Chapter 742 Braids

The tenant's home on the top floor is very simply decorated without any extra decorations. The owner of the house should be an extremely pragmatic person.

From the layout of the house, I roughly guessed some of the personality traits of the owner.

I reached out and took out the ink pens in the drawer. They were available in three colors: red, black, and blue. I compared the ink marks in the pen refills. They were uneven. It was obvious that all three pens had been used.

"Writing in three colors at the same time? There is no paper in the house. What is this person doing?" All the unreasonable places may be the breakthrough point of the case. I put the three pens back to their original places and looked around. Look around.

There is almost no furniture in the rental house, which can be seen at a glance. It is difficult to hide anything in this place.

"Wooden chair, desk, single bed..." When I looked at the bed, I noticed a detail. The sheets were much larger than the bed, hanging down, almost touching the floor.

"Under the bed?" I squatted down and lifted the sheets. There was no debris under the bed.

"This person really likes to be clean." He rubbed his fingers on the ground. There was no dust under the bed. "It's spotless. Does the owner of the house have a mysophobia?"

Normal people rarely clean under the bed in a rental house so cleanly. I was about to get up when I suddenly felt something was wrong.

"I also saw dust under the dining table in the living room. The owner of the house did not clean under the table. Instead, he cleaned under the bed. What kind of mentality is this? Does he spend more time under the bed than beside the dining table? How much?" Thinking of this, I realized that I might have guessed in the wrong direction. The other party probably didn't clean under the bed deliberately. This was a flaw he left unintentionally.

With my Adam's apple rolling, I put the phone aside, grabbed the bed board with both hands, and slowly opened it.

"this……"

On the back of a wooden bed board that is two meters long and more than one meter wide, there are dozens of photos, large and small!

What shocked me even more was that all the photos were filled with annotations written with water pens, and there were various lines connecting the photos to each other, which seemed to indicate the relationship between the characters in each photo.

"The old lady said that the owner of the house only lived in the Red Mansion for three months. To complete such a detailed and detailed character map in such a short period of time, even I, who received professional training in the police academy, could not do it." After the initial shock, I calmed down and took a closer look.

All the photos posted on the back of the bed board were taken secretly, and almost no faces were shown. After reading the labels next to them, I realized that these people were all tenants of the Red House, or to be more precise, people who had lived in the Red House.

Because there are living people and corpses in the photos.

The bed board is divided into four parts, corresponding to the four units of the Red Building. It is worth noting that except for the photo of one unit, all the photos of the remaining three units have been checked out with red ink.

The bright red crosses look a bit dazzling. I don’t know what the meaning of these red crosses is. It may represent death, or it may represent exclusion.

All the relationships between the characters are connected with black ink, criss-crossing them, but they don’t look messy at all. It’s worth noting that in several photos in one unit, Zhu Li, the doctor, and a tall, thin middle-aged man are circled with blue ink. Out, there is a question mark drawn below.

"He... seems to be tracking down the murderer? The final target was among these three people!" I raised the bed board, sat on the ground, and scanned every photo with my critical eyes.

Excluding the corpses in various forms of death, there are a total of twenty-one living people in the photo, nine of which are in one unit.

I have met six of them, and there are three more. One is crossed out with a red pen, and the remaining two should be couples, both of whom were cropped from the same photo.

"The person marked with a red pen may be the one Zhu Li said jumped off the building a few days ago. As for the couple, it is most likely the security guard and his wife."

The photo of the security guard was also circled with a blue pen by the owner of the house. He was expressionless, tall and thin, wearing a light gray coat, with sunken eyes. He looked like a skeleton that had been drained of its essence and blood.

Compared with the ugly-looking security guard, his wife is extremely beautiful. Although not as good as Jiang Fei and Ye Bing, she is already very rare among ordinary people.

The photos of the two are cropped. If they are put together, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is not harmonious.

The angle of the photo is very special. It must have been taken secretly from a high place.

The wife's clothes were torn, and the security guard's talon-like hands clamped around her neck, while the other hand was stuck to her waist.

I can see my wife's reluctance and fear, but I can't resist.

"The photo of the security guard's wife is not marked with a red cross, but according to Zhu Li, the security guard's wife has not left the house for several days. Judging from this situation, she is probably in serious danger."

Judging from my first impression of the photo, the security guard should be a grumpy person whose heart may have been completely distorted due to low self-esteem, jealousy, etc. It is no wonder that he was circled by the owner of the house with a blue pen. Such a person is They are also dangerous elements in society.

Their living habits were marked with black ink next to the photos. I gained a lot after reading them and learned some very important information. For example, Zhu Li would leave the red building every once in a while, and the doctor and the man who jumped from the building a few days ago interacted with each other. We know each other and have a good relationship; and Zhu Li is very protective of Bai Ya'er. One time the security guard wanted to touch Bai Ya'er, but Zhu Li forced him back with a knife.

These records of his cannot be said to be entirely accurate, but at least they gave me a direction for thinking.

"The doctor had a very good relationship with the man who jumped off a building a few days ago, but that man jumped to his death within a few days of moving in. The doctor had a weird personality. When I first met him, he pretended to be enthusiastic and gave me a severed dog. Hand, let me use it for refuge. This person has no good intentions at all. I seriously doubt that whoever he treats better will die faster."

Zhu Li's protection of Bai Ya'er also made me suspicious. If he really protected Bai Ya'er, he would not let her seduce a stranger home late at night, then hide on the side of the wall to watch, and finally quietly carry a knife. Touch it.

What he was protecting was not Bai Ya'er, but just to satisfy his perverted psychological needs, just like role-playing.

"The relationship between the security guard, Zhu Li, and the doctor needs to be clarified. These three are not good people."

I focused my eyes on these three photos, and suddenly saw the blue ink marks on them. The owner of the house had the same guess as me, but a very important point emerged - what role does the owner of the house play in the Red Mansion?

This guy who lives on the top floor is completely different from the other tenants of the red building. He is calm and rational, and does not want to be controlled by obsession.

"Is he a show host?" Looking at the dense annotations and photos on the bed board, I quickly rejected this idea. Among the existing show hosts, no one is stupid enough to use this method to sort out the relationship between characters.

"This person feels very much like a policeman to me." I'm not sure, because if the police found the Red Building, then this place should have been bulldozed long ago. It is impossible to hide so many lunatics. ,abnormal.

"If he were an ordinary policeman, he would definitely not survive three months. This man is not simple, but what is his purpose in coming to the Red Mansion?"

Looking through all the photos, I looked at them twice before I discovered a suspicious point.

Most of the photos on the bed board were taken secretly, so there were very few faces shown, but there was one exception.

In the four-unit area, there is a photo whose material is different from the photo taken by a disposable imaging camera.

This is a photo that was developed normally, and the person in it is facing the camera.

“Why is this photo so special?”

In the photo, there is a girl who looks very sunny. Her appearance is average at best, but she has a sweet smile and the happiness on her face is very contagious. She has an average figure and long hair in a ponytail. , The skin is so white that it seems to be able to transmit light.

This photo is posted at the top of all the photos in Unit 4. There is no text around it, just a cross with a red ink pen.

I focused all my attention on this photo, propped up my chin with one hand, and stared straight at the girl in the photo: "The position of each photo was carefully designed by the owner of the house, from low to high. According to the corresponding floor, this photo is posted at the highest point of Unit 4. Does that mean she lives on the top floor of Unit 4?"

Thinking of this, I was stunned for a moment: "The top floor? Isn't that where I am staying now?"

A gust of cold wind seemed to blow through my neck. My hair stood on end, I shivered inexplicably, and subconsciously looked behind me.

My eyes passed through the bedroom and followed the half-open door to the living room. Everything was normal. I twisted my head. When my eyes swept across the iron door of the living room, I felt as if the blood in my body was frozen, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated. Heart.

The door to the living room is open, and a woman in red holding an umbrella is standing at the door!

I don't know how long she stood there, with her back to me, a long braid hanging down on her chest, and no facial features between the thin hair. I didn't even know if she was looking at me at this time!

My thoughts seemed to freeze, my pupils were beating violently, and cold air seeped out from between my teeth.

Time was stretched infinitely, and every second passed extremely hard.

About half a minute later, the woman holding a black umbrella at the door walked backwards into the house. She was getting closer and closer to me, and I didn't notice her until she reached the center of the living room.

This woman didn't come in backwards. She had a long braid hanging from the back of her head and the front of her face. She had no face at all!

Her fingers stained with flesh and blood clenched the handle of the umbrella. Her skin was frighteningly white and covered with tiny cracks.

Entering the living room, she stayed in the middle of the room for a short while, and then without any warning, she suddenly turned around and ran towards the bedroom where I was!

The long black braid was in front of me. I was sitting on the ground at this moment, and for some reason I remembered the advice from the restaurant owner outside Guanwai - never open an umbrella in the house...