Chapter 1062 A Dead Tree Becomes Wood

"With this store manager Ji, can we really complete the task? I'm not questioning his ability, I think he is too capable, so strong that..."

"Forget it, just focus on the present. Our employer is the Cheng family. The things the deceased's parents want us to bring back are too vague. What do you think?"

"With so many pairs of eyes watching, the murderer did not remove the deceased's internal organs, nothing was missing..."

"..."

Fortunately, the recorder of the car in the Fourth Branch had dual lenses and was able to capture Fang Shao's entire process from getting in the car to his death.

In the presidential suite of a hotel in the city center, Wei Guang clutched a wet wipe and watched the video repeatedly while wiping his palms.

He has watched the replay more than a dozen times, and it is always in slow motion. The picture pauses and the speech stops. It sounds very strange.

In half an hour, the number of people watching the replay changed from the first seven to five, and finally to three.

In addition to Wei Guang, those who have been persistently checking the replays include Shi Man and Hu Nuannuan.

After observing for more than ten times, these three people memorized all the conversations between Shi Man and Fang Shao, and they knew what the next line of dialogue was when they heard the previous sentence.

Shi Man rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked straight at the video, and whispered:

"I don't think there will be any more clues. He died suddenly."

Wei Guang and Hu Nuannuan didn't speak. They both continued to watch the playback very seriously. Even the scene passing by outside the car window in the next second was already well known.

From the relatively remote urban and rural port all the way to Guiyuan Community near the city center, this journey came to an end after being replayed exactly twenty times.

The playback paused automatically and after the tablet went dark, Wei Guang dropped the wet wipes and leaned on the back of the chair, taking a deep breath.

He pinched the top of the bridge of his nose with his fingers to relieve eye fatigue from watching the screen for a long time, but his brain did not stop for a moment.

Shi Man glanced helplessly at Hu Nuannuan, who was quietly meditating next to him, sighed and said:

"Still nothing, this ghost kills people without reason..."

Li Dahong and other four people were talking about something in the living room, making whispers, which had a hypnotic effect.

Wei Guang closed his eyes and began to deduce the scenes engraved in his heart, from beginning to end, from the time Fang Shao got in the car to the time he died in the car.

Again...and again...and again...

During this period, Shi Man couldn't stand the dullness of the room, so he left at some point and joined Li Dahong and others in the discussion.

In the room, there were only Wei Guang, who was silently deducing, and Hu Nuannuan, who was quietly contemplating.

And just ten minutes after Wei Guang closed his eyes, he suddenly opened his eyes, opened the tablet again, looked sharply at the screen, and pressed the "Replay" button.

This twenty-first time, not only did he not slow down the playback speed, but he tripled the playback speed, as if he had made some conclusive discovery.

On the other side, Hu Nuannuan didn't know why, but she followed him to watch the replay.

Played at three times the speed, the tempo was very fast, and Fang Shao's speech turned into the sound of a chirping sparrow. It was hard to imagine what content could be discerned.

After the twenty-first playback, the confident light in Wei Guang's eyes returned. He leaned back in his chair relaxedly and whispered:

"From the time the vehicle started to the time Fang Shao died, we passed a total of 10 dead old trees, but in my memory the dead trees on this road should be..."

"It should be 9 trees!"

Hu Nuannuan suddenly took over the words.

Wei Guang looked at this quiet girl with a slightly surprised look. He didn't expect that besides him, there was another person with such outstanding observation and memory in the team.

His memory was developed bit by bit in practice as a criminal police officer for nearly twenty years.

But he didn't expect that Hu Nuannuan, a girl in her early twenties, could have terrifying abilities like an old detective, which really impressed him.

Hu Nuannuan felt a little shy at the direct gaze and quickly lowered her head.

The three people selected by Quan Liang all have their own abilities.

Li Dahong has a calm and rational view of the overall situation, Yuan Kuan has a strong and powerful body, and the frail Hu Nuannuan has that terrifying memory.

This is a talent that many people never reach in their lifetime.

Wei Guang understood that he had found the key to the problem, so he immediately stood up and said loudly:

"Yes, on the same road, Fang Shao passed ten dead trees, but we only saw nine. This shows that his death is probably related to the missing tree!"

Having said this, he and Hu Nuannuan walked out of the suite and came to the hall to tell Shi Man and others what they had discovered.

After getting this clue, everyone else looked surprised and surprised, so the group set out from the room and returned the same way.

…

The vehicle drove on this familiar road again, and Wei Guang played the replay on his tablet to make sure nothing went wrong.

Hu Nuannuan was staring out the window in the passenger seat. She didn't need to use playback to check reality.

Once you have discovered something, it will naturally fall into place.

At the intersection of the two blocks, the car stopped. Wei Guang stood by the flower bed on the roadside with his tablet in hand.

He stepped on the soft soil, checked the playback position, and nodded excitedly:

"Yes, this is it, look."

Shi Man took over the computer. The paused picture on the screen showed a vehicle turning right from this street. At the same time, outside the car window on Fang Shao's side, there was a bare old tree.

But when the screen moved away and the eyes looked at the same location, the tree in the playback disappeared and was replaced by a snowdrift that had not melted.

She looked at Wei Guang excitedly. This time, she no longer had the previous disdain for the newcomer. Instead, she showed admiration and gave a thumbs up.

"Thanks to the old detective's eyesight!"

"Brother Yuan, let's start digging."

Among these seven people, except for Wei Guang and Yuan Kuan, all were women, so the task of excavation was naturally assigned to them.

Yuan Kuan was a rough man, so he didn't say anything about it. He took off his shirt, revealing a gray round-neck sweater, and took out two shovels, one for each person, from the trunk.

Just like that, at seven o'clock in the evening, on the street near the city center, two strong men began to dig up flower beds while ignoring others, and there were five women watching beside them.

Wei Guang shoveled away a piece of very soft soil. He realized something was wrong and said in a deep voice:

"The soil here is too soft, not like the soil we should have this season. We must be careful when digging."

Yuan Kuan responded with a dull grunt.

After digging carefully and spending nearly twenty minutes, the layers of soil in this flower bed had been completely dug up, and the waste soil was piled into a hill on the roadside.

Countless pedestrians passing by pointed at this, and many even took out their mobile phones and pointed them at them.

The pressure from passers-by began to increase. This behavior of randomly digging the road was obviously unreasonable, but they could not care about it and could only continue to speed up.

Logically speaking, for such a large piece of land and having been dug for so long and so deep, the soil should have a layered feel.

But Wei Guang felt that the quality of the soil at a depth of nearly one meter was very similar, soft and moist, and there were even earthworms that were rare in this season.

This shows that the soil of this land is very fertile and is easily suitable for planting trees. This is a strange situation out of season.

Just as Yuan Kuan casually discarded another shovel of soil and was about to drop the shovel, Shi Man suddenly raised his hand to stop him. He squatted next to the shovel of new soil and stretched out his hand to pinch something.

When she straightened up, a wet piece of paper appeared on her fingertips, which was visible to everyone.

This scrap of paper is not too big, but it is not too small either. It should be half the size of an adult woman's hand.

The overall appearance is a deep purple that is extremely difficult to distinguish. Due to the humidity, it can almost be seen as pure black.

There is nothing on the back of this piece of paper, but there is a bloody word on the front that even water droplets cannot erase.

A character "wood" with a distinctive brushwork.

Above the word "wood", there is another word, but this word only has half of its strokes, and the rest have been broken.

But judging from the completeness of the word "木" and the size of the shredded paper, "木" should be at the bottom of the paper.

Shi Man pinched the shredded paper and asked puzzledly:

"What does this mean? A dead tree becomes wood...

But what does this have to do with Fang Shao? Wasn't he burned to death? "

No one responded around him. After being silent for a long time, Yuan Kuan suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Could it be that wood makes fire?"