Five days later.

In a commercial office building somewhere in Jiangcheng.

Seeing the police accident investigation report on the computer screen, Song Hengtai of Hengtai Real Estate raised his eyebrows.

This is the accident investigation report of the Jiangcheng fire case that occurred a few days ago.

According to the investigation of the fire and police, the root cause of the fire was the fire on the electrical circuit on the first floor due to lack of maintenance and overload, and at the same time, Song Zhongwei of Hengtai Real Estate, the owner of the building, had an argument with Liu Wan, a resident on the fourth floor, and the mistake led to Liu Wan's death.

The key testimony in the case was provided by the resident Wang Ke of Room 402 who was rescued by the fire, who moved into the building on the morning of the fire and broke out in the evening.

At the bottom of the report, countless messages poured in.

[I guessed correctly, it's not that simple! 】

[This case is outrageous, unprecedented! 】

[So if the landlord didn't have an argument with the tenant and didn't kill someone, how many more people could have escaped from the building? 】

[I blamed Wang, it turns out that he also saved people! ] 】

[So why were so many people spraying Wang before, do they have evidence, I'm afraid it's not a water army sent by the real estate company? ] 】

[Indeed, although this fire is an accident, the landlord must be responsible, and the aging circuit should be repaired! 】

[I now strongly suspect that the landlord bought the water army before and wanted to blame Wang, so I suggest that the police comrades strictly investigate. 】

[Flipping through the news, this Hengtai Real Estate has only made a fortune in recent years, and then fell into a financial crisis because of debt problems, is it because it wants to rely on the insurance compensation of this building to turn over? 】

[I thought that the public opinion on the Internet was a bit strange, how could it be inexplicably rhythmic, now that I think about it, it is estimated that the water army is doing it! ] 】

[Brothers, I checked the previous accounts that slandered Lao Wang, and found that these accounts are old rhythm masters, and they must be water armies bought by real estate developers! ] 】

[There is no mention in this notice of how Song and Liu quarreled, is it really the same as in that novel, it was Song who asked Liu to help raise the little ghost? ] 】

[Don't fix these feudal superstitions, let's see what Hengtai Real Estate says! ] 】

[So that novel was really written by Wang Mou to the author, and it was so restoring the truth! ] 】

[That's it, yes, manslaughter is also homicide, this can't be checked carefully? 】

These comments spread on the computer screen, and Song Hengtai suddenly found that the lead-black text crawled out of the monitor as if it had its own vitality, along the table, and into his arm, a little under the skin, twitching in the veins.

His eyes widened, and the unbelievable image creeped his bones.

Although before this, he had seen the old man of the Liu family cast some spells that surpassed common sense, but when the terrifying, frightened, and weird insects kept pouring out of the computer screen and were about to drown him, Song Hengtai really felt desperate.

The owner of the real estate company fell from his chair to the ground, and he crawled to the window, only to feel that it was dark around him.

Song Hengtai looked up at the sky.

He found that a black mist similar to that of the insects shrouded the sky, and from infinity high, it seemed that something was brewing and was about to break through the earth.

Countless whispers occupied Song Hengtai's consciousness, he didn't have the corresponding knowledge, if Zhou Mingke or Du Ruo were here, he would definitely sigh lightly.

"This is the rabble."

Those who use public opinion to fuel the flames will inevitably be eaten up by public opinion.

Song Hengtai felt suffocated, he felt that he was about to lose his mind, and he could only pray to the non-existent gods.

The next moment, he felt a chill down his spine, as if he was being targeted by something.

Whew-

There was really a breath blowing from the back of his neck, and Song Hengtai couldn't help but turn his head.

The whisper echoing in my ears was finally audible, forming a low, indifferent word.

"You see me."

Whoosh –

Barely breathless, he was lifted up by some kind of invisible rope.

Song Hengtai grabbed the invisible rope at his neck with both hands, and kicked hard with his legs, but he could only kick into the air.

Time and space became ambiguous at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the office had become empty.

And under a brand-new street lamp at the entrance of Hengtai Real Estate, Song Hengtai was hung on it, his legs stiff, motionless, staring straight at passers-by coming and going.

None of those passers-by noticed this scene, and they just continued to rush about life.

...

...

The case is closed.

Cui Yi'an had just finished the meeting, and he was praised by the leaders, and even the master who had been promoted before specially called to praise him.

But is it really over?

He repeatedly checked the case records, and always felt that there were many strange suspicions.

For example, why did Song Zhongwei and Liu Wan have a dispute, why did those residents go to watch because of this, they didn't even find out that there was a fire, Wang Ke rescued a person, why didn't he escape, etc., so many questions lingered in Cui Yi'an's heart.

But the more he looked, the more he felt that there was nothing wrong with these places.

Real cases cannot be the same as in mystery novels, everything has a completely logical answer, and many times the situation is complicated, and it is normal to feel coincidences.

Cui Yi'an walked out of the conference room and walked towards the office with his colleagues.

A leader walked in front of him, and there was a woman beside the leader, who combed a waist-length three-strand braid, her hair was thick as ink, and there was a bit of fox-like charm between her eyebrows and eyes, which made people involuntarily pay attention to it.

Cui Yi'an felt that the other party was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He sorted out the files, and drove to the First People's Hospital of Jiangcheng City with his colleagues.

The only survivor of the case was treated here, and was transferred back to the intensive care unit from the intensive care unit only two days ago.

Cui Yi'an came to visit the injured this time, and asked some more questions by the way, not in the case file, but in an attempt to answer his doubts.

When he entered the ward, he saw a young man in his early twenties sitting on a bed with a book in his hand, entitled "The Rabble."

"How's it going, how are you doing?"

Cui Yi'an asked, he and the other party were already familiar with each other, and knew that this was a recent college graduate.

"Hmm."

The boy nodded, I don't know if it was caused by an accident, he is quieter than his peers, and he didn't rush to scroll through his phone after waking up, and has been reading various books for the past few days.

"Today's report on the case has been announced, and you should be able to contact your family normally, rest assured, we have protected your information, and the reporter will not know who you are."

Cui Yi'an patted the other party's shoulder.

"I see."

The boy bowed his head.

The two chatted for a while before Cui Yi'an picked up a phone call and got up to leave.

When he left, the boy picked up the book he had read again, his fingers resting on the pages, but his eyes focused on the void.

"Wan'er, I will help you avenge your revenge."

He muttered to himself, towards someone who didn't exist.

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