Dead.

Dead, silent.

The whole room was silent.

"Smack. ”

The sound of the phone slipping and smashing on the ground.

"Wenwen?"

"Wenwen, what's wrong with you?

“......”

Meng Fei sat on the chair with a dumbfounded expression.

Tang Wenwen's mobile phone was amplified, and he could hear it clearly, but he couldn't digest the news.

It's better that the other party isn't joking.

Otherwise, the joke is too bad.

Although he is a traverser, borrowing corpses to resurrect souls, and having a golden finger, he should be regarded as an extremely special existence.

But why is this news on the phone even more outrageous?!

When he first passed through, Meng Fei's original body was dead.

The specific cause has not yet been ascertained.

As a result, not far from the community, another Meng Fei came out, who was also the deceased?!

This...... How can it be.

This worldview is quite normal!

Could it be something wrong?

Obviously, Tang Wenwen also thinks so.

She picked up her phone with trembling hands.

Tingting...... Are you kidding......"

Tang Wenwen's voice was full of crying. "I'm cowardly...... Don't scare me. ”

"I'm not kidding, the deceased's name is Meng Fei, the identity information and physical signs match, the identity of the deceased has been confirmed, and the family is being contacted, what's wrong?

Tang Wenwen's hands trembled wildly, and she knelt on the ground with a "snap".

Meng Fei couldn't sit still any longer, rushed forward with an arrow step, and picked up the mobile phone on the ground.

"Hello, this joke is not funny. ”

He said lightly.

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Who are you? Why are you at Wenwen's house?

"I'm Meng Fei, Tang Wenwen's neighbor, a programmer, who just helped her repair the computer, so I don't understand what you just said. ”

“......”

The other party was silent for a while.

"Friend, why do you say I'm dead?"

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps on the other end of the phone, and it was supposed to be the police officer named "Tingting" walking.

Then there was her eagerly questioning of her colleague, which roughly meant rechecking the identity of the deceased.

"Ah...... Sister Ting, check it clearly...... The deceased's name is indeed Meng Fei, he is 1.83 meters tall, there is a mole under his left eye, he lives at No. 05, 24th Floor, Unit 3, Harbor Community, programmer, working in an Internet company, his body was hit by the front of the car, his chest was comminuted, and his head hit the stone pillar in the middle of the street......"

There's no need to listen to the rest of the story.

Meng Fei hadn't looked in the mirror since he crossed over, but just by looking at Tang Wenwen's frightened eyes, he already knew that what the person on the phone said was right.

The Meng Fei who died at the scene, like himself, was Meng Fei.

That's the most frightening thing.

Wait a minute......

Meng Fei frowned and asked, "Could it be that he just looks a little similar to me, so he made a mistake?"

"I ...... I believe that you are Mr. Meng Fei, and I personally feel that it is necessary for you to come to the scene. ”

The other end of the phone groaned for a moment and said.

Meng Fei's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and said slowly: "Okay, tell me the detailed address, and I'll go over immediately." ”

"Okay, my current location is the ...... of Guangshen Street"

The other party gave an address.

Meng Fei nodded, put down the phone, and walked out the door.

Tang Wenwen picked up her mobile phone in shock, talked to "Tingting" for a few words, and hung up the phone.

......

After Meng Fei entered the corridor, his expression immediately became serious.

He came to the place where the camera was shattered.

The battery rolls off and debris is everywhere.

The murderer was really serious, not only cut off the power, but also destroyed the night vision camera.

Meng Fei tried to scan it.

[Item: Wireless Dome Monitor]

[Size: 10*8*3 cm]

[Value: 800]

[Status: Severely damaged, unable to be repaired]

Meng Fei sighed.

Sure enough, the damage was too severe to be repaired.

"System, can fingerprints be scanned on the surface of an item?"

Meng Fei's heart suddenly moved. If this thing is related to his own death, will there be a clue to the murderer?

"The surface of the object is covered in dust and fingerprints cannot be scanned. ”

This was actually what he expected.

Judging by the extent of the damage, it must have been shattered by a blunt object. There is no need for the murderer to leave fingerprints at all.

But what surprised him was that the scanning ability of this system also includes details such as scanning fingerprints and blood stains!

After a moment's thought, he dodged and returned to his home.

Once inside, I began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, looking for things like notes and diaries.

No way, as a time-traveler, he didn't inherit the memories of the original owner at all.

Even if your blood type, DNA or something can confirm your identity, if you want to rush to the scene, you will be suspected after a few interrogations.

Although you won't be treated as a suspect, what if you are sent to a psychiatric department?

Looking at the dazzling bookshelves, desks, and messy beds in front of him, Meng Fei was a little depressed.

In such a messy place, when do you have to find something?

Wait a minute...... I'm a hanger, okay, I have a system!

So!

The system scans all books, notes, and diary information on the shelves. ”

Meng Fei looked at the bookshelf in front of him for the first time.

[Ding Dong, the host successfully scans once, experience +1]

[Item: White Pine Three-Door Bookshelf]

[Size: 120*39*205cm]

[Value: 4900]

[Condition: Intact]

[COLLECTION INFORMATION: "CODE ENCYCLOPEDIA", "C PROGRAMMING LANGUAGE", "INTRODUCTION TO SYSTEM SECURITY", "DESIGN PATTERN", "COMPILATION PRINCIPLE", "REVERSE SEARCH", "PROGRAMMING PEARL", "ROOTKIT CORE TECHNOLOGY", ......]

[Note Information: None.] 】

[Diary Information: None.] 】

Looking at the dazzling array of professional programmer books on the shelves, Meng Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

I serve.

In my previous life, I worked overtime and died, and I was forced to rush the project......

Co-authoring the original Meng Fei is really dedicated, and he still reads so many industry books after work!

Workers, the soul of workers, and part-time workers are all masters......

A role model for my generation.

Meng Fei sighed.

Anyway, I probably scanned the books on the shelves, and there was nothing like a diary.

Wait a minute......

Programmer?

Information?!

Computer?!

Meng Fei turned his head and looked at the computer host on the table.

"Scan!"