The Underworld Detective

Wang Ai Dynasty said: “I'll go find Li Jinfeng and get it back. ”

Huang Xiaotao nodded. “Okay, keep an eye on him. Don't do anything stupid. ”

After Wang Ai left, I patted Huang Xiaotao's shoulder and said to her: "Let's analyze the clues in this recording! ”

We got the tech team, transcribed the recording into digital files, parsed the audio, and we were listening to it over and over again.

On several occasions, I put forward an idea: "From the way two girls call for help, they don't seem to be together, and this recording should be recorded separately. ”

Sun Bingxin said: "Does that mean that if we find one, the other will be killed? ”

I nodded: "Very likely! ”

Sounds like you can't dig up more clues. The audio can provide too little information than the video. Everyone is a little nervous. Huang Xiaotao sent someone to buy a bunch of sweets and eat them to make you feel a little better.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a small police officer from the technical team rushed in and said: "Audio parsing is complete. ”

“Bring it here!” Huang Xiaotao.

He moved the computer, connected the projector, and the audio was turned into a few visible peaks, and the technician pointed to a very obvious fracture and said, "There are obvious clip marks here. ”

Saying that he played it, it turns out that the voices of the two girls calling for help were stitched together and they weren't together.

In the background sound of the mayor's daughter, you can hear some cars, and there's a low-frequency sound that people can't hear, and we're guessing there might be some big machines around.

In the background sound of Li Jinfeng's daughter, there was a regular water sound, which seemed to drip over the iron skin, and there was a rushing metal banging sound, as well as birds screaming, like pigeons.

We spread out a smart map of the windshield market, discussing where the sound source might be, where there are cars, large machines, drains, like cow hair, and there is no clue. At least whoever has pigeons needs a lot of energy to investigate, and 12 hours is not enough.

Time passed, and it was already night. I was going to freak out. Huang Xiaotao stood up and said: “Go out and relax and change your mind. ”

I shook my head: "Why don't you guys go to dinner, I want to be alone for a while. ”

"'I'll bring you one,' said Huang Xiaotao. ”

After everyone left, it was just me and Song Xingsheng. I took off a giant windshield market map hanging on the wall, stalled it on the table, quickly labeled it with a pen, and set a time on my phone to take a vial out of my arms and fall asleep.

Song Xingxing's eyes changed: “Young master intends to use the act? This case is not typical enough, I'm afraid, to show the results. ”

I said helplessly, "I know it didn't work out, but I can only try it now. ”

Song Xingsheng cautioned: "Don't overdo it! ”

I turned on the audio on the computer, took a deep breath into the dream, and the dream dissipation created some real hallucinations, like a girl's cry for help in her ear--

“Help me, help me! Hello?”

It was like I saw a girl with scales hanging from a room beam, a rotten tail building where you could see a main road in the distance, and the picture seemed real, but the distinction was blurred.

And then the second piece of audio: "Somebody help me, please, put me down! ”

I saw a thin, pale girl hanging in a dark attic, a bunch of pigeons flying through the window, a leaking pipe dripping water, hitting the iron skin...

“Wake up! Wake up!" Song Xingsheng kept slapping me in the cheek and waking me out of my hallucinations.

I felt a strong nausea and vomited a few times. Song Xingsheng warned: "You smoke too much, this drug is very bad for your body... see what? ”

Dream dissipation is highly suggestive, and I'm not sure what I see is true. The two pieces of audio leave too little information to do anything about it.

I suddenly wondered if there was information hidden elsewhere.

I sat in front of the computer, listening from the very beginning, and the effects of dreaming were still a little residual, and those voices came into my brain, and some images appeared, but they broke apart, and nothing could be captured.

Soon, after listening to the entire audio, I had a headache and had no clue. I'm going to listen again, and when I drag the progress bar, it turns out that the entire recording is less than ten minutes away.

I have never bought a tape, I don't know how long it usually is, so I asked Song Xingsheng, and he replied: "It's usually about half an hour. ”

I immediately stood up and ran to the tech team. The tape was placed in a tape recorder, and I took it out and looked at it repeatedly, and I found a cone to open it carefully, and I studied it with the eye of a hole.

The magnetic strip inside is very short. It has been cut. It has some powder on it, like plaster or lime. There is a small drop of sticky stuff on the inside of the cassette shell. This needs to be tested by Sun Bingxin to know what it is.

I put the removed tape in an evidence bag and was going to ask Sun Bingxin to hurry back. Suddenly there was a shock coming from the outside, a wave sweeping under his feet, shaking the windows in the house.

Song Xingsheng and I came outside and saw the fire not far away. I asked Captain Zheng what happened outside the door. He said he did not know that there had just been a sudden explosion and someone had been sent to investigate.

I was worried about Huang Xiaotao and the others, so I dialed her phone, but I couldn't get through, and Sun Bingxin couldn't get through.

“Go, go check it out! ”

Song Xingsheng and I rushed there quickly. The explosion was a hotel, the whole house was collapsed in half, the ground was full of burnt bricks, table and chair fragments, the police who came one step ahead were helping the wounded, it was not clear whether anyone was dead.

I looked around with the eyes of a hole and suddenly I saw a pair of women's sports shoes in a pile of stones. I suddenly bled onto the top of my skull and jumped on it and frantically ripped off the broken brick. Without a doubt, the leather shoes belonged to Huang Xiao Peach.

I felt a bit sour in my eyes, but I held back and asked the police to come and look for me.

“What's going on?” A familiar voice came.

Looking back, Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin stood there. They were both grey-headed, uncrowned and burnt-headed, as if they had just escaped, and there were several chefs with them. There was a chef with color on his forehead and a bleeding face, and I noticed that Huang Xiao Peach had no shoes on his right leg.

I stood up and rushed over excitedly, although I wanted to hug her, but it prevented others from being present, so I grabbed her hands instead: “Great, I thought something had happened to you, it scared the hell out of me! ”

Sun Bingxin exhaled and said: “Thanks to Sister Peach's quick reaction, otherwise we are now fragmented. ”

Huang Xiaotao coldly said: "King Jing's men have finally begun to kill us! ”