Seeing this photo that was extremely hidden, I had to doubt Qiao Wei's judgment that there was no yin qi in this room.

Obviously, Zhang Lu knew the goddess, and I was almost certain that the goddess was dead, and she had become a ghost, and this ghost had become a "god" for some reason to deceive people, so that God's followers could punish those wicked.

Who is this woman? When did she die? When did he become God? Could she be related to Daniel Brown as well? A series of questions are focused on this mysterious woman, and it seems that as long as you find out her identity, then all the problems will be solved!

Qiao Wei and I took a closer look at the two people in the photo, and also looked at the background.

In the photo, Zhang Lu's style of dressing is similar to now, but the face is obviously much younger, or it should be more appropriate to describe it with the word immature, and it is estimated that it is very likely that this photo was taken when she was in college. The "goddess" next to Zhang Lu looks much more mature, and it is basically the same as the goddess I saw before.

According to Qiao Wei's theory, the ghost's appearance will most of the time remain the same as when she died.

Whether you want to or not, whether you look in the mirror often or not, you will only have an impression of your recent appearance, and even if you are old, you will still remember your old appearance now, and think that it is you, and you will maintain the appearance of an "old ghost" after death.

Qiao Wei has not studied that weishenme will be like this, but based on the confession I made to Dongfu God before, I can probably figure out the principle of it.

Ghosts and gods are similar in the form of electromagnetic waves and bioelectric signals, which preserve memories of their appearance before death. Some people can see ghosts, because the brain waves of these people are very close to the wavelength of the soul, and the ghosts they see are actually just the embodiment of the information stored in the ghost's electromagnetic waves.

As for the Yin Yang Ghost Technique that Qiao Wei mastered, I think it was probably a trick to forcibly change the wavelength of the ghost's electromagnetic waves.

These "pseudo-scientific" theories didn't stay in my mind for long, after all, I didn't study ghosts, nor did I want to research and develop yin-yang ghost arts, I just wanted to be sure of one thing, that is, when the "goddess" died. And from this photograph, I can basically deduce the time of the death of the "goddess" - ten years ago, or even earlier.

At this time, Qiao Wei also pointed to the building behind the photo and said: "I seem to have some impression of this house, and I always feel that it seems to be near my home." ”

"Isn't it? Such a coincidence? ”

"It's not a coincidence, my house is in the same district as Zhang Lu's house, and this house should be a place where Zhang Lu frequents."

"Can you find it?" I asked.

Qiao Wei thought for a while, "It should be about the same, anyway, there is plenty of time, let's go find it first." ”

"Let's go!"

After speaking, I put the photo of Zhang Lu and the goddess in my jacket pocket, and Qiao Wei also closed and locked the box and put it back under the cabinet. The two of us briefly looked around the house again, and after making sure that there were no obvious signs of intrusion, we opened the door and left Zhang Lu's house.

As for whether Zhang Lu will find out that someone has entered her house, whether he will call the police or something, it is no longer within our consideration.

Qiao Wei found his destination all the way according to his own impressions.

It was a small, ordinary-looking three-storey grey building, the kind of buildings that can be found everywhere in London, and there was nothing special about it, but a signboard protruding above the gate on the first floor was particularly eye-catching, and it looked like a medieval tavern.

In addition, there is a church less than 30 meters to the right of this building, and even at this late age I can still see people entering and exiting the church door.

I took the photos out of my pocket and compared them.

Sure enough, the signboard is clearly visible in the background of the photo, and the metal fence outside the church can be seen on the far right of the photo.

I guess that's it.

Qiao Wei and I got out of the car and went to the door of the three-story building, and we could clearly see inside through the glass. Inside was a square hall in which many people sat in rows, and there was a podium at the front, on which a long-haired black woman was talking.

"It's supposed to be a mutual aid society." Qiao Wei also said while looking in.

"Mutual Aid Society?"

I'm not very familiar with this term, but I seem to see a lot of people in foreign movies and TV dramas who need to quit their addiction join some non-governmental groups, and they get together regularly to share some sad memories and so on, but there don't seem to be such organizations in China, or maybe there are just I don't know.

"It's like a kind of non-governmental spontaneous psychological counseling organization, but there aren't many people in China...... Qiao Wei also briefly explained to me about the mutual aid association, which is basically the same as I thought.

The two of us were talking at the door, when suddenly the door opened softly from the inside, and a middle-aged woman in her forties came out and asked, "Hello, do you want to come in?" ”

"No, no, no!" Qiao Wei hurriedly waved his hand, then took the photo from my hand, and asked while showing it to the middle-aged woman, "I want to ask, do you know these two people in the photo?" This must have been a photo from 10 years ago. ”

"I'll take a look." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman also took out a pair of glasses from her jacket and put them on the bridge of her nose, and then looked at the photo carefully.

"I know, I'm too familiar with this......" The middle-aged woman suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, then raised her head and looked at us with strange eyes, and asked vigilantly: "Who are you, weishenme wants to inquire about the two of them?" ”

"We're not going to ask about the two of them, we're just going to ask about the girl on the right. On the left is our friend, her name is Zhang Lu, you see, we are all Chinese, do you want us to say a few words of Chinese to you? After saying that, Qiao Wei said a string of lama and mute tongue twisters in front of the middle-aged woman.

I also quickly cooperated and said a few words of Chinese.

At this time, the middle-aged woman seemed to believe Qiao Wei's words, and her expression softened, but she still did not answer Qiao Wei's previous question, and she looked very embarrassed.

"She seems to have some concerns, I won't say the word 'concern', you ask her, does Zhang Lu have any secrets that he wants her to help keep?" I said to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei nodded at me, and then relayed my words in English to the middle-aged woman.

After hearing this, the middle-aged woman looked at me, then at Qiao Wei, zuihou sighed softly, and said a lot of words in a slightly sad voice that I don't often hear, Qiao Wei frowned for a moment, and then helped me translate: "This is indeed a mutual aid association, the purpose is to help those who have been sexually assaulted to come out of the shadows." ”

"So Zhang Lu was sexually assaulted?" I was surprised.

"It seems that it should be, she probably knows the goddess here." Qiao Wei said as he nodded.

At this moment, a strange idea suddenly popped up in my mind - Zhang Lu may be the target of Bob Quinn's sexual assault, and he is one of the first victims of Bob Quinn's evolution from rapist to murderer!