radicalducati Chapter 66 What should have come didn't, and what shouldn't have come did.
Chapter 66 What should have come didn't, and what shouldn't have come did.
"Li Wan...I don't know her!" Chen Ming couldn't help but ask.
"Auntie... everyone in this building knows about that case... that dream..."
"Old lady! Young man... Am I that old?" The woman seemed very dissatisfied with Chen Ming's words.
"Oh no... Big... Big Sister!" Chen Ming felt a little uneasy under the woman's gaze and quickly searched for another title in his mind.
Unexpectedly, his words only made the other party more unhappy.
"Who's your elder sister! My seniority... isn't that low!" After saying that, she glanced at the other elderly people.
The group remained silent and indifferent.
"Alright... You're an elder, so please don't make things difficult for us police officers!" Cheng Jing pushed Chen Ming aside. "Whether you recognize this place or not, the murder that happened in this house thirteen years ago still exists, as does the murder that shocked the entire city and was broadcast live online this morning... You can say you don't know, but our evidence is conclusive; a murder did happen here. You need to cooperate with the police in the investigation... and evidence collection!"
Cheng Jing emphasized the words "evidence collection," and she noticed that the woman's eyes seemed to shrink slightly.
But it was only a fleeting expression; the woman immediately waved her hand.
A perfectly timed look of confusion crossed her face. "Who is that? Officer, we haven't heard of any of these cases you're talking about. We're just ordinary citizens."
"Chen Ming, stop dawdling and quickly check your documents and verify your identity!" Cheng Jing turned to Chen Ming, who was still in a daze, and said.
Chen Ming nodded and began checking the ID cards one by one.
The four elderly people were very cooperative, and they all took out their real local ID cards. They were all over seventy years old and their addresses were located in other neighborhoods near Anpingli.
The woman also took out her ID card and handed it to Chen Ming in a generous manner. The ID card showed that her name was Wang Xiufang, she was fifty-two years old, her registered residence was in a neighboring city, and her temporary residence address was... Room 403, Building 7, Anpingli!
"What about the lease agreement?"
Fangjie took out a copy from a drawer next to her. The lease had been in effect for seven years, with annual renewals, and the latest contract was valid until the end of next year. Chen Ming noticed that the landlord was a man named "Zhao Dezhu," and the contact number was a landline.
Everything seemed... legal, reasonable, and ordinary.
Two young police officers began searching the room.
They checked the cabinets, under the bed, the bathroom, the kitchen... The room was very clean, and apart from the elderly man's daily necessities, some old furniture, mahjong tiles and tea sets, they found no suspicious items.
There was no computer, no live-streaming equipment, no murder weapon, no bloodstains, not even a speck of dust.
The bed in the bedroom was neatly made, suggesting that it was frequently occupied.
It is a perfectly normal residence for the elderly.
It was nothing like the bloody prison and crime scene they had expected.
Cheng Jing stood there, feeling a chill creep up her body from her feet.
wrong.
Everything was wrong.
But it seems... right everywhere.
The bloodstains on the door were real, the old man's words were real, and Cheng Tan's experience was real.
But the room in front of them was real, and the identities of these people also seemed real.
Holding the body camera, Cheng Tan looked at it as if he were holding a monster.
"Have I traveled through time?" He turned to the policewoman staring at him with a serious expression, somewhat incoherently. "Can you prove who I am? Who are you? What dynasty is this? What period of history...?"
"Wearing your clothes... This is Jiangzhou City, your rented apartment building, last night? Today...?"
Cheng Jing seemed to be disturbed by Cheng Tan's question.
"Yes! And the walls... the floor... the basement..." Cheng Tan seemed to remember something again, shouted, and picked up the body camera again.
"You think... I didn't think of these things!" Cheng Jing snorted coldly, looking at Cheng Tan's anxious expression, she knew that the next look of astonishment would definitely appear.
really.
"Fuck..." A swear word burst out.
Immediately afterward, staring intently at the video, Cheng Tan's face turned deathly pale...
"The walls are intact... the floor is intact... the windows are not sealed... the doors are not sealed... there isn't even a nail mark!!! My God!" He kept muttering to himself, like a mental patient having a fit of hysteria.
"Time travel! You think you're watching a short video... My expression was exactly the same as yours!" Cheng Jing opened Cheng Tan's small refrigerator, rummaged through it, found two bottles of soda water, and handed one to Cheng Tan.
She unscrewed the cap and poured the ice water into her stomach.
Yes, following in the footsteps of my teammates, I looked around the room little by little, flipping through it, and gradually becoming lost in it...
The collapse of consciousness, the collapse of thought, and then, the collapse of all cognition...
Are there two 403 errors? Or... is it really a time warp?
No, impossible. The only explanation is that someone, with unimaginable energy and meticulousness, completely "replaced" this room in an extremely short time! They erased all traces, set up a completely new scene, and even arranged "actors"!
And those who can do this...
Cheng Jing's gaze met once again with that of the woman who called herself "Sister Fang".
Fang smiled slightly at her, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.
"Officer, are you done investigating?" Sister Fang put down her teacup, her tone still calm. "If there's nothing wrong, will we still be able to finish this hand of cards? Old Li has to go to the hospital for a check-up early tomorrow morning." She pointed to the slightly plump old man in the Tang suit.
Cheng Jing knew that she wouldn't be able to get any direct evidence here tonight.
The other side was too well prepared.
But she didn't come away empty-handed.
This "Sister Fang" is definitely not simple. Those old people may not be as indifferent as they seem. And the old man outside the door, those neighbors—his fear and his words must be the key to breaking through.
"Sorry to bother you," Cheng Jing finally said, ending her search for clues and even offering a slightly apologetic smile. "Perhaps the police report we received was incorrect, or the address was wrong. We're very sorry to have disturbed your rest. We'll leave now."
She gave Chen Ming and the others a wink.
The group slowly exited room 403.
Fang Jie stood up and saw them to the door, still wearing a polite smile: "It's alright, it's just the police officers' duty. Thank you for your hard work, take care."
The door slowly closed in front of Cheng Jing.
It shut out the warm lights and aroma of tea inside, throwing them back into the dark, cold, dusty, and rusty stairwell.
The moment the door closed, Cheng Jing seemed to hear Sister Fang mutter in a low voice inside, with a hint of laughter:
"...Those who should have come didn't, and those who shouldn't have come did."