Stemming from the fear of events, this is not the result Zhang Leifeng wants.

He motioned for Xing Dongjie to stop playing.

"Don't you see that they are not afraid of the sound but of the event at all?" Zhang Leifeng asked Xing Dongjie.

Xing Dongjie raised his eyebrows, he really didn't see the difference, he could only see that they were indeed trembling and afraid.

"Forget it, I'd better go find it myself, and don't let anyone touch the three of them until I come back." Zhang Leifeng walked out of the room after speaking, quickly left the police station and took a taxi to a store he knew that specialized in buying old things.

Chirping!

Pushing open the door and walking in, a room full of things that have been eliminated by society.

Zhang Leifeng touched the wind chimes hanging above his head with his hand, and made a crisp sound: "Old man Sun, where did you get this wind chime?" He shouted.

The man who was fiddling with a dilapidated military kettle with his head down looked up when he heard the voice.

He was about sixty years old, with a few black hairs interspersed with white hair, and a long white beard, which looked like an immortal in the TV series, he shook his beard with his hands, squinted his eyes and replied, "Great Detective, what are you doing here with me?" ”

"I'm going to find a Walkman, the kind that puts tapes." Zhang Leifeng said.

Old man Sun blinked after hearing this: "What do you want to do with that?" ”

"Naturally, it's useful, don't tell me you don't, I saw you hear it when I came before."

"Haha, I never said I didn't." Old man Sun laughed inexplicably.

Zhang Leifeng's eyes widened: "Then hurry up and get it, hurry up, hurry up, people's lives are at stake." "I didn't urge angrily.

Old man Sun stood up with his hands on the table, hunched over, and walked into the room inside.

Zhang Leifeng glanced around at everything in the room, and in a trance, he saw something that shouldn't be here. There were about six large braids left by ancient people next to Old Man Sun's table, two of which obviously had some dirt on them, and Zhang Leifeng couldn't help but stretch out his hand to get it.

Syllable!

Old man Sun slapped Zhang Leifeng's outstretched hand with his hand.

"You can't touch this thing...... To your Walkman. As he spoke, he threw a worn-out walkman in front of Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng squinted his eyes and looked at Old Man Sun: "Old Man Sun, these things are treasures, where did you get this?" He asked coldly.

Old man Sun knew that Zhang Leifeng's analytical ability was very strong, so he chose to be silent, and put away his braids as quickly as he could, and carried them into his room.

When he walked out, Zhang Leifeng had already left his home.

Zhang Leifeng used the tape in the Walkman to record on the road: "Help...... Help me. ”

The driver who was driving was startled, stopped with one foot on the brake, and turned to look at Zhang Leifeng: "I said brother, I didn't do anything to you, right?" ”

"Give me back my life...... Give me back my life. Zhang Leifeng completely ignored the driver's question and continued to record the next voice.

The driver was even more confused at this time, and looked at Zhang Leifeng: "Hey, I said, what are you doing?" ”

Zhang Leifeng heard the driver's shout, raised his head to look at him, and said, "Driving?" I'm not talking to you, I'm recording, OK? ”

The driver took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Neurotic." "Keep driving.

Driving to the door of the police station, Zhang Leifeng touched his pocket, he didn't bring any money, took out his mobile phone and dialed Xing Dongjie's phone: "Come down and pay me." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Xing Dongjie ran down from upstairs, paid the fare, and the two of them got out of the car.

Zhang Leifeng walked into the interrogation room with the player, and the three people seemed to have recovered from their panic.

When they saw Zhang Leifeng walk in, they got up from their chairs one after another: "We ......" was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Leifeng stretching out his hand, "Don't talk yet, listen, listen carefully, and see if it's this voice." With that, press the play button on the Walkman with your hand.

"Help...... Help me...... Help me. The Walkman played the sound over and over again.

The first person to hear this sound closed his eyes visibly hard, his eyes kept rolling back and forth in them, his hands clenched into fists, and his face turned pale.

Zhang Leifeng nodded at Xing Dongjie, and then played it in shock.

"Give me back my life......"

The second person also began to change.

"Is that what you heard that night?" Zhang Leifeng questioned the three of them.

They all nodded in unison: "That's the voice, that's the voice." He replied almost in a shouting manner.

Xing Dongjie stood aside, and he didn't feel that this voice was too different from the voice he played, why did the three of them change so much?

Zhang Leifeng held his chin with his hand, squinted his eyes, and quickly recalled the scene he went to in his mind, and suddenly recalled an inconspicuous thing in his mind, the grave......

In the countryside, most people still choose to be buried in coffins after death, and there is a new grave in the right rear of the field where he went that day, and it can be concluded that the grave should not be more than three days old by the fresh earth and the wreaths placed on it.

Zhang Leifeng opened his eyes and pointed to the first man: "Has anyone just died in your village?" He asked quickly.

The man nodded a little panicked: "An old man died two days ago. He replied.

"What about you?"

"We've had one die too."

"You?"

"One died three days ago."

Bang Bang Bang!

Zhang Leifeng clapped his hand and shouted: "Hahaha, it can be regarded as being found by me, it can be regarded as being found by me." He shouted excitedly.

Everyone in the room looked at Zhang Leifeng with a confused expression, what kind of wind is this guy smoking? With the way he is now, it's really hard to know if he's sane now.

"What did you find?" Xing Dongjie asked puzzled.

Zhang Leifeng took a deep breath and replied to Xing Dongjie: "I still need to confirm one more thing. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the three of them: "Will the dead in the countryside choose to bury the deceased's things together?" ”

The three of them nodded their heads.

"Will there be gold and silver jewelry in there?" Zhang Leifeng continued to ask.

"Sometimes there will be some, and some will put some of the deceased's favorite things in life." One of the men replied.

"Okay." Zhang Leifeng pointed to the third person and said, "Did the person who died in your village collect six long braids before his death?" He asked.

The man was obviously stunned for a moment: "How do you know?" Surprised, asked.

Zhang Leifeng sneered and nodded: "What I know is far beyond your imagination, Captain Xing, I have no problem." The voice fell, and he turned and walked out of the interrogation room.