Chapter 219:

The original clean and bright elevator room was like a picture-in-picture under the strong magnetic field of Van Gogh. It slowly peeled off the surface color and restored another look. It is filled with a secluded green light, giving people a feeling of infinite suppression, no flowing air, no excess sound, only mottled and dead.
Just standing at the door and glancing at the door, Meng Zhong and others felt an unspeakable suffocation, and how terrified and desperate were the people who were really imprisoned by it?
No one dared to walk in and check, even Lin Nianen and Lin Nianci, who charged a high labor fee, stood blankly in the corner of the corridor and did not dare to approach. Song Rui wanted to go in, but his body was blocked by an invisible magnetic field. He could only call the technicians of the elevator maintenance center to let them remotely close the elevator doors, hoping that the monitoring head could take pictures of the inner walls of the doors.
Fangallo used his own magnetic field to lock the folding space firmly, but also felt its crumbling. The collision of two magnetic fields is like two bullets fighting against each other. You don't know which bullet will burst first, and you don't know which bullet will deviate from the trajectory.
But it is obvious that the magnetic field of Van Gogh is stronger. When he took this space, the strong pressure he brought also caused it to collapse. In the little time left, he was still feeling, and then slowly described: "When Miss Jiang gradually approached death, the murderer is here."
Hearing what he said, Lin Nianci felt so relieved somehow. Anyway, her psychic is not completely wrong, even if she has no face now.
"But there is no entity." Van Gaal added immediately, "He is a evil thought, a pair of peeping eyes, a mad mouth. I can feel his joy, when Miss Jiang's suffering and despair step As he stepped deeper, his sense of pleasure was climbing. He was communicating with her— "
Fangalo's reaction came to an abrupt end, replaced by regret and sigh: "I have no time to listen to his words, this space is about to collapse."
As soon as his words fell, there was a crack in the tragic green scroll full of mottled rust and blood stains. In the gap of this crack, there was a dark nirvana that swallowed everything and a burning white light burst. The shot made everyone turn their heads, covering their eyes and daring not look straight.
This sudden change happened quietly, but it seemed as though the crunchy sound of the broken glass and the roar of the collapse of the skyscraper. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared, leaving no trace, and the elevator room was restored to its previous cleanliness and brightness.
Everyone was stunned, foolish and silly, completely unable to recover.
But Song Rui immediately walked in, looked around, and calmly analyzed: "I just tried to walk in and take a picture, but was blocked by an invisible wall. It can be seen that the space is completely isolated from the space. In that space Everything that happens in this place will leave no trace in this space. "
The frightened technician no longer knows how to describe Dr. Song ’s professionalism. In the face of such a strange and terrible thing, how did he concentrate on the case?
Forensic Zhou, who believes in science, also favored Dr. Song.
Meng Zhong wiped his face, slowly pulling himself away from the horror, and put forward a counter-argument: "Since the two spaces are completely isolated, why is Jiang Coco trapped? And why her body appeared inexplicably? ? I think there must be a passage between these two spaces. "
Song Rui nodded and agreed with his statement.
Fangallo added: "The people who created this space have the ability to open this channel at will."
"Teacher Fan, you can also open the channel." Sun Zhengqi said immediately.
"I can't," Fangallo shook his head: "I just forcibly captured this space, pulled it into reality, and made it reappear. In the squeeze and collision of two spaces and two magnetic fields, it was created The space is more fragile, so it will collapse. I ca n’t open the passage, put people in or take them out, I just violently demolished. "
Sun Zhengqi suddenly realized, but he was more deeply aware of how powerful the teacher is. Is it possible to create a space with different degrees? The answer is of course yes, but with the ingestion of Mr. Fan, the other party's space actually only supports less than four minutes.
The person in charge who has always been stern about Van Gogh becomes very respectful and flattering: "Mr. Van, you worked hard, Mr. Van! Just now you said that you demolished that space. What does it mean that we are in this building Will there be such terrible things again? "
Van Gaal relentlessly crushed his hopes: "I can't guarantee that because the murderer hasn't caught him yet, he has the ability to create a folding space again in any place. In fact, two bombs fell into the same pit The probability is still very high. "
Glancing at the cold sweat on the forehead of the person in charge, he added: "But the motive of the murderer has not yet been clarified. He may have hatred against Miss Jiang Coco and killed Miss Jiang. He should stop committing the crime."
The person in charge slowly exhaled, bowed and thanked, and sincerely made a guilt. The humble attitude is far from the previous arrogance.
Lin Nianen and Lin Nianci, who appeared in the high-profile posture of the Taoist people, turned out to be superfluous and ignored by everyone collectively.
Lin Nianci stared at Van Gogh, his face extremely embarrassed. Lin Nianen dragged her sleeves and comforted in a low voice: "Sister, don't think about it. You must know that Van Gogh is an old monster who has lived for nearly two hundred years, and is the most powerful spirit son of the generation of Shizu. How old are you? You ca n’t compare to him.

Lin Nianci wanted to smile and smile, but he couldn't catch the corner of his mouth.
The person in charge took out a cheque of 2 million and handed it to them intimately and said something thankful, but the sincerity in his eyes was a lot false. The remorse in his heart was so strong that he could not hide it, and was easily felt by Lin Nianci. He may be thinking: It took so much money to bring in two wild priests who didn't use farts. This business is really a loss.
Lin Nianci's pride prevented her from receiving the check, but Lin Nianen took it for granted. In his view, the elder sister also exerted her strength and sensed the truth. Although not all, she also helped the police and the person in charge. She took the money and deserved it.
Lin Nianci glared at him reproachfully. He quickly whispered, "We will donate half of it for charity."
Lin Nianci was nothing but him, he could only give up, but his heart felt like a huge stone, very uncomfortable.
They were sent, and the person in charge also prepared a two million check, which was handed out to Van Gogh with respect, and the smile on his face was sincere and enthusiastic.
However, Fangallo avoided the cheque and said lightly: "I am a police adviser. It is my duty to find out the truth. I also receive the salary from the police station." He walked into the elevator and joined Song Rui and Meng Zhong Waiting for people to whisper, not accepting pennies is very polite, but also tough.
Instead of feeling the joy of saving a sum of money, the person in charge wished to slap himself. Damn, when the president asked him to find a master to exorcise evil, why did he just ignore this psychic that is so popular on the Internet? They all blame the established impressions that the internet celebrities and traffic have given him are too bad, and make him think that the people who got angry on the Internet are all fired. There is no real skill, but this teacher is actually scattered among them. A diamond diamond, can do anything!
The official is the official, and the person they invite is certainly not wrong. Thinking in this way, the person in charge can only scold himself for his short-sightedness and lack of eyesight.
Lin Nianci, who was hanging by him, saw Vanguard's indifferent posture, and his face seemed to be slapped hard, red and painful. Lin Nian-en, who didn't think anything was wrong when he took the cheque, realized that this thin piece of paper was a bit hot.
"Van Galo must have done it on purpose! He was in such a clean posture, in order to support our inferiority and narrowness."
"Enough is enough, let's go, let's go."
Lin Nianci bowed his head and walked away quickly. Lin Nianen hurried to keep up, and when she walked to the door, she saw a trash can next to it, and tore the cheque and tossed it away.
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"Come on, you guys come and see the photos I took." Song Rui uploaded the photos from the camera to the phone and sent them to the group.
Meng Zhongchong and Sun Zheng raised their jaws in angrily: "Dr. Song did not take the picture on the inside of the door. Xiaosun, go to the surveillance room to see if the camera has captured it."
"Good!" Sun Zheng dashed away.
Everyone looked down at their cell phones and said nothing. Undoubtedly, the folding space that was found by the teacher Fan was the place where Jiang Coco was trapped, but more mysteries appeared again: who is trapping her, why, how, how can the police investigate Clear his identity and arrest him?
"I think we should start with Jiang Keco's interpersonal relationship and focus on those who have complained with her," Meng Zhong analyzed.
"This is the most basic." Song Rui nodded in agreement.
"Then I will call Zhuang Zhen immediately and ask him to check the people around Jiang Keke." Meng Zhong took out his mobile phone.
Fangallo walked into the elevator and sat down on the polished floor, meditating with his eyes closed. He strongly recalled everything he felt in the already broken space, and slowly stated: "His evil thoughts have no love but no hatred--"
Everyone in the whispered conversation stopped, and even the forensic technician and Zhou Forensic looked at the young man with glaring eyes, eagerly awaiting his answer. Witnessing the miracle created by this person with their own eyes, they have no way not to believe him. If I knew that the real teacher of Van Gogh was like this, when he was subjected to cyber violence, they would definitely try their best to defend him instead of secretly watching jokes.
Song Rui made a stroke to the notebook and pondered: "So the possibility of love killing can be ruled out."
Meng Zhong and others remembered the key points later.
Van Gogh spoke slowly: "--It's not a hatred of anger."
Song Rui: "Vendetta can also be ruled out."
"There is no greed to pursue interests."
Song Rui: "Killing people for money or buying homicides is also excluded."
Everyone swipes to write notes.
Meng Zhong: ...
There is such a tacit understanding in solving the case, the more these two people see the bigger the problem!
Fanjaro opened his eyes and wrinkled his eyebrows: "His killing intention is pure evil, a desire nurtured by the suffering of others. When the pain of Miss Jiang Keke reaches the extreme, I can feel the joy of the murderer Also reached the apex. "
Song Rui was silent for a while before saying: "Then his motive for killing is simply to satisfy his desire to kill. In this case, he is likely to commit crimes again, because the pleasure and satisfaction of killing humanity will always disappear. , And he will become more empty than before, and the feeling of emptiness will urge him to continue to create similar tragedies. "
Song Rui took off his glasses and said carefully: "He may become a serial killer."
Hu Wenwen and others took a breath. My goodness, a murderer who can create a different space is already terrible. If he only kills for fun, how many tragedies will he have in the future? This method of committing crimes is simply unpredictable, and the police cannot save them!
Meng Zhong asked in disbelief: "Are you sure?"
"I guess too." Song Rui answered conservatively.
Meng Zhong looked at Mr. Fan again.
Fangallos replied after a moment: "I can only tell you that he enjoys this process."
This sentence is equivalent to indirectly supporting Song Rui's point of view, causing Meng Zhong's head pain. He kept pressing his temples and thinking about various countermeasures: Although Mr. Fan could sense the space created by the murderer, the city of Beijing was so big that letting him conduct investigations from place to place was undoubtedly a needle in a haystack, not to mention when they did not know when the killer would Commit the crime again. The clues left by the murderer may have been destroyed when the space of the different degrees collapsed. The police simply did not collect evidence about him. He seemed to be everywhere, and it didn't even exist. How did the police ask him to check?
After thinking for a while, Meng Zhong finally asked the most difficult question for him: "What do you say is the murderer? Is it a man, a ghost, or a fairy?"
Fangallo shook his head silently for a moment: "It must not be a god, but two other options are possible."
Meng Zhong lowered his curse and felt even more headache.
Several other investigators and the person in charge of the building showed a frightened expression. If you can drag people into such a terrible space, you are more likely to be a ghost!
Sun Zheng hurried back hurriedly, sent a piece of surveillance video to the group, and excitedly said: "The camera took a picture of the inside of the door. It is very clear."
Everyone opened it and saw that the sides of the elevator door were covered with blood stains, and there were nails scattered on the ground, which was left when Jiang Coco tried to break open the door and escaped. Except for rust, blood, nails, blood footprints, there is nothing else in the elevator, but it is shocking enough.
Meng Zhong sent the surveillance video to the technician of the forensics department and instructed: "Return to analyze the footprint and see if anyone else has gone except Jiang Keco."
The technician glanced at Van Gogh with a courage and said: "Meng Bureau, can I join your detection group? After our forensics department has the test results, I will inform you as soon as possible." In fact, he is the most important The purpose is to get Wechat from the teacher.
Forensic Zhou quickly squeezed in and shouted, "Add me one too." He had to discuss quantum mechanics with Teacher Fan. Jiang Keke is not just the victim, she is also Schrodinger's cat!
The person in charge stepped forward and said: "I will add your group too. You will be able to contact me later when you need me to cooperate with the investigation." I got the contact information of Mr. Fan, and then took it to the president for promotion and salary increase. It's not far from him! And even if there is something like a ghost in the world, he has to have a good relationship with this master.
Meng Zhong pulled the technician, pulled Zhou Forensic, and finally drove away the person in charge. Anyone want to join them in the detective group and be a vegetable market here?
Song Rui managed his thoughts and commanded: "Xiao Hu, did you bring the things you prepared? Let's simulate the crime scene."
"Okay Dr. Song, I will arrange it immediately." Hu Wenwen immediately carried a snakeskin pocket into the elevator, and placed small bags, lipstick, ballpoint pens, sanitary napkins and other items one by one where the body was found. Song Rui took out the photos and compared them, then slowly walked to the place where Jiang Coco was sitting paralyzed, sat down in her posture, raised her head, and looked at the place where she was dying at the same height and angle, and finally found out An emergency intercom.
It turned out that she had been staring at the walkie-talkie before she died, expecting that the people who trapped her would send a hint of mourning and let herself go. She also shouted and asked for help over and over again, but only apathetic ridicule came.
"The murderer communicated with the dead through this. His voice came from here." Song Rui pointed to the intercom.
Fangallo pointed above the intercom, adding: "He looked at Miss Jiang Coco through that monitor, that was his eyes."
The two reached the same conclusion in unison: "It is necessary to rely on technological means to monitor the actions of the deceased. Obviously, he is not a or a ghost, but a person who accidentally acquired a certain special ability.
This is undoubtedly good news for the police. The person in charge who was hiding overhearing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Follow the operator on the other end of the walkie-talkie to check, maybe you can find the murderer." Song Rui gave the most important clue.
Meng Zhong immediately sent Sun Zhengqi to investigate.
At the same time, Xiao Li made a phone call with a very excited tone: "Meng Bureau, I know how Jiang Keke disappeared! I will send you the surveillance video immediately!"