"What's going on this time?"

In the empty hallway, three men in police uniforms are walking along yellow seat belts, the sound of staggered footsteps and erratic echoes mingle to create the illusion that many people are walking.

The questioner was a young man in his early thirties, with short thick hair, big piercing eyes, and a stubble protruding from his chin.

The policeman who was leading the way in front turned his head sideways and replied: "The deceased Shao, age 28, female, worked in a nightclub, was found dead in the corridor by the corridor cleaner at 6 o'clock this afternoon, and the forensic doctor initially deduced that he was burned alive after the perm rod ignited his hair, and he was currently ruled out as homicide." "The officer had noticeable swollen eyes, cloudy pupils, a big belly, and looked to be over sixty years old.

"Ha, is this strange cause of death again?"

The third officer scoffed, his face wrinkled with laughter, his yellow teeth covered with tea stains, and most of his hair falling out, and he was obviously not young anymore.

As they spoke, the three of them had reached the end of the hallway.

Turning the corner, the most striking thing is the completely blackened walls and ceiling, a disgusting smell of plastic and burnt protein mixed into the nasal passages.

In the middle of the charred walls, the remains of a burnt wall-mounted hair dryer came into view, like a crumpled mass of white wax. The plastic that was dripping down was fixed in mid-air, and it looked quite artistic.

On the ground, a shapeless mass of coke swirled and twisted, like a twisted and deformed dry branch, still emitting a smoke screen that seemed to be nothing, and some translucent yellow oil stains could even be seen on the edges, and a smell of roasted meat came to the nose.

The young officer looked up and saw the blackened ** in the corner, where there seemed to be a pair of deep eyes watching him.

"Lao Chen, don't tell me, this woman just stood in place, watching herself being burned to death, not struggling, not running around, not even calling for help?"

Officer Yellowfang asked the swollen-eyed officer, surprised.

The swollen-eyed officer, that is, Lao Chen, nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"How do you rule out that he killed? This is also unreasonable! Officer Yellow Fang is still questioning.

The young police officer pointed at the ** and said, "Obviously, there is surveillance there, and everything must have been filmed." ”

Lao Chen nodded and said, "Yes." At the time of the incident, there was actually someone on duty in the monitoring room, but it was an eighty-five-year-old man, the kind who couldn't speak, and he was asleep at the time, so he didn't find out in time. ”

"What's in the video?" Officer Yellow Fang continued to ask.

"At 5:40 p.m., the woman came out of the room in her nightgown, her hair was wet, and she looked like she was going to use the public hair dryer in the hallway to blow her hair." Lao Chen said, "She was still holding a perm stick in her hand at the time, and she was probably going to do styling by the way after drying her hair to prepare for the evening's work." ”

"At first, everything was normal, she was looking in the mirror and blowing her hair, about ten minutes later, she plugged in the power of the perm stick and started perming her hair, and something strange happened at this time."

She curled her hair over the ironing stick, and the steam began to emerge from her hair, which was visibly curled. She should have changed a strand of her hair, but she didn't, and stood there until the steam came out louder and whiter, and then her hair turned red like a short-circuited fuse, and at last burst blue flames burst out on the ground. ”

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and soon her whole head turned into a red fireball. Lao Chen said with palpitations, and couldn't help but snort, "In the video, you can see her being burned to the point that her skin and flesh are turned up, constantly dripping oil, and finally melted directly into a ball of meat puree, and the woman stood motionless during the whole process!" Good guys, I really admire it. ”

After finishing speaking, Lao Chen exhaled and pointed to the ceiling: "You see, the floor slabs have burned through a hole. ”

After listening to Lao Chen's narration, the young police officer pondered for a moment and asked, "What is the mental condition of the deceased in the video?" Have her medical records been checked? As he spoke, putting on gloves and shoe covers, he walked into the room where the deceased had lived.

Officer Yellowtooth followed him into the room, and a strong smell of perfume hit his nose, making him choke a little.

Lao Chen, who walked at the end, replied: "It's adjusted, there is no history of psychiatric heredity, no history of psychological diagnosis, and no antidepressants or **, the medicines in her house have been checked one by one, all of them are some antibiotics and contraceptives." She looks pretty normal in the video, and she's still humming when she blows her hair! ”

The young officer walked around the room and finally stopped at the head of the bed in the bedroom, where an entire wall was plastered with posters of various sizes.

The posters depict people in the same band, four young men dressed in wild clothes, wearing heavy makeup and exaggerated and glaring costumes, gesturing to the camera.

"I know this band." The yellow-toothed officer behind him suddenly spoke, "A few ungrateful rabbit cubs who don't know the height of the sky, curse us old guys all day long, if I meet them one day, I must educate them well." ”

"The shelves over there are full of the band's records." The young police officer pointed to the opposite side, "It seems to be called Hepai, right?" ”

"No, I think it's a cult organization in the name of a band, which specializes in brainwashing young people!" Lao Chen also joined the conversation, and he sighed, "My grandson likes them too, and he hardly talks to me now." ”

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little dreary.

"Xiao Luo, what do you think of this case?" Eventually, Officer Yellow Fang broke the silence and looked at the young officer.

Luo Zhen shook his head and pondered for a moment: "Recently, there have been a series of unreasonable but obvious suicide cases like this, the deceased committed suicide in a variety of strange ways, but almost all of them have clear evidence such as surveillance or eyewitnesses. ”

"But no, do you remember the person who died on Ping'an Street last time? Washing your face and suffocating yourself to death in the basin, what a hell! It's all big. There was no police force at all, and I didn't go home for two weeks! Lao Chen said, "High blood pressure is about to be committed!" ”

Officer Yellowtooth chimed in: "I can't hold this old bone anymore, what can I do?" My retirement application has been rejected eight times! ”

Luo Zhen patted Lao Chen's shoulder, "I'll write the report, I'll go back to the bureau now to record a confession for the witnesses, you and Lao Li will go to dinner first!" ”

…

On the way back to the police station, Luo Zhen held the steering wheel with a heavy heart.

It was not only the recent series of strange cases that bothered him, but also his old father, whose dementia was getting worse.

After divorcing his wife, his son was raised by the woman, and he moved to a low-rent house with his father-in-law.

Recalling the day of the divorce decree, he went home to pack his things, but found his father-in-law who had been kicked out by his wife at the door, pitifully holding a duffel bag.

Neighbors come and go, but they all turn a blind eye.

Without much hesitation, he took his old father-in-law's hand and took him straight home.

Recently, the old father has become more and more confused, he is busy with work, it is impossible to take care of him every day, but he is also unwilling to send the old man to a nursing home with a poor environment.

In his distraction, the red light came on, and he gently stepped on the brakes.

A procession of young men in fancy costumes is marching, wearing ugly masks, holding aloft small green flags and pulling eye-catching banners with the inscription "Lighten the burden of society, moths do it themselves!" ”

Luo Zhen sighed, lit a cigarette and smoked.

The phone rang suddenly.

"Luo Zhen, your son is gone!"

The ex-wife's shrill scream was very harsh, and Luo Zhen's heartbeat suddenly lost its beat.

"What? What's going on, you say more detailed! Luo Zhen asked loudly on the phone.

"I looked at the call logs, and my son had a phone call with the old immortal, and then he was gone." The ex-wife exclaimed excitedly, "Where do you live, I'm going to ask the old immortal where he hid my son!" ”

The green light is on.

Luo Zhen hung up the phone irritably and stepped on the accelerator.