When the police came in, they probably felt that there was no need to open a case for investigation, so they did not destroy the scene to collect evidence. That's a big bargain for me.

I tested the temperature of the water, and it was so cold that I immediately retracted my hand. What's going on? It's obviously Mayday, and the average temperature in Spring City has reached twenty-seven degrees, so how can a bathtub of bath water be better than ice water. But the water in front of me, which does not conform to common sense, still remains liquid, exuding a slight chill into the air.

"You're too fussy, you've touched a ghost, and your face is green!" Xiao Ju saw me holding my right hand in a daze, and also tentatively put her hand into the bathtub. In less than a second, she screamed, shook her hands and jumped up and down: "It's too cold, why is this water so cold." My bone marrow is frozen. ”

I looked at the skin of my right hand, and it was less than two seconds into the water before I showed signs of slight frostbite. Even if it's ice water, it doesn't have the terrifying ability to freeze. I tentatively touched the ceramic edge of the bathtub, and the strange thing is that it was filled with amazingly cool water, but the ceramic bathtub was indeed at room temperature, not an iceman.

This is completely contrary to common sense.

I thought about it for a long time and still didn't find the answer, but combined with this unreasonable situation, the dream that Su Qing told me about that had plagued her since she was a child came to mind. Could it be that her dreams were not the product of a simple brain to decompress, but had some kind of surreal omen that was difficult to explain?

I don't know. But at least one thing is clearly understood, Su Qing must be missing. Disappeared in this small rented house. To be precise, she disappeared inexplicably while she was in the shower.

The reason behind her disappearance may have something to do with her dreams.

Xiaoju and I parted ways after leaving the rented house. I took Su Qing's mobile phone, put it on the table and looked at it all the time after I got home, and I was in a daze for a long time. Only then did I decide to start with the strange thing that happened in Xiao Ju's mouth three days ago morning.

Silver Pavilion is quite famous in Spring City, and it is not too far from here. I asked the relationship to come to the hotel's surveillance room and called up the surveillance video of the day.

I saw a man in his fifties arguing and pulling with the photographer next to Su Qing on the screen, and the bride and groom then joined in the war of words. Not long after, the man angrily hit the bride, and then the scene was completely chaotic. A group of friends and relatives pounced on the man and knocked him to the ground.

Su Qing on the side was very smart and kept retreating, wanting to withdraw from the battle circle to protect herself, but her luck was very bad. When the man drew his knife and swung it around, the people around him were immediately frightened and scattered. Su Qing, who was working hard and desperately squeezing out, was instead squeezed into front of the man's knife by the crowd that ran away.

I sat up straight, stopped abruptly, and regressed frame by frame. The knife slowly played back with me, revealing an unusual side. Faintly, I could even see that the screen was a little glazed.

Rubbing my eyes, I took a closer look. No, there is no problem with the screen and there is no problem with the camera. Something was indeed interfering with the camera signal. My attention was all on the knife and I started playing it in slow motion again.

The tip of the knife gradually stabbed towards Su Qing's liver, piercing her coat. In that instant, something strange happened. The camera is heavily distracted, and the image on the screen is distorted to the point where it is difficult to see what is really going on. By the time he reached his normal pace, the man's hand had been severely twisted and twisted into a circle. The knife that was supposed to stab Su Qing's stomach ended up stabbing into the man's liver.

I frowned, and revisited the video again, still backing frame by frame. I watched that passage back and forth no less than ten times, and suddenly, a clear image finally jumped out. The man's knife had already stabbed Su Qing, but what was terrifying was that a black cloud of smoke-like gas suddenly appeared, and it was so abruptly contaminated with the hilt. The black mist was as thick as ink spots, and the body of the person watching it was cold. I somehow remembered the water in the bathtub, the biting coldness of the water, but it was very similar to the feeling that the black mist brought to me.

What is this black fog? Could it be that there is a problem with the monitor?

I took a picture of it on my phone and watched the footage a few more times before leaving the hotel after I couldn't find any more clues. The day passed quickly in a busy situation, and I was very concerned about Su Qing's affairs. I have a habit of subconsciously recording every time a visitor entrusts me to solve some problem. Listening to the narrator a few times will make it easier to clear your mind.

When I got home, I turned on my phone, flipped out the conversation between Su Qing and me, and kept repeating it. Soon I discovered the odd place. When the mobile phone was recorded, there were several small segments that interfered like the hotel's surveillance video. In particular, the disturbance was especially acute when the girl described the specific content of her dream and the man took her around in the dream.

I immediately cut off the disturbed audio and sent it to the old man's detective agency to ask him to find an expert to help me study and analyze it, and by the way, I also threw her a photo of the mysterious black smoke-like substance taken on the hotel monitor. Only then did I remember that Su Qing actually didn't know anything about Su Qing, except for what my uncle's psychology friend had mentioned to me, and the information she had revealed.

So I asked a few friends from the police station to help with the investigation, and it didn't take long for her file to be thrown into my email.

The busy day passed quickly, I ate some random meals, sat on the couch, and looked at the girl's profile on my tablet. Su Qing will be twenty-seven years old in three months. Her hometown is about 600 kilometers away from Spring City, located in the deep mountains, called Tuxue Town. The town's specialties are fruits such as loquats, lychees and cherries. It's a small and quiet place.

Her home is very ordinary in the town, her parents are still alive, and they are local civil servants. Although the family is not rich, but life is quite enjoyable. This girl has no setbacks in her life. The grades were medium from beginning to end, and he was admitted to Shangcheng University in the college entrance examination, and stayed in Spring City to work hard after graduation.

Su Qing, like thousands of urban white-collar workers, has an inconspicuous ordinary experience. No matter how you think about it, I don't think it's going to be a person who encounters strange things and then evaporates from the world.

After reading the whole article, I felt a deep headache. The ordinary experience of this kind of person, once something goes wrong, is the most difficult to investigate.

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