Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 742: braid

The top-floor tenant's home is very simple, without any extra decorations. The owner of the house should be a very pragmatic person.

From the layout of the house, I probably guessed some character traits of the owner.

reached out and took out the fountain pens in the drawer. There were three colors of red, black and blue. I compared the ink marks in the refills, and they were uneven. It was obvious that all three pens had been used by someone.

"Writing in three colors at the same time? I can't find a piece of 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 fountain pens back to their original places. place, 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 bed sheet was much larger than the bed surface, and it hung down, almost touching the floor.

"Under the bed?" I squatted down and lifted the sheet, and there was no debris under the bed.

"This person really likes to be clean." Rubbing his fingers on the floor, there was no dust under the bed, "It's spotless, does the owner of the house have a cleanliness?"

Normal people rarely clean under the bed in a rental house so clean. I was about to get up when I suddenly felt something was wrong. "I saw dust under the dining table in the living room. The owner of the house did not clean under the table, but cleaned under the bed. What kind of mentality is this? Could it be that he spends more time under the bed than beside the dining table?" How many?" Thinking of this, I realized that I might guess

Wrong direction, the other party probably didn't clean under the bed on purpose, this is a loophole he left unintentionally.

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

"This..."

On the back of the two-meter-long and one-meter-wide wooden bed, there are dozens of photos, large and small!

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

"The old lady said that it took only three months before and after the owner of the house moved into the Red Mansion. To complete such a detailed and meticulous 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 watched carefully.

All the photos posted on the back of the bed board were secretly photographed, and there were almost no faces. Only after reading the labels next to them did I know that these people were all tenants of the Red Mansion, or to be more precise, they had lived in the Red Mansion. people.

Because there are living people and dead bodies 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 unit one, all the photos of the remaining three units have been crossed out with red pens.

The bright red crosses look a little dazzling. I don't know what the meaning of the red crosses is. It may represent death, or it may represent being excluded.

All the characters are connected with black pens, criss-crossing, but they don’t look messy at all. It is circled with a color pen, and a question mark is drawn below it.

"He... seems to be looking for the murderer? The last locked range is among these three people!" I stood up on the bed, sat on the ground, and scanned every photo with my eyes.

Excluding the dead bodies in various shapes, there are a total of 21 living people in the photos, and one unit occupies nine of them.

Six I have met, there are three more, one is crossed out with a red pen, and the remaining two should be husband and wife, and the two were cut from the same photo.

"The one crossed out by the red pen may be the one that Zhu Li said jumped off the building a few days ago. As for the couple, there is a high probability that they are the security guard and his wife."

The owner of the house circled the photo of the security guard with a blue pen. He is expressionless, tall and thin, wearing a light gray coat, with sunken eye sockets, and looks like a skeleton that has been drained of blood.

Compared to the ugly security guard, his wife is too beautiful. Although she is not as good as Jiang Fei and Ye Bing, she is very rare among ordinary people.

The photos of the two have been cropped, and 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 should be taken secretly from a high place.

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

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

"The photo of the security guard's wife has not been marked with a red cross, but according to Zhu Li, the security guard's wife has not gone out for several days. Judging from this posture, I am afraid it is more ominous."

From the first impression I got from the photos, the security guard should be a grumpy person whose heart may have been completely distorted due to inferiority complex, jealousy, etc. Such people are also dangerous elements in society. Their living habits are marked with a black pen next to the photo. After reading it, I also learned a lot. I learned some important information. For example, Zhu Li would leave the red building every once in a while. We know each other, we have a good relationship; there is Zhu Li's dialogue

Ya'er is very protective, once the security guard wanted to touch Bai Ya'er, but Zhu Li forced her back with a knife.

His records cannot be said to be all accurate, but at least they gave me a direction to think. "The doctor had a good relationship with the person who jumped off the building a few days ago, but that person jumped off the building and died before moving a few. The doctor has a weird personality. When I first met him, he pretended to be enthusiastic and gave me a broken one." Hand, let me use it for refuge, this person is not at all kind, I seriously doubt who he is treating

The better you are, the faster you die. "

Zhu Li's defense of Bai Ya'er also made me suspicious. If he really defended Bai Ya'er, he wouldn't let him lure strangers home late at night, and then hide on the side of the wall to watch, and finally mention He touched it quietly with a knife.

What he is defending is not Bai Ya'er, but 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 people are not good people."

I focused my eyes on these three photos, and suddenly saw the blue pen marks on them. The owner of the house guessed the same as me, but a very important point appeared-what role did the owner play in the red building?

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

"Is he the anchor of the show?" Looking at the dense labels and photos on the bed, I quickly rejected this idea. Among the existing anchors of the show, no one is stupid enough to use this method to sort out the relationship between characters .

"This person looks 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, and it's impossible to hide it like this Many lunatics and perverts.

"If it is an ordinary policeman, he will definitely not live for three months. This person is not simple, but what is his purpose in coming to the Red Mansion?"

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

The photos on the bed are almost all secretly taken, so there are very few positive faces, but one is an exception.

In the four-unit area, there is a photo whose material is not the same as the photo taken by the one-time imaging camera.

This is a normally developed photo, and the characters in it are facing the camera with their faces exposed.

"Why is this photo so special?"

In the photo is a girl who looks very sunny. She looks ordinary at best, but she smiles very sweetly, and the happiness on her face is contagious. Wearing a ponytail, the skin is so white that it seems to be able to see through the light.

This photo is pasted at the top of all the photos in Unit 4, without any text around it, just crossed with a red pen. I put 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 is carefully designed by the owner, from low to high Compared with the corresponding floor, this photo is pasted on the top of Unit 4, isn't that

It means that she lives on the top floor of Unit 4? "

Thinking of this, I froze for a moment: "The top... floor? Isn't that where I'm staying now?"

My neck seemed to be blown by a gust of cold wind, my hair stood on end, I shivered inexplicably, and subconsciously looked behind me.

Looking through the bedroom, looking at the living room through the half-open door, everything is normal, I turned my head, and when my eyes swept over the iron door of the living room, I felt like the blood in my whole body was frozen, a bone-piercing pain Coolness drilled into my heart.

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

She stood there for an unknown amount of time, as if her back was facing me, a long braid hanging down her chest, and there were no facial features between the thin strands of hair, I didn't even know if she was looking at me right now!

Thoughts seem to be frozen, pupils are beating violently in the eyes, and cold air seeps from the gap between my teeth.

Time was stretched infinitely, and every second was extremely difficult.

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

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

Her skin was frighteningly white, covered with tiny cracks, with fingers stained with minced flesh and blood.

Entering the living room, she stayed in the center of the room for a while, and then without any warning, she suddenly turned around and ran towards the bedroom where I was! I was sitting on the ground right now with the long black braid close in front of me, and for some reason I remembered the advice of the owner of the restaurant outside the Guanwai—don't open an umbrella inside...