Zhou Ji stood outside the gate of the sanatorium, looking blankly at the window of Li Xiaoyue's room, and it seemed that he could still faintly hear shouting and noise in his ears, and he was puzzled.

It seems that the topic of the Black Book Company is really a taboo topic for special people who involve important cores. But then the question arises, where did they first learn how to contact Black Books?

Of course, there is certainly no one on the Internet. Zhou Ji had already reached out to the dark web when he was with several other case handlers at the beginning, but he couldn't find even a trace of urban legends. It stands to reason that this seems unlikely, and any supernatural event, whether true or not, will have its own traces, whether it is an urban legend such as a lanky ghost, or a spiritualist ritual such as a Bloody Mary. No matter where the original origins were, or how many centuries have passed, there are always traces. Because whether it's true or not, there are always survivors alive to tell these stories, right? Could it be that none of the people involved in the Black Book Company incident dared to stand up and put forward these four words, or were the rumors suppressed by the state?

But no matter how you think about it, there seem to be loopholes everywhere that can't be explained. Zhou Ji thought. It would never be said that there are no leakers in this world, unless everyone is dead or crazy. If the Black Books Company had a shadow everywhere more than a century ago, then it is impossible that all the people around those involved are ignorant of it, right? Still is...

Or is it because everyone who knows the inside story about this has gone wrong?

The blazing afternoon sun shone down overhead, but Zhou Ji shivered inexplicably. The face of reporter Xiao Zhou appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but regret leaving him alone. Thinking of this, Zhou Ji hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and entered a string of numbers, and when he pressed the last number, an all-black interface immediately popped up on the screen, and a string of text immediately appeared:

"Number 82 is connected to you."

"Hello sir, do you need any help?"

"Check the specific location and mobile phone number of Zhou Yanjun, the suspect in the Caifu death case who was released this morning."

"Okay... Zhou Yanjun's mobile phone number: 1354882XXXX, specific positioning... Hey, sir, the last location of this man in an hour cannot be ascertained. ”

"Location?" Zhou Ji frowned, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart. Because as far as he knew, as long as he carried any electronic equipment on his body, no one would be able to be in an unidentified state under the cover of Skynet satellites. Even as long as this person's figure appears in the monitoring line of any country shop, it is not a problem to locate it within three seconds, so how can the final location be unknown? What's more, it has only been 3 hours since he and Xiao Zhou were separated, and that section of the road is still the most monitored downtown area, even if the little reporter fell into the sewer while walking, and every part of the mobile phone was shattered, it is impossible to shoot it without surveillance?

Could it be that something happened to him as soon as he was separated?

"Extend the query time to less than 5 hours."

"Yes, sir."

The screen was silent for more than a dozen seconds.

"Sir, we've found out from the 16 cameras here that after your last contact with the suspect 3 hours and 8 minutes ago, all the cameras that could capture the suspect's location failed."

Zhou Ji's heart sank when he heard it. Sure enough, something really happened to the reporter.

In fact, these don't matter, Zhou Ji didn't feel any guilt about Xiao Zhou's disappearance, after all, this person's slippery personality may be 'dealt with' by those above in a few days. And there is not much useful information that can be obtained from him, but it is infuriating that he has made the same mistake as Li Tang: he thinks that the suspect is already relatively safe, and he can temporarily put a long line to catch a big fish and deal with other things, which causes them to lose the bait to lure the real criminal.

It's useless to think too much. Zhou Ji sighed:

"Forget it. Put this aside, check the Drunken Xiang Pavilion first, Li Xiaoyue. ”

"Sir, there are now a total of 678 shops in the world named Zuixiang Pavilion and an employee named Li Xiaoyue, including red light districts, antique shops, aromatherapy shops, etc., each distributed in 467 regions such as Vietnam, Indonesia, Laos, Paris, Washington, etc., which one are you looking for?"

Zhou Ji was choked, "What I'm looking for is Chinese, in China, about 35 years old." ”

"There are 162 shops called Zuixiang Pavilion in the country, and 44 of them employ Li Xiaoyue, who is about 35 years old. You..."

"Height 158, weight 120, measurements 77, 65, 86, single eyelids, thin lips, dyed brown hair, wearing a pair of Chanel17 spring new stud earrings, how many more?" Zhou Ji impatiently said all the details of Li Xiaoyue in his mind in one breath, thinking that this time it would always be confirmed, but he didn't expect to get such an answer:

"Sir, no."

"None? How can it be? How long is it that you are looking for? Zhou Ji said strangely.

"Considering that you said that the person was about 35 years old .... I've been checking for nearly 40 years, even if this person was hired by Zuixiang Pavilion just after birth, I can find out, but there are no search results. Is the information wrong? ”

Zhou Ji thought for a moment. There is indeed this possibility, and Li Xiaoyue may be trying to mislead herself. "Then search for marriage information related to Wang Desheng's wife Li Xiaoyue."

“... Got it, sir. This person went to the news section of a small place in Inner Mongolia 3 years ago, and it was a search revelation, but the final information showed that the person had already died due to a stumble and fell into the water, but the identity information had not been cancelled, and someone should have fraudulently used his identity to register with Wang. ”

"What? He's dead? "Zhou Ji is unbelievable, could it be that this Li Xiaoyue is not only a problem during the period of time she was with Wang Desheng, but has long been associated with some strange events?" Send me a photo of the dead Li Xiaoyue. ”

"Ding-dong."

A series of pictures immediately appeared on the screen of Zhou Ji's mobile phone, which not only included details of Li Xiaoyue's body from 360 degrees from various angles, but also a photo of her with her parents and grandmother since she was a child, but there were no more faces on the photo. But when I saw the photo of Li Xiaoyue when she was about 10 years old, the only person who often took photos with her was her grandmother, and she didn't have to think about it to know that the couple had an accident and disappeared or died. But looking down further, until the last photo taken at the age of 22 three years ago, there was no clue.

Zhou Ji was a little disappointed. Although Li Xiaoyue in the photo is somewhat similar to Li Xiaoyue in a mental hospital now, it is not the same because this Li Xiaoyue went for a full range of plastic surgery in order to perfectly replace the dead Li Xiaoyue. If that's the case, it's not easy to do, who knows where this madman Li Xiaoyue came out of now, and from which country and which black clinic did he come from? Obviously, it can't be found, otherwise No. 82 would have passed the information to him a long time ago.

When I was worried, I only heard another ding dong on my mobile phone, and the latest news from No. 82 came to the screen:

"I think you'll ask me for information about this person's family, so I'll pass it on to you when I find it."

At this time, Zhou Ji had no hope for this, he casually swiped his finger across the screen, but was suddenly stunned when a picture jumped into his eyes.