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Chapter 52 052.Closed case

Five days later.

In a commercial office building somewhere in Jiangcheng.

Seeing the police accident investigation report on the computer screen, Song Hengtai of Hengtai Real Estate raised his eyebrows.

This is the accident investigation report on the huge fire in Jiangcheng that occurred a few days ago.

According to fire and police investigations, the root cause of the fire was that the circuit on the first floor caught fire due to lack of maintenance and overloading. At the same time, Song Zhongwei of Hengtai Real Estate, the owner of the building, had a dispute with Liu Wan, a resident on the fourth floor, and lost control. As a result, Liu Wan died. The noise attracted most of the residents in the building to watch, but they did not notice the spread of the fire, leading to this tragedy.

The key testimony in the case was provided by the resident Wang Ke in Room 402 who rescued him from the fire. This resident moved into the building on the morning of the fire, and the fire broke out in the evening. He was in a coma after inhaling harmful gases. He did not wake up until a few days later, and then assisted the police in the investigation, and then the cause and effect were clarified.

Under the notice, countless messages emerged.

[I guessed it right, things are not that simple! 】

[This case is so outrageous and unprecedented! 】

[So if the landlord didn’t have a dispute with the tenants and didn’t accidentally kill anyone, how many more people might have escaped from the building? 】

[I wrongly blamed Wang, it turns out he saved people! 】

[So why did so many people criticize Wang before? Do they have evidence? Is it possible that they are not trolls sent by the real estate company? 】

[Indeed, although the fire was an accident, the landlord must be responsible. The circuit should be inspected due to aging! 】

[I now strongly suspect that the previous landlord bought a navy and wanted to blame Wang. I suggest the police comrades investigate strictly. 】

[Looking through the news, Hengtai Real Estate has only become prosperous in recent years, and then fell into a financial crisis due to debt problems. Could it be that it wants to rely on the insurance compensation of this building to make money? 】

[I previously felt that the public opinion on the Internet was a bit strange, and it was inexplicably changing the rhythm. Now that I think about it, it is probably the trolls who are at work! 】

[Brothers, I checked several previous accounts that slandered Lao Wang, and found that these accounts are old rhythm masters. They must be paid by real estate developers! 】

[This announcement did not mention how Song and Liu quarreled. Is it really like in that novel, when Song asked Liu to help raise the kid and something happened? 】

[Don’t talk about these feudal superstitions, let’s take a look at what Hengtai Real Estate has to say! 】

[So that novel was really written by Wang in a dream for the author, and he actually restored the truth like this! 】

[That’s right, that’s right, manslaughter is also murder. Shouldn’t this be investigated carefully? 】

These comments spread on the computer screen, and Song Hengtai suddenly discovered that the lead-black text seemed to have its own vitality, crawling out of the monitor, along the table, and into his arm, sinking into his skin bit by bit, in his blood vessels. twitch.

His eyes widened, this unbelievable sight made his hair stand on end.

Although before this, he had seen the old man of the Liu family perform some spells that were beyond common sense, but when the creepy, frightened, and weird insects kept pouring out of the computer screen and were about to drown him, Song Hengtai That's when I really felt hopeless.

The owner of a real estate company fell from his chair to the ground. He rolled and crawled until he came to the window, but felt that the surroundings were getting dark.

Song Hengtai looked up at the sky.

He discovered that a black mist similar to those insects covered the sky. From an infinitely high place, something seemed to be brewing and about to break out of the ground.

Countless babbles occupied Song Hengtai's consciousness, and he had no corresponding knowledge. If Zhou Mingke or Du Ruo were here, they would probably sigh.

"This is [the rabble]."

Those who use public opinion to fuel the flames will surely be counterattacked by public opinion.

Song Hengtai felt suffocated. He felt that he was about to lose his mind and could only pray to the non-existent gods.

The next moment, he felt a chill running down his spine, as if he was being stared at by something.

call--

There was a real breath of air blowing from the back of his neck, and Song Hengtai couldn't help but turn his head.

The murmur echoing in his ears could finally be heard clearly, forming a low and indifferent sentence.

"You saw me."

Whoosh——

With almost no breath, he was lifted up by some invisible rope.

Song Hengtai grabbed the invisible rope around his neck with both hands and kicked hard with his legs, but he could only hit the air.

Time and space became ambiguous at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the office became empty.

Under a brand-new streetlight at the entrance of Hengtai Real Estate, Song Hengtai was hung on it, with his legs stiff and motionless, staring straight at the passers-by.

None of the passers-by noticed this scene and just continued to be busy with their lives.

Case closed.

Cui Yi'an had just finished the meeting and he was praised by the leader. Even the master who had been promoted before made a special call to praise him.

But is everything really over?

He repeatedly checked the case records and always felt that there were many strange doubts.

For example, why did Song Zhongwei and Liu Wan have a dispute, why did the residents go to watch because of this, and did not even notice that there was a fire? Wang Ke rescued a person, why did he not escape, etc., and so on, such questions linger in the audience. Cui Yi'an's heart.

But the more he looked at it, he felt that there was nothing wrong with these places.

Real cases cannot be like those in mystery novels. Everything has a completely logical answer. Sometimes the situation is complicated, and it is normal to feel coincidence.

Cui Yian walked out of the conference room and walked towards the office with his colleagues.

A leader walked towards him, and there was a woman beside him. She had a waist-length three-strand braid, her hair was as thick as ink, and she had a bit of fox-like charm between her eyebrows, which made people involuntarily bet on her. sight.

Cui Yi'an felt that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

He sorted out the files and drove to Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital with his colleagues.

The only survivor of this case received treatment here and was transferred from the intensive care unit back to the nursing ward two days ago.

Cui Yi'an came here to visit the injured and ask some questions. It was not written in the case file, but to try to answer his own doubts.

When he walked into the ward, he saw a young boy in his early twenties sitting on the bed, holding a book in his hand, the title of which was "The Crowd".

"How's it going? Do you feel okay?"

Cui Yi'an asked. He was already familiar with the other party and knew that he was a newly graduated college student.

"Um."

The boy nodded. He didn't know if it was caused by the accident. He was quieter than his peers. He didn't rush to check his phone after waking up. He had been reading various books in the past few days.

"The report on today's case has been issued. You should be able to contact your family normally. Don't worry, we have protected your information. The reporter will not know who you are."

Cui Yi'an patted the other party's shoulder.

"I see."

The boy nodded.

The two chatted for a while, and then Cui Yi'an picked up a phone call, stood up and left.

After he left, the boy picked up the book he had read earlier. He placed his fingers on the pages, but his eyes were focused on the void.

"Wan'er, I will avenge you."

He muttered to himself, to the non-existent person.

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