Terror 602

Chapter 7

In the following investigation, several police officers searched repeatedly in Room 602, but they never found any bodies, murder weapons, or even a drop of blood. Xiao Zhang looked at Lao Chen in confusion, "Did we make a wrong judgment?"

Lao Chen shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Impossible, with such a strong smell of corpses and so many green flies, how could nothing have happened? We can only say that we haven't found any clues yet."

Xiao Zhang sighed, "But we have searched everywhere, and we can't even find the body of a mouse."

Lao Chen stared at the mess in the house and thought to himself that all possible places where the body might be hidden had been checked, including large and small cabinets, under the bed, corners, toilets and bathtubs, and even wall panels. There was indeed no sign of recent movement. "Where is it hidden?" The investigation was deadlocked, and everyone looked at Lao Chen helplessly.

"Check it again carefully." Lao Chen sighed, although he felt helpless in his heart.

The policemen were silent and began to disperse, searching every corner more carefully, opening every drawer, taking out every pocket of clothes, and even using wire to detect the rat hole in the corner of the wall, but still found nothing.

"It seems that the murderer is really a veteran." Xiao Zhang said angrily, "Another headless case."

Lao Chen sighed helplessly and waved his hand, "Forget it, everyone restore the things and leave." Then he turned to Su Yang and said, "Nothing was found, maybe we are just too suspicious."

Su Yang listened to something, and suddenly pointed to the 29-inch TV in the center of the living room, with a strange expression on his face, "There are people in it, killing people..."

Lao Chen was stunned, turned back and said to the team members: "Tear down the TV."

Several policemen quickly disassembled the outer shell of the TV, but there was nothing inside except normal parts. Lao Chen grabbed Su Yang's shoulders tightly and looked him in the eyes, "What did you see?"

"I didn't see anything." Su Yang looked dazed, "I just heard someone crying, begging me not to cut her head, it hurts. The sound came from the TV."

Xiao Zhang shrugged, "But you also saw that there was nothing inside. Is it an illusion again?"

"This is not an illusion!" Su Yang grabbed Xiao Zhang excitedly, "I really heard it, the sound was very thin, listen carefully, it's really there!"

Lao Chen interrupted, "You have been stimulated too much today, you should go back and eat something and rest. We will solve the case and notify you when the result comes out."

Su Yang withdrew his hand weakly, "Why don't you believe me?" He suddenly waved his hands and shouted in anger to the air, "But why did you come to me?"

Lao Chen winked at Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang understood, stepped forward to hug Su Yang, and tried to drag him out of the room. "Let me go, she's calling for help. Listen, she's screaming: 'Don't cut my head, it hurts!'" Su Yang struggled, and was eventually dragged out of Room 602 by Xiao Zhang.

Old Chen waited until all the police officers left the room, and finally scanned the room. When his eyes fell on the TV, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him. This feeling made him unprecedented in his more than 20 years of police service.

Old Chen slowly backed out of the door, thinking to himself: "It seems that this place is really going to become a haunted house."

Back in the bureau, Old Chen and Xiao Zhang just sat down when a colleague handed him a document, "Old Chen, the phone records you asked me to check this morning are out. This number was suspended due to arrears four months ago, and then reopened a month ago. It was the deceased Chen Lijuan. The latest call records show that the last text message she sent last night was at 12:50."

"Who sent the last text message?" Xiao Zhang asked, "Chen Lijuan had been killed at that time. Could it be Zhu Su's ghost? What is her relationship with Chen Lijuan?"

"Maybe it was to lead us to solve her injustice." Old Chen thought thoughtfully.

"Are you saying that Zhu Su is definitely dead?"

"It should be almost the same. Maybe the strong smell of corpse in room 602 is from her."

"How miserable." Xiao Zhang shook his head. "I wonder who has such a big grudge against her. If it is confirmed to be a homicide, where should we start? Should we find her body first, or find related suspects, such as her boyfriend?"

Lao Chen lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and waved his hand to disperse the smoke. "No, I think we can monitor Su Yang. He may be a good clue and may even lead us to find Zhu Su's body and the murderer. Of course, the premise is that he can withstand the test of fear."

"What if he can't withstand it?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"Then he might become another innocent victim."

Xiao Zhang muttered in a low voice, "Isn't this a ghost case? If we want to stop it from happening, aren't we becoming magicians?"

"Do you think this is a Hong Kong TV series? Are there really ghosts waiting for you to cast spells on them? What we are facing now is the inner demon, not a real ghost. Everyone has some suppressed dark sides in their hearts. Once affected by the external environment, they may have hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, or do incredible things, just like mental patients. Their living world is far away from our real world and immersed in self-imagination. But in fact, it is difficult to tell whether the world in the eyes of mental patients or normal people is closer to objective reality. Our eyes and ears often deceive us, just like the maze mentioned in Buddhism, and this maze is sometimes extremely powerful, enough to surpass our humanity and control."

"So what should we do now?" Xiao Zhang looked confused.

"I think you'd better go to sleep first and conserve your energy. We'll monitor Su Yang at night."

"Are you worried that he's in danger, or do you really think we can find clues from him?"

"Both. But to be honest, I'm afraid he'll really become the guide. Although that will help solve the mystery of Zhu Su, it may make Chen Lijuan's case even more confusing, and he might become the victim of another murder. Alas, it's a pity that some things are beyond our power to stop."

Old Chen threw the half-burned cigarette butt into the ashtray. His mood was like the cigarette butt, flickering, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away.