After the Strange Talk Prevails

"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, straight to the point.

　　 "Of course, please come in!" Song Zongming sighed and let Zhou Ming into the house sideways.

　　 The cooperating attitude of the other party made Zhou Ming very satisfied, so that he would not have to use threats.

　　 Zhou Ming went into the house and looked around, and found that the layout of Song Zongming's house was obviously different from that of other residents. Although his house also had iron plates, his living room was obviously more warm than other houses.

　　 There are few space divisions in the houses of other residents. You can see the kitchen when you sit in the living room, but Song Zongming’s house is different.

Zhou Ming walked into the house and stroked the white-washed oak table with his fingers. There were few scratches on the table. In the center was a delicate vase that was out of touch 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 are used as partitions, and there are several beautiful oil paintings hanging on the walls.

　　 is quite life-like, and can't see the pressure of wilderness life, as his boss said, he is very unusual.

　　 "Excuse me, do you live alone?" Zhou Ming greeted him and looked around.

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

　　 "Mr. Song is very interesting, this room is really beautifully dressed."

"Because her scope of activities is only this room, so I want to dress up as much as possible in the room, so that she will be in a better mood. Wait a minute, I'm cooking lunch, if you don't mind, stay together. Eat." Song Zongming invited Zhou Ming, although his voice was soft, but it sounded very comfortable, as if he could feel his sincerity.

　　 He walked to the kitchen and picked up a set of exquisite kitchen knives to start cooking pork. He was an excellent cook before he resigned. In his eyes, this homemade dish is just a trick.

Zhou Ming followed up in the kitchen and looked around. The kitchen was cleaner and tidy than he thought. Except for the oily fume stains on the walls, it was inevitable to wash off. The other kitchen utensils were neatly placed, as if they belonged to them. Own position.

　　 "You recently resigned from the hotel, why?" Zhou Mingman 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 restaurant. I really can't stand that kind of environment. Looking at a good person, but one person does two jobs, but in the eyes of the boss and himself Two people are working, can you imagine that feeling?"

The bright red pork was sliced ​​into strips of uniform thickness in Song Zongming's hands, neatly stacked on the cutting board, suddenly his knife stopped in the air, he frowned, turned his head and looked at Zhou Ming: Working there feels like working with a bunch of lunatics, and I think I’m going crazy too."

　　 After finishing talking, he shook his head and smiled bitterly again: "The town of Semir is over, and the manager is no longer there. I 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 skillfully cut the shredded pork, put a little oil in the pan, and started frying carefully.

　　 Zhou Ming stared at the white meat strips in the pot, nodded and said, "I have nothing else to do this time. I just want to inquire about your colleagues."

　　 "Excuse me." Song Zongming smiled.

　　 "Does any of your colleagues have a holiday with the Wanger 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: "Sorry, I don’t know Wang Er very well, but I just nodded. The other people in the store seem to be related to him. I remember Wang Er often visits the store with Zhang Jiugui. The two of them have a very good relationship. You can ask Zhang Drunkard."

　　 Zhou Ming nodded, he has nothing to ask. About Song Zongming's own information, he has fully understood from other shop assistants, and he trusts other people's evaluation of someone more than the person's own statement.

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

　　 "No thanks, that... can I have a few words with your wife?"

　　 Song Zongming gently put the green pepper fried pork on the table, took the towel on the back of the chair and wiped his hands. Finally, he looked at Zhou Ming with a hesitant expression for the first time.

　　 "Wait a minute, I will 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 downstairs again, and then Song Zongming poked his head out 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. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a slightly sour smell.

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

"fine."

　　 Zhou Ming looked at each other, as the town’s people described him, blond and fair-skinned, lying there weakly.

But perhaps because of the devastation of the disease, she does not look as beautiful as the restaurant owner said, her cheeks are very thin, her appearance must be much older than her real age, and she does not look particularly like a foreigner. Except for blond hair and white skin, there is no foreigner's appearance.

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

"You're misunderstood, it's just the local residents who think so, but when she is healthy, she does look like a mixed race." Song Zongming looked at his wife with a smile, and the other side smiled at her husband, and then she cast her gaze on Zhou Ming. Looking at him softly.

　　 "Mr. Hermit, what are you asking me?"

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

　　 "Do you see if I am missing?" A weak smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth.

　　 "You are so humorous, but you can really think so." Zhou Ming couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

　　 The investigation is over. The brain that has been spinning at a high speed can finally relax a bit, but unfortunately it seems to have no results.

The family environment of the last Song Zongming has also been investigated. Although the tall and thin boss has always said that Song Zongming is strange, after such a round of visits, Song Zongming is a very normal person, but he is too polite and humble. Others on the site pay more attention to spiritual pursuits, so it seems strange.

　　 But in Zhou Ming's eyes, Song Zongming was the most normal one. When he visited Baijinyuan and Wan Penghong's house before, he was directly refreshed with three views.

Bai Jinyuan himself is a thirty-year-old fat man, but there is a young and beautiful woman willing to live with him, and there is also an old woman with a normal hue, who should be the slave he picked up. The relationship between the three of them is very delicate. The spirit seems to be a little sick, and the family relationship is in a very extreme and weird balance.

　　 If these three people suddenly kill each other and die at home, Zhou Ming will not be surprised.

As for Wan Penghong’s house, it was a little normal, but Zhou Ming felt sick. When he came to the door, he happened to be beaten by Wan Penghong. Stop, Wan Penghong was originally full of ferocious and fierce faces, but after Zhou Ming entered the house, he immediately became a solemn expression.

　　 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 bad, it is not incomprehensible for everyone to have some small problems in their minds.

　　 Zhou Ming sighed and held up the materials recorded over many days. These handwritten manuscripts are as thick as a dictionary.

　　 For half a month, Zhou Ming was like a cockroach searching for food in a garbage dump. He tried his best to dig deeper for clues that his nerve tentacles could touch.

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

　　... Zhou Ming always encouraged himself like this, but reason told him that there was little hope.

Although there are many clues obtained from the investigation for half a month, they are messy and disorderly, and they have no connection with each other~www.readwn.com~ and it is impossible to dig deeper. People have to wonder whether these clues are deliberately released by the intelligent weird. Come out, a false bait used to confuse him.

　　 The misty and strange disappearance case seems to be looming as the investigation begins, but he knows that the mist is actually thicker.

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

　　 The shapeless, human-like weirdness showed Zhou Ming a large number of clues in its unique way. These clues spread in all directions like the tentacles of an octopus, until they were immersed in the endless darkness.

　　 But that was not the darkness that Zhou Ming could walk in. Not only could he not see through, he didn't even know how to get close to each other.

　　 "Boy, why are you frowning?"

　　 "Teacher, I am wearing a mask."

　　 Behind Zhou Ming, who did not know when the crow came, she lifted her black gloved hand to loosen the collar, and patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder.

　　 "The frustrating smell on your body is so bad that I can smell it from a long distance away... I said, are you ready to work?"

　　 Zhou Ming raised his head and glanced at the other person, and said lightly: "There is still the final analysis. If I determine that there is no possibility of success, then I will start by flattening the taverns and restaurants as you said before."

"Cut! If you can really do it, then I will be merciful and give you a C-level, and the original B-level is the price of you wasting a month." Crow said wickedly, as if he wanted to deliberately stimulate Zhou Ming's sensitivity Nerves.

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

　　 "Teacher, I am going back, my detective mission is not over yet."

　　 "Hehe, go back, humorous D-class detective." Crow sneered.