musicians of old

Chapter 74 The Glowing Corpse

The wooden door was pulled open with a "squeak".

The little girl who opened the door was as thin as a reed stick, playfully hanging her whole body weight on the doorknob.

When she found that she opened the door to let in three well-dressed strange men, she quickly hid behind the door, and secretly looked at Fan Ning and his party with dark eyes.

The house had only one front window and was closed on three sides so that the air could not be convected, and Fanning smelled a starchy smell of cooked food, which was mixed with smoke, meat, and wet odors like dirty clothes soaked in synthetic detergent for too long. Intensely mixed together, very uncomfortable.

The room was as cold as it was inside and outside, and an oil lamp and a few candles gave a dim light, at least making it possible to see where the objects were.

Two policemen, whose clothes were very familiar to Fanning, were sitting on two small low stools at the door, with their legs outstretched and their waists bowed, muffling boredly. After seeing a few people, they hurriedly got up and put on a pair of Serious and respectful tone: "Mr. DuPont, Mr. Monroe, good evening, we have been waiting for you... Who is this gentleman?"

DuPont still took out his ID card, with the steel stamp of the Special Patrol Office stamped with "Poglerich" scrawled on it.

This means that this person has priority over the police department when investigating public security incidents, and it also means that the imperial authorities agree to borrow part of the public security police force from the official organization of those who know.

Then he nodded and said hello lightly and introduced: "This is our new member, Mr. Carlone Van Ning."

Fan Ning happened to be choked by the smell of the smoke and covered his mouth and coughed a few times. The two policemen hurriedly threw the freshly lit cigarette on the ground and stomped it out: "Mr. Carolne Fan Ning, please give me more advice in the future. "

The official word "member" makes their attitude very low.

This room is less than two-thirds of the size of Fanning's office, but it is crowded with eight or nine people, and it is barely divided into three areas by rotten wooden curtains.At this moment, five outsiders came, and everyone stared wide-eyed, almost unable to move.

In the "bedroom", the laborer's wife is sitting on the edge of the bed covered with newspapers and gray cotton, her pupils are a little out of focus, and she has no intention of avoiding suspicion. The baby in her arms is desperately sucking its shriveled breasts. On the inside of the bed, the human-shaped bulge has already Blindfolded.

Next to the "toilet" where the excrement barrels are placed, there are clothes hangers and dilapidated stairs, and there is a small storage loft of six to seven square meters above. The older teenagers are sitting on the ground above, with their feet on the steps, and are weaving fishing nets.

"Zizzizi..."

The male owner who just got off work in the "kitchen" is doing "bread and grease". He roasts a piece of fat bacon on an inclined iron plate, and uses black bread to catch the dripping hot fat, and then slices of it Put it in an iron basin-this is a substitute for cheese, which not only brings a meaty flavor to the staple food, but also provides some essential fat.

"Poles, don't be too busy." The policeman greeted.

The laborer Poles turned around with a black towel on his shoulders and an iron basin containing black bread.

This is a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face has a dark color smoked by paint, his expression is indifferent, and there is tiredness and sadness in the depths of his eyes, but he asks: "Have you eaten, gentlemen? A vegetable or pea soup."

"I want you to tell the officer about the situation." The police quickly reminded.

The little girl who opened the door before trotted over with interest, took the iron basin from her father on tiptoe, and distributed "bread and oil" to her brother who was working in the attic.

DuPont unfolded the folder in his hand again: "How many of you have dreamed about this face?"

"My wife, I, and my eldest daughter, Lianka, who died, the three of us." Boles replied blankly.

"When did it start?"

"It may have been a while at first, it should be quite a long time...Because it was intermittent and didn't attract attention, it became more frequent recently, um...it became frequent half a month ago..."

Bolles' words were somewhat repetitive and trivial: "It should be twenty days ago, um... this number is more accurate. Our factory settles the wages of the previous month on the 10th of each month, and the time of frequency change is not long from the 11th of November... Said It’s only the 10st of this month, and the salary hasn’t been settled yet, so Lianka can’t be buried for the time being. The ‘Narrator’ has already been hired... Her monthly salary was much higher than mine, but it was used to treat her younger siblings ...Well, the salary has not been settled yet, but it will not wait for 1 days, and now I have borrowed some money..."

"Then, during this period of time, have you come into contact with any strange characters or information?" DuPont listened patiently to him, and then continued to ask calmly, "It means, is there any external stimulus that you think may be What caused this dream?"

Polis said: "Actually, I heard about it a long time ago. When I was chatting with my neighbors and co-workers, they talked about this strange dream and described it. Then I dreamed it, and then I dreamed it again. Told my wife..."

The three looked at each other.

"Most of the people we investigated before had dreamed about it after hearing it from others," said lawyer Monroe.

Fan Ning recalled the file of the Special Patrol Office he saw in the art gallery, and he still remembers the press conference organized by the authorities: the spokesperson complained that nothing had happened to him, but since he accepted the case, he has spoken to the file every day. that face, and then I often dreamed about it.

He used the statement of the press spokesman and said: "So... this matter has now objectively formed a group memory. It may be difficult to judge whether there are mysterious factors by asking about experience. After all, dreams are memories of reality. projection."

Fan Ning thought about this matter carefully later. He thought that if he returned to his previous life, with the ability of ordinary people, using some knowledge of psychological hypnosis, and cooperating with a few people to carry out some careful planning, he might be able to achieve this in a small area. Effect.

What he is more curious about now is not "why is this so", but "why is this so".

"Well... unless you can find the source of the sharing, which is almost impossible in this case because everyone becomes a sharer of their own experience." DuPont agreed.

He walked to another bed in the "bedroom" where the laborer's wife was: "So, now the focus is on investigating the bizarre death, and by the way, ask about the dream."

Fan Ning followed in two steps, smelling a more special smell of decay.

Two elderly people in their dying years were lying on their backs on the bed dying. They were covered with a few broken blankets with incomplete shapes, and some messy old clothes were added on top of them to form a relatively thick covering.

They have gray hair, some painful expressions, their eyes are closed, their mouths are open, breathing air desperately.

"Sorry sir, Lianka is on that bed, and here are my parents." Worker Polis motioned his wife on the other bed to get out of the way, and explained, "Actually, there is no need to worry about food... um, In recent years, the life of our workers has been getting better and better... Everyone has a home and will not starve to death... But the parents are almost 60 years old, and food can't cure injuries... The weather is a bit cold this winter, I don't know if I can resist it Can withstand..."

The woman who was breastfeeding the baby silently got up slowly, allowing Fanning's view of the two covered bumps, one large and one small, in the bed.

"This is again...?" Fanning pointed to the small bump and asked doubtfully.

"He died this morning." Bolles' tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "The second-to-last youngest son recently had diarrhea, which was more severe... During this period, he just started to speak some sentences... Well, before he could only speak words And the phrase... He couldn't eat anything recently, after getting up in the morning and feeding some pea soup, he was about to go out to work, and found that his body was cold."

Fanning fell into a long silence.

everything will get better?
I thought about saying something to comfort this man, but I felt like I didn't believe it, so I didn't say anything after all.

He leaned into the bed and pulled aside the corner of the blanket that covered Lianka, the worker.

The skinny arm was exposed, causing Fanning's pupils to constrict suddenly.

Under the dim light, the corpse glowed with faint green fluorescence!

　Thanks to the dead angels SEED, Scer, Xia Tian, ​​book friend tail number 1578, book friend tail number 5323, Fanta 330 monthly pass~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)