Chapter 189

But the slightly higher security guard who dozed off at one side attracted Chu Lingfeng's attention.

If the person who left the shoe print in the women's bathroom is not a flying head or a monster who can go through the wall, but a normal person, then the dozing security guard is more or less suspected. However, of course, it can't be judged by his height that he slipped into the women's restroom to make a fool of himself, and it's Chu Lingfeng's height calculated by himself.

Also at this time, the security guard who looked a little short found Chu Lingfeng four people, walked over and asked: "who are you, please?"

Zhao Rentian took out a piece of the most common police certificate from his arms. When he asked him to tell the story of the ghost, his face turned pale and his body trembled. It took a long time for him to begin to describe his terrible experience.

"It was my second day at work, and it was also my first night shift. I was patrolling every floor normally, and suddenly I found something moving in the toilet on the 15th floor."

"Because I heard the sound, I went in to check. There is no water mark on the floor. It should not be the water pipe leaking. I think it should be the faucet, so I went to the wash basin to check, and found that all the faucets were OK. I wonder if the water tank of the toilet is leaking. When I was about to go to have a look, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a green light spot on the mirror. I couldn't help but excite myself and look up slowly. "

"That's when I saw in the mirror a gray black humanoid object slowly emerging from the floor of the door. The green spot was its eyes. Because the light is so dark, I can't see what it is, but it's enough to scare me to death. "

"At this time, fear makes my body completely immobile. I close my eyes and try to comfort myself. Maybe it's just a mistake. In fact, there's nothing behind me. Then clench your teeth, suddenly turn around, open your eyes, and shine a flashlight at the location of each other's eyes. A beautiful female face suddenly appears in front of me. "

"Although it's good to see a pretty woman in the middle of the night, this woman is too weird."

"Her head is very clean, so clean that there is no dust, but the place below her neck is full of cement slurry that has not yet set. These cement slurry slip from her body to the ground, making a strange sound that leads me. With a sly smile, she came up to me, stretched out her arm full of cement, and said very plaintively, "come and have a chat with me! I'm lonely by myself... "

"Then I passed out. Until today, the people in their daily newspaper found me lying there with shoe prints in the toilet. Otherwise, people would suspect that I was lazy." With that, the shorter security guard unconsciously glanced at the tall one on one side. It was obvious that the tall one had something to do with it, otherwise it would not have been so presumptuous at work.

This trip did not collect any clues, so Chu Lingfeng said to the other three people: "we didn't find any clues during the day, so we'd better come over at night and meet the Banshee in person."

Chu Lingfeng's words have been affirmed by the other three people. Since he can't get any useful information from others, it's better to face the Banshee by himself.

After asking for the contact information of the security guard, Chu Lingfeng left, but they didn't go far. Instead, they opened two rooms in the hotel to rest.

When it was getting dark, about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, four people came to the 15th floor of the building again, but unexpectedly found the body of a man.

Chu Lingfeng observed for a while, turned to three people and said: "it is preliminarily estimated that the cause of death is drowning. There are signs of subcutaneous hemorrhage in the hindbrain, which should have been drowned by being pressed in the washing basin. Because the subcutaneous bleeding is very obvious, so I think the killer is a strong adult male, but yesterday's security guard has nothing to do, why today's man died. "

Only then did they find that there were traces of water and a small amount of cement on the ground. Although they were very messy, they could see two kinds of shoe prints, one large and one small. The big one should belong to the dead, while the small one should belong to the "cement Banshee" according to the shoe size and pattern. The grid of the air-conditioning outlet on the ceiling fell to the ground, which was obviously the cement Banshee again.

Just when a few people wanted to see the situation again, they found that the darkroom door on one side was actually open, and there were no photos and films in it.

Since the door of the darkroom was open, he should have come to redevelop the photos. However, now there are not only no photos in the darkroom, not even a negative. It is obvious that the murderer has taken them away. But what does the legendary cement Banshee want to do with negatives?

But just at this time, there was a loud noise in the daily. The four of them looked at each other and didn't care about the strange dark room.

When the four arrived, the body of a middle-aged man was lying beside his desk. There were three chairs beside the body, two of them standing side by side, and the other one lying upside down. A lot of cement slurry was scattered on the chair, the dead and the surrounding ground. There is an air conditioner air outlet right above the chair, and the grid has been removed and dropped beside the chair. The top of the desk is a little messy, one of the drawers is not completely closed, and the key is still in the keyhole. The computer on the desktop is still on, but it has entered the screen saver state.

The neck of the corpse was covered with a red wire about the thickness of chopsticks and stained with cement. It was deeply immersed in the skin, and the skin in contact with the wire was dark purple. The dead man's eyes were protruding, his tongue was outstretched, his face was blue, and he looked like he could not die. It was very frightening. We can know that the victim was strangled by wires only by the signs at the scene, but there was no obvious sign of fighting at the scene.

It's impossible for a man with a strangled neck not to struggle unless he's hoisted, but there's no hook on the ceiling to lift him. If you want to hang someone, I'm afraid you can only use the vent, plus the cement everywhere, the biggest suspect is of course the cement Banshee.

Fortunately, this time there was a witness, pan Zhongxiang, the editor in chief of the daily. His hand shaking with a cigarette was so severe that he looked at several people with lingering fear, and then he was relieved.

Chu Lingfeng didn't hesitate. He went to editor pan and said, "editor pan, can you tell us everything you know?"

Editor in chief pan nodded his head, lit a cigarette again, took a fierce breath, and then told Chu Lingfeng four of the story with a trill.