. Mr. Du hesitated for a while, but finally agreed. He said that there was some of himself in it.
It’s okay if you mess up your things, but be sure not to lose them. After finishing, I added, will you keep your work confidential? I rushed to answer and said that I will, and it will not be published or written into a novel.
After hanging up the phone, I walked to the bedside table again, pulled out the upper and lower cabinets and spread them on the bed. I guessed that Mr. Du must be a very tidy person on weekdays, because even the bedside table was only his own.
He still neatly tidied up the place where he only had the chance to see it. There were facial masks, perfume, and some condoms inside. As a man, he is single, so I completely understand this. In addition, there are
There were mobile phone chargers, tablet computers, and some miscellaneous letters and other things. When I pulled out the cabinet, the ghost's fingers that had been pointing stiffly dropped down, so I judged that I was looking for
We have found the right place. There must be something in these three cabinets that can explain the identity of this ghost.
I first excluded some things, such as condoms and facial masks. These were irrelevant even if I could just use my toes to figure it out. However, I noticed that the box of the condom had been opened, which meant that it had been used before. I was concerned about my prying eyes.
I felt complacent about other people's privacy. The remaining two cabinets mostly contained some underwear. Considering that Mr. Du was a man, I felt a little disgusted when searching for his underwear, so I handed the cabinet to him.
Hu Zongren, if two people can find it faster, just look for this cabinet. Hu Zongren started to search honestly, but he soon found a pair of women's underwear among the pile of underwear.
Among the twenty-four cases agreed with Xuanyuan Society, in the first case we also found a pair of dirty underwear in the guitar's resonance box, and Hu Zongren's expression at this moment was actually the same as the first time. He held it with both hands.
The elastic of the underwear was tight, and he showed me that perverted smile. I ignored him and continued to rummage through the third box. That box was relatively empty. In addition to a few bottles of high-end perfume, there was also a bottle of exquisite perfume.
There are things like brand-name watches and rings packed in boxes. These things are often gifts, so I think they may be related to this ghost, because up to this point I have basically determined that the reason why this ghost stays is definitely related to
Regarding this matter related to Mr. Du, we just haven't been able to find an exact connection point. So I put those things aside for further investigation later. In addition, there are several pairs of eye masks in this cabinet.
There is a photo of Du Xian wearing academic uniform and taking a photo with several foreigners holding out their thumbs. It is over-plasticized and has a long silicone thing. I don’t know what it is.
I think that photo must be very important to Mr. Du, because he put the photo at the bottom and put it in a paper bag. If I guessed correctly, this should be when he was studying in university abroad.
The photo of Mr. Du with his teacher when he graduated, because Mr. Du in the photo looks much younger than he does now, and the thick glasses lenses should be directly proportional to his knowledge. Based on the precedent of photos being haunted in the past, I
I also checked the photo carefully and found that the people in the photo were all men, and there were no women in the background, so I quickly ruled out the possibility that it was a photo.
So far, I have divided Mr. Du's bed into two piles of things. One pile is completely impossible things such as mobile phone chargers, and the other pile is perfume, watches, rings, a bunch of letters, and a message.
Women's underwear thrown by Hu Zongren.
I signaled to Hu Zongren that you can continue to ask questions to this ghost, so Hu Zongren asked, is your identity in this pile of things? The ghost nodded, but still did not raise its head, but only let us see its nodding action.
Hu Zongren asked again which pile it was in. The ghost's finger mechanically pointed again, this time pointing accurately to the pile that I singled out as possible.
So Hu Zongren came to me and said to the ghost, I will pick it up in the same way now. After getting what you said, put your hand down. The ghost didn't move, so we don't know if it listened.
Understanding what we meant, he could only try his luck. Then Hu Zongren began to pick up the pile of things one by one, starting with the perfume, because if a woman gives a man something, generally speaking, perfume, ties, and lighters are more common.
But the ghost's hand was still pointing at the watches, and there was still no response. Until Hu Zongren picked up the pile of letters, although the ghost's hand was still pointing straight, it began to tremble slightly, and stretched out
My fingers also became somewhat shapeless and twisted due to excessive exertion.
So I nodded to Hu Zongren, thinking that it was also possible in this pile of letters. There were about twenty or thirty letters in the pile, and most of them were letters from abroad, credit card bills or insurance policies.
Several of the letters were packaged in the most ordinary kraft paper envelopes, but there were no stamps on them or even the addressee written on them.
When these letters were selected, the ghost's hand finally dropped down, so we locked in the scope. The contents of the letters in these envelopes were the answers we were looking for. But new questions appeared again, these
The envelopes are all sealed, and for letters, no matter how uneducated I am, I know that it is illegal and criminal to peek into other people's letters. So when I was about to tell Zhao Jing, why don't you call and ask?
When Mr. Du was talking about it, Hu Zongren suddenly said, in what age is this, and there are still people writing letters?
Hu Zongren’s words suddenly reminded me that as a businessman like Mr. Du, there are many communication methods he can choose, such as making phone calls, sending emails, and even using any weird chat software.
, you can easily find each other. Since the Internet began to become developed, the distance between people has gradually shortened. In today's technological environment, I realized that I had ignored the most basic issue, which is
Why would a person with Mr. Du's status and financial strength choose to send a letter, and a sealed, unsigned letter?
Hu Zongren said that the person in the closet seemed to have died not long ago, and was dressed like a person of our current era. It also confirmed that these letters were related to it, and could even explain that
identity, then if these letters are not written to Mr. Du, then they must be written to it by Mr. Du.
I used my fingers to pinch the thickness of these letters. Most of them only had about two or three pages of letter paper, but one of them was thicker and a little hard, as if it was a photo. So I asked Hu Zongren, why don’t we call? Just tear it open.
see?
Hu Zongren said, slap it, tear it up! Worry about the ball!