There was a deathly silence in the room, and suddenly there was a pleasant ringing sound from the bedroom, but Wang Ya didn't seem to hear it, and she didn't mean to answer the phone at all.

Wen Mo took a step in the direction of the bedroom, and Wang Yacai rushed in as if she had just woken up from a dream and answered the phone first.

"Hey......" Her voice trembled, and she spoke quickly and quickly: "There is someone at home, you go back and fight again." The person on the other end of the phone said a few words, and then Wang Ya came out of the bedroom and handed the phone to Wen Mo: "Looking for you." ”

Wen Mo took the phone: "Hey, hello Captain Hu." ”

"Now that you've guessed that I'm automatically missing, can you not look for me first? My situation is very dangerous, and the corpse of Ah Onion is the most obvious example. I don't know how big the case Song Dongshun was involved in the back, but I'm sure that the other party is definitely not easy to mess with, they are bold enough to poison and kill people in the Public Security Bureau for the sake of a person who may leak secrets and may not know anything, and directly let a forensic doctor and his family evaporate from this world, I am not afraid of death, but my family, I can't afford to gamble. I need to keep them safe and, if possible, keep myself safe before I get out of their way. ”

Wen Mo walked around the living room at will, constantly observing the ornaments on the Bogu shelf.

"Captain Hu, where is your bugging device? Sure enough, you are worthy of being the captain of the criminal police, I believe that before you disappeared, you had already imagined a way out, so now tell me, how do you plan to appear in front of everyone again? After all, the bureau has been rumored that you have something to do with Onion's death, even if you have alibi evidence, you can't resist the rumors. ”

The other end of the line hesitated. Then he continued: "I'm sorry, I can't trust you yet, although you are very smart, you were sent from above. I have an idea that I'm trying to validate. Before that, I will settle my wife and children first, and then find a way to get evidence, so that I am worthy of both the clothes on my body and my family. As for me. Let's take it one step at a time. Hu Guanghui was a little helpless. He is not at the age of being stunned, he knows that he is definitely in big trouble, and the other party will definitely think that he knows something and don't want to solve the other party. Sooner or later, he's going to be found. Until then. I'm afraid that the end is not as simple as death.

What is the most feared thing about being a police officer? It is estimated that nine times out of ten you will not tell you that you are afraid of death, but that you are afraid of becoming a prisoner from a law enforcer. This is a nightmare for every police officer. Especially when the prisoner recognizes that he used to be a policeman, it is basically a dead end.

Everything that is happening in the sub-bureau now is just a prelude, and Hu Guanghui has every reason to believe that as long as he reappears in the sight of everyone, the other party will immediately throw out the evidence of the crime against him, trying to send him to a dead end, and he can't afford to gamble.

Wen Mo is still making the final fight: "You don't need to tell me where you are, and you don't need to tell me what you want to do, but I hope you can start to learn to trust me and tell me, who is the opponent you are talking about?" Why does it scare you so much? ”

There was a long silence, and just when Wen Mo thought that Hu Guanghui would not answer, and wanted to open his mouth to try to persuade and persuade again, Hu Guanghui dropped the sentence, "Have you heard of the ghost market?" Go find out. Then he hung up cleanly.

This mobile phone is very new, and its function is very simple, it is an elderly machine that can be bought for 100 yuan on the street, and it can only make calls and send text messages, and there are no functions such as GPS positioning.

Wen Mo called back the only number in the call log, and sure enough, it had been turned off. It seems that Hu Guanghui knows very well what he is doing, and the more cautious he is, the stronger his opponent will be.

comforted the restless Wang Ya and promised that he would definitely not tell Hu Guanghui about it, Wen Mo said goodbye to Wang Ya and returned to the sub-bureau. She desperately wanted to know what kind of person or organization made Hu Guanghui flee without a fight, as if he had put life and death out of the way.

What is a ghost market? Never heard of it.

Back at the sub-bureau, Jia Fengqing was still there, the old gentleman's professionalism was stimulated very quickly, and the inspection team became extremely diligent as soon as he came.

Secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, Wen Mo was actually a little rebellious in her bones, she hated all people or things that were not doing their jobs and seeking truth from facts. The sense of justice as a police officer makes her feel that such a person is mixed in the ranks of the state administrative organs, and sooner or later something big will happen, after all, it can't be fake, and people who can pretend to be officials will always be good at these things that are not beneficial to the country and the people, and what the country needs is people who really stand in the perspective of the masses to think about problems, see problems, and solve problems.

But what can she do? can only complain a few words in her heart, Jia Fengqing has not had time to let her be a trash can to listen to the police's complaints, she is also happy, find a corner where no one is and start searching for clues related to the ghost market.

The search engine gave no less than 20,000 search results, focusing on two explanations, and Wen Mo couldn't possibly look for what she was looking for after a few glances.

Ghost market, is a few big cities in the north of the antique market in a certain period of time concentrated trading of the specific name, and the meaning of the market is very close, but the things traded, are related to antiques, maybe the newly dug out of the tomb robbers take advantage of the dawn to get rid of some stolen goods, maybe just a gimmick, to attract popularity. Both sides of the transaction are people, and the things are real things, no ghosts.

There is also a saying that there are really ghosts in ghost markets. Generally, only by very chance, the intersection of yin and yang in nature, the ghost market appears, it may be a restoration of a certain life scene on the spot in ancient times, or it may be the day when the ghosts and monsters open the market, it is purely feudal superstition, who has really seen it, it is not known, whether it really exists, and it is not known.

Not a single search result related to the city of S.

What is the broken search engine, Wen Mo was a little unwilling, and she further clarified the keyword: S city ghost market.

What came out of this search this time was still the same tatters just now.

Wen Mo still didn't give up, she gave up the popular engine, and went to the local forums and popular Weibo in S City to search for keywords related to the ghost market.

Not to mention, the hard work pays off, let her find one: live broadcast! A trip to find a ghost city.

The date of the post was a few months ago.,The poster is called a writer.,Wen Mo searched for other posts published by the landlord.,No results,This post,It's the only one he left in the forum.,The following is the content of the body of the post:

Yu wasted his life, indulged in writing, but did not have high talent, and published few works, which made Yu always embarrassed when he recalled, but fortunately his wife never gave up, Yu was able to enjoy life in peace and was not trapped by money, although he was poor, he was also willing to eat. However, his wife suddenly fell seriously ill, and her time was short, and she searched through the rest of the family's wealth, which was not enough for 12 percent of the consultation fee. A husband who cannot keep his wife and children fed and clothed, and cannot save his wife in danger, is extremely ashamed!

The ghost market is said to be a long time ago, whether it is an old man or a yellow-mouthed child, they all regard it as a legend of ghosts and gods, but their curiosity has risen and they want to find out. If the story can be completed, the manuscript fee can be sold, and the wife can always be guaranteed the funds for a few days of diagnosis and treatment, and talk about the heart.

The half-literate and half-white text, Wen Mo can understand it, but what she doesn't understand is that the purpose of so many years of compulsory education is not to let everyone be literate and understand the truth of life? Of course, the text should be the highest standard for expressing what you think clearly, most of the ancient texts are obscure, and people who are not specialized in studying can understand how many of them?

The landlord still wants to use his literary skills to support his family? As far as Wen Mo, who writes reports all year round, has to write better than him, no wonder he almost starved to death, it is purely normal.

There are a lot of sailors following downstairs, with a total of more than 20 pages of replies, Wen Mo looked at them one by one, and basically scolded the landlord for thinking about money and going crazy, it was the second Kong Yiji, a guy who was stupid in reading.

The landlord replied with a short message a week after posting the post: There is a picture and the truth! Wait for the picture above: I found a ghost market, and there is no half-truth!

However, the landlord never replied to the post, of course, the masses did not see the truth, so all walks of life were so idle that they were angry with the water army who scolded other people's mothers on the Internet, but they didn't come out to find the landlord's meat, and the scolding was so profound that if Wen Mo was the object of scolding, he would have jumped into the Huangpu River and died early and was reincarnated again.

But the landlord was really calm and never came out again. I'm tired of scolding like this, enough is enough, I'm bored, so I let go of this post, continue to look for other fun, scold people happily, and let the post sink slowly.

Intuitively, Wen Mo felt that maybe the landlord really found any clues, he didn't post anymore, and it was probably like Hu Guanghui who felt the danger, and then hid.

The clues are in front of you, and the key is whether you will find them.

Wen Mo found the Internet police of the sub-bureau and asked him to help track down the true identity of this unambitious writer in reality. If the introduction at the beginning of this post is true, he shouldn't be hard to find.

Sure enough, Wen Mo only waited for more than ten minutes, and the Internet police found the real name and current place of residence of the unsuccessful writer.

Di Limin, a native of this city, disappeared three months ago and his whereabouts are unknown, his wife also died in the hospital more than two months ago, and his only son, Di Ming, reported that his father was missing, and after his mother died, he returned to work in other places and never returned to S City.

Another missing! Wen Mo stared at the records on the computer, slowly looking down one by one, trying to find a breakthrough.

She got what she wanted:

Di Limin's home is within the jurisdiction of the Luochu Police Station, when Di Ming went to report the disappearance, the name written on the police record was Qiu Feihe who jumped off the building and committed suicide, and it was also written that when reporting the case, Qiu Feihe once took Di Ming to the city to identify the body, and the forensic doctor at that time was Song Dongshun, Di Ming could not recognize the body, left his DNA sample, and returned to the hospital to take care of his mother, and the corpse was finally not related to Di Ming's identification results.

Di Limin disappeared, Song Dongshun disappeared, Qiu Feihe committed suicide, and all the people related to this inconspicuous disappearance case had an accident. If there are no ghosts in this, I'm afraid I don't even believe in ghosts!

I'm afraid that the opportunity to open a breakthrough will have to fall on the case of Qiu Feihe's suicide, Qiu's mother seems to know something, but she is unwilling to say it, how can she be tempted to speak?

Wen Mo thanked the Internet police for helping, and thought about returning to her temporary office, she was too involved in it, and she didn't notice that in the dark, there were a pair of eyes staring at her every move! (To be continued.) )