Chapter 401 Secretly Taking Photos

Each piece of news is shocking to me, but the replies below and the total number of views are not high. Compared with celebrity gossip, these things are indeed difficult to attract public attention.

In this era where big news is made at every turn, the things Zhang Heng reported about ghosts and gods did not attract too many people's attention. Even if someone occasionally saw it, they would not take it to heart and would at most treat it as ghosts. Look at the story.

"This reporter doesn't report on the hottest and most profitable material. He walks around the streets in Shuangfo District every day, digging up some cults and Buddhas. Even if these things really exist, the relevant departments will not let him tell the truth. That's why I said he is a strange person." Li Jingyu stood up and poured a glass of water. She blew away the impurities on the water and took a sip like an elegant Persian cat.

"He is indeed a unique person. I am becoming more and more interested in your commission." I silently memorized the clues provided by Li Jingyu. "Most of his reports raise an attention-grabbing topic. The content is vague and has no substance. Do you think he is just sensationalizing? Or does he really have a shocking top secret and dare not disclose it at will?"

"I don't know about this. There are specialties in the art. You are a great detective, so you should do the analysis." Li Jingyu said with a smile. After receiving my affirmative reply, she completely relaxed and looked at me with a softer look.

When she had nothing and couldn't get any reward, I was willing to help her investigate. This was a kindness.

"Make a decision before taking action. I need to collect information about this person first." Putting the phone aside, I took a pen and paper and listed all the news related to Shuangfo District that Zhang Heng had reported. There were fifteen articles in total. , involving three administrative districts of Xinhu City, 11 of which occurred in Shuangfo District.

A photo of him was attached to the back of one of the news articles. His eyes were like sheep's eyes with white around them; his head was pointed and his forehead was narrow; his eyebrows were heavy and focused; his mouth was large and his lips were thin, his nose was pointed, his chin was thin, and his ears were turned backwards.

Even though I'm not very good at physiognomy, my first impression after seeing this person was that he had a ferocious look on his face. It didn't mean that he had a cruel or vicious personality, but that he was destined to be in a difficult and dangerous fate.

"This guy looks like he's aging prematurely. I have to set off to find him as soon as possible. If I'm too late, something might happen." I put down the pen and put the paper full of information into my pocket: "I will find the evidence as soon as possible. I have wronged you for a while.”

"Looking forward to your good news."

It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning when I came out of Li Jingyu's rented place. I didn't stop and took a taxi to Zhang Heng's residence.

Zhang Heng is also a foreigner. The place he rents is in Haixing District, but it is far away from the factory and is considered a good location in Xinhu.

The community is not big, with three rows of family buildings. The houses are quite old.

I didn't go directly upstairs to search, but first found the landlord, an old lady in her sixties.

I pretended to be renting a house and followed the old man upstairs to take a look. When I passed by Zhang Heng's house, I paid special attention.

I chatted with the landlord word by word, slowly extracting the information I wanted.

Zhang Heng does live here, but most of the time he doesn't come back. According to the landlord, Zhang Heng is a taciturn weirdo who is very unsociable.

One year during the Dragon Boat Festival, the old man made rice dumplings and delivered them to the tenants door to door, but he was so mysterious that he didn't even let the old man enter the house.

And just two nights ago, late at night, the landlord heard Zhang Heng yelling in his room, as if he was crazy.

She was about to come to reprimand, but she saw Zhang Heng hurriedly ran out of the community with something in his hand, and he has not come back until now.

The old man is very kind. Although Zhang Heng has a weird personality, I can still hear a hint of worry from the old lady.

After getting the information I wanted, I pulled away, lit a cigarette and wandered around Zhang Heng's residence.

"I left late at night two days ago and haven't returned yet. This time is worth pondering." I took out a paper full of news reports: "Zhang Heng's last news - Lu Xing, the murderer of the Jiangcheng serial murder case, appeared twice The time in the Buddha District was two days ago, and that night was the time when the death game started. What is the connection between these? Could it be that Zhang Heng really found Lu Xing? Lu Xing is hiding in the Shuang Buddha District at this time? "

I fell from the dam and was stabbed in the abdomen again. Lu Xing must not have fully recovered yet, but I have completed the tenth live broadcast, and three more ghosts are helping me. My strength has increased sharply. The best time to kill him.

"Before I go to Shuangfo District, I need to find this reporter first and ask for the details. This will be safe."

I waited until noon and still didn't see Zhang Heng. I wandered outside the community for a while and decided not to waste any more time.

It is now past one o'clock, the sun is high in the sky, and there are few pedestrians. I sneaked into the community.

I had almost figured out the details of the residents. I didn't encounter any surprises along the way, and I arrived at Zhang Heng's door easily.

"People can lie, but things can't." I took out the master key in my pocket. This thing originally belonged to Detective No. 3, but was secretly taken away by me after the death game.

The single-layer security door only took a few seconds to open. I moved quickly and entered the house directly without any hesitation.

"Everything happens for a reason, I hope you don't blame me." Putting a piece of paper at the door, I closed the door and covered my mouth and nose with my hands.

The house hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and there was a faint smell floating around.

"One bedroom, one living room, and a separate bathroom. His little life is pretty good." The TV in the living room was not unplugged, the monitor was flashing red, and half-eaten stinky fast food and a bottle of alcohol were thrown on the coffee table. Not a few sips of soda.

"These signs indicate that he left in a hurry. What happened?" I didn't touch anything in the house. I just stood at the door and scanned it with my eyes. The living room was in a mess. Shoes were randomly placed at the door, and clothes and pants were thrown away. On the sofa, he didn’t tidy up: “It’s a very standard single person living in a dead house.”

I entered the house and opened the bedroom door.

There is almost no room for feet inside. Except for a large bed, the remaining space is occupied by various tools and materials.

"Where Do People Go After Death," "The Weight of the Soul," "Does Buddha Exist?"..." Most of the books in the house were of this type. To prevent leaving fingerprints, I put on dustproof gloves to read through them. I have carefully read through all the books, and you can see Zhang Heng's notes almost every few pages. This man's thirst for knowledge is terrifying.

After reading the book, I put it back in its place. I squatted down and moved carefully.

I am no stranger to these tools on the ground, tripods, video cameras, and telescopic cameras.

It's a very normal photography equipment, but all of it has been artificially modified. The camera casing has been replaced to make it more convenient and lightweight.

The non-retractable camera was wrapped in a homemade camera case that looked like a man's wallet in the hand.

There is a toolbox in the corner, which contains various types of lenses, data cables, maintenance tools, etc.

"This guy is very professional." In the eyes of knowledgeable people, a chip, a lens, a data cable and a shell can be assembled into the simplest candid camera device.

Thinking of this, I looked around and found a faint red light shining under the air conditioner.

“It’s crazy to even have a camera installed in your own home.” I moved a chair to remove the camera, and found several modified photo-taking devices in the house, including pens, belts, watches, etc., I don’t know. I probably thought this guy was a spy lurking in Xinhu.

"The surveillance video is uploaded to the cloud disk simultaneously. If I want to leave without anyone noticing, I have to delete these videos." I turned on the only computer in the house. As soon as I turned it on, I was shocked. The computer desktop background It was a bloody male corpse. Next to the corpse stood a man wearing a peaked cap. He was holding a sharp knife and stabbed it into the back of the deceased's neck and slid it down, as if he was preparing to peel off the deceased's skin.

The entire scene was secretly photographed, and the man wearing a peaked cap had no idea that his crime process had been filmed.

"Is this the skinning case that Zhang Heng said?" I looked at the man wearing a peaked cap in the background of the desktop, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed: "Isn't this Lu Xing?"