Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Yes." Zhang Houde on the other end of the phone was much calmer than before.
"My dad said that Wang Lin told him that he is very powerful and has many people, and he will definitely be able to accomplish things in the future."

"But he never contacted my dad again after he was released from prison."

"Okay, I understand." Chen Ze said a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Then he quickened his pace and came to Wang Lin's emptied grave.

Chen Ze turned around and looked around. It was broad daylight and there were many people in the cemetery.

So he sped up his movements and went directly to the grave bag. When no one was paying attention, he quickly returned the urn to its original position.

The big gold tooth engraved with the word "King" and some remaining bones were preserved by Chen Ze for emergencies, and the rest were returned.

Although Wang Lin's line was temporarily disconnected, Chen Ze had already found a clue in another direction.

As the saying goes, wherever you walk, you leave traces.

These days, Chen Ze started with the mailing addresses and found out that these addresses were genuine and fake, so he and Wang Zhenguo checked them one by one.

After a tortuous process of calling for surveillance, network tracking, etc., the sender was finally locked in a small county in Gan Province.

Most of the letters over the years should have been sent from that small county town.

While thinking about it, Chen Ze quickly restored the tomb bag and returned to the aisle, just like an ordinary passerby.

"woo woo woo woo--"

"Dad, I learned how to fold paper cranes."

"Dad, look, does it look like yours?"
A new grave was laid nearby, and those mourning in front of the grave were the family of the little boy whom Chen Ze had met in the hospital morgue that day.

When passing by them, Chen Ze glanced sideways for a moment and then quickly looked away, without any disturbance in his steps.

The two groups of people passed each other, and Chen Ze gradually moved away until they disappeared into the woods next to the cemetery, but they still didn't leave.

"Let's go." In front of the tomb, the little boy's family called softly.

The little boy wiped away his tears, stood up with difficulty, and placed the rough paper crane in front of his father's tombstone, which was more conspicuous than other sacrifices.

Then he and his family left silently, but at the slowest pace.

The family members tacitly agreed not to rush, leaving the little boy to walk last.

woohoo-

A gust of wind blew by, and the corner of the little boy's eyes flashed. He raised his head in surprise, only to see an extremely beautiful paper crane blown over from nowhere.

He stretched out his hand to catch the paper crane naturally, and found that it was exactly the same as the thousand paper cranes that he found strangely in the hospital that day.

The little boy looked back at the direction of his father's grave, his eyes filled with tears again.

Turning back, he wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

Although the grief in his heart is still there, the deceased has passed away, and the little boy has the courage to continue living.

"Mom! Aunt! Wait for me!" The little boy quickened his pace to follow and returned to his family.

Just like that day in the hospital, he was determined to keep this to himself and not tell anyone.

At the same time, the figure hiding in the forest in the distance, who had been watching the little boy silently, disappeared, leaving only a pair of deep footprints to prove that Chen Ze had been here.

Gan Province, an unknown small county somewhere.

People were coming and going in front of the old building, and many vendors were pushing mobile stalls.

As night falls, crowds of people gradually gather.

Chen Ze walked backwards through the crowd, turned into the alley, and came to a rusty iron door downstairs of the unit.

beep, beep, beep
I don't know what's wrong. The iron gate access control is useless, and only the noise continues.

But no one cares, and no one will fix it.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from inside the iron gate. Chen Ze sensed it briefly and stopped to wait on one side.

Soon, a young man with a fashionable hairstyle opened the iron door and walked out.

Chen Ze immediately stepped forward to greet him, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately made friends with the young man.

"Who do you want to ask?"

"No, I haven't lived here for a few years."

"A man with long hair? Don't you like to go out?"

"Wait. It seems, I have seen it before."

"It should be from the building behind."

"OK, bye.".
After finishing the conversation, Chen Ze watched the young man go away, glanced left and right, and stared at another local aunt who came out to enjoy the cool air.

After asking questions like this, Chen Ze, who has friends all over the world, quickly locked his target.

The mysterious man who sent the letter to Ji Lianyuan lived in seclusion. He only knew that he was not too old, but he was a man and had a hairstyle similar to Sadako's.

At the same time, he lives in seclusion and often wears a mask and sunglasses when going out, as if he is deliberately hiding his face.

Therefore, his appearance cannot be seen clearly in the post office surveillance.

But what's interesting is that it was his beautiful long hair that became this person's biggest feature, allowing Chen Ze to "make friends" all the way to this point.

The old apartment buildings here were all printed from the same model, and it took Chen Ze a long time to find the specific address.

"Thank you, sir." After finally sending away the tool man who was rushing to play chess, Chen Ze climbed all the way up to the top floor and reached the end of the corridor.

Most young people in small counties go to big cities to work, so the occupancy rate in such old buildings is extremely low, and the remaining residents are mainly elderly people.

In front of me is a simple security door stained with thick dust. The walls are peeling off and covered with small advertisements for psoriasis.

The door frame is covered with water and electricity reminder notices, dated more than a year ago.

At this time, Chen Ze was standing in front of the door, but he didn't feel any Yuan Qi reaction.

Is there no one inside?
Chen Ze was not surprised. He had just learned that the owner of this room had not been seen for more than a year.

Neighbors speculated that the man might have moved.

Despite this, this person seemed to have lived here for many years and was not a tenant, so Chen Ze naturally wanted to go in and look for traces and clues.

He reached out and pressed the door lock, and Yuan Qi came out.

Silently, a gap opened in the security door. Chen Ze pulled it to the end and stepped in, then twisted the old wooden door handle inside.

squeak--

The scene inside the house came into view, but it made Chen Ze freeze.

He subconsciously released Yuan Qi, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he quickly entered the house and closed the door with his backhand.

Looking back, Chen Ze lowered his eyes and looked down at the floor. In front of him was a ghastly white skeleton!
pat.

Chen Ze casually pressed the switch beside the door and poured Yuan Qi into it instead of electricity. The long light bulb in the center of the ceiling flashed several times and finally stabilized to provide lighting.

Then while staring at the skeleton, Chen Ze walked around silently, his eyes turning rapidly, and he coordinated with Yuan Qi and his spiritual consciousness to quickly scan the scene.

The furniture is neatly arranged, has thick gray, lives alone, has a long service life, does not have extraordinary items, is male, is in a poor economic situation, and loves art.
Chen Ze noticed that the walls were covered with paintings, some were oil paintings, some were sketches, and some were digitally sprayed.

The house is very simple, with two bedrooms and one living room, nothing unusual.

So he returned to the body that had turned into bones.

Chen Ze used his spiritual consciousness to explore and fully grasp the situation of the entire skeleton.

Although he is not a professional, based on his basic knowledge, the pelvis should be in the shape of a man, and...
Huh?
Chen Ze suddenly frowned, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and picked up the corpse's skull.

This corpse has already been highly skeletal, with a large number of insect eggs, tissue fluid and other messy traces remaining around it.Like ink spots on white paper, this floor was completely dyed dark.

The time of death is at least one year.

The body was lying face down, with its limbs stretched out, and a hand stretched out towards the entrance door.

It looked like he died on the way out.

At this time, Chen Ze picked up the skull and turned it over, and a sudden reflection was particularly eye-catching.

Chen Ze put his hand into his mouth, fumbled for a while and then broke it hard. He picked out an object and rolled it into his palm.

The shining gold is a gold tooth, set in the position of the back molar, which is quite deep and strong.

Then Chen Ze shook his hand and turned the gold tooth over, immediately revealing the engraving on the back.

"king"

king!
Chen Ze looked solemn and quickly took out the gold tooth he got from Wang Lin's urn from his storage bag.

Comparing the two, there is no doubt that the styles are exactly the same.

Putting away the gold tooth, Chen Ze couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

From this point of view, this corpse probably has an unusual relationship with Wang Lin, and there is a high probability that it is the mysterious sender.

This gold tooth looks like a token, and there is no distinction between superior and subordinate. Could it be that they belong to some mysterious organization?
Wang Lin once told Ji Lianyuan in prison that he was very powerful.
Chen Ze stood up and looked at the bones themselves carefully again.

Apart from the gold teeth, there are no other appendages, and no external injuries can be seen.

To be on the safe side, Chen Ze once again used his talent as a photographer and ignored Sanqi 21. He took the photo and handed it over to Wang Zhenguo for appraisal.

Chen Ze didn't waste any time, made a phone call on the spot to communicate, and blocked Wang Zhenguo's chattering with an offensive of adding money.

After hanging up the phone, he started a detailed search in the house.

Two rooms, one of which is obviously a bedroom, with a desktop computer on the table.

"call--"

After blowing off the dust from the socket and even the entire host, Chen Ze took out a large outdoor power supply from his storage bag and connected it. While waiting, he wandered around the room again.

The doors and windows in the room are not closed tightly, so it is not considered a secret room.

But there were no obvious external injuries on Bai Gu's body.
whoosh whoosh—

When Chen Ze walked to the kitchen, he stretched out his hand and the cabinet door opened.

After scanning through the rows, I found that what was on the bottom of the cabinet was not condiments, but small medicine bottles with labels on them.

Chen Ze picked up the nearest one and looked at it.

Sildenafil.

Viagra?

No, Chen Ze glanced at the other medicine bottles with sharp eyes and found that they were all medicines for treating cardiovascular diseases.

Sildenafil actually has the same effect.

There are dozens of kinds of medicines in the cupboard, some old and new.

This is a medicine jar. Chen Ze muttered and closed the cabinet door.

There were no signs of disturbance in the house, and it didn't look like an outsider had broken in.

There were even traces of unpacked food on the table, so death must have come quite suddenly.

Did he die suddenly from a sudden illness?

Could it be that the bones were in the same posture before they died, trying to go out to find someone for help, but failed to hold on?

At this time, there was a soft sound in the bedroom, and Chen Ze flashed back to the computer, pressed the power button and waited patiently.

Soon, the computer started successfully.

After turning the small circle on the screen, it directly enters the desktop.

The computer owner didn't have any defenses, so Chen Ze just clicked the mouse and rummaged around.

As expected, a large number of photo files were saved on the computer, all of which were Ji Lianyuan's old photos and half-retouched scraps.

These files were laid out in plain sight on the desktop.

The computer desktop is very clean. Apart from the folders for storing photos, there are only some necessary and entertainment software.

Chen Ze spent almost half an hour going through the software and browsing history, and combined with other furnishings in the house and the newly found smartphone, he gradually pieced together a three-dimensional image.

Young, probably no more than thirty years old; loves art, especially the field of painting; is in poor health, has multiple chronic diseases, and takes medicine for a long time; has a withdrawn personality, has no friends; seems to have some worries, and has been trapped here.

The reason why he could only piece it together was because Chen Ze searched the entire house and couldn't find anything that could prove the identity of the owner of the house!

Not even a medical record for prescription drugs!
It was as if a ghost lived in the house, no ghost from the past.

I only found a professional paper shredder in the corner of the balcony. Through the glass cover, I could see that there were very few paper scraps in the shredding basket.

This is obviously not normal.

The most reasonable guess is that the owner of the house regularly cleans out items related to his identity.

Why would he hide his identity?
The doubts in Chen Ze's heart were pushed to the top.

Judging from various clues, there is no doubt that the owner of the house is the mysterious person who has been posing as Zhang Houde and writing letters to Ji Lianyuan for many years.

The mysterious man died suddenly more than a year ago, so Ji Lianyuan never received any letters from him.

thump.

Chen Ze knocked on the glass cover, found the buckle and pressed it open, and the paper basket popped out.

There was only a thin layer of paper scraps inside. Chen Ze guessed that these were things that the owner of the house did not have time to dispose of on the day of his death.

In other words, these paper scraps are likely to record relevant information about the identity of the house owner.

Without further ado, Chen Ze reached out and patted his waist. The storage bag opened slightly like a spirit and spit out a charm.

Injecting Yuan Qi, the spell glowed and heated, and was thrown into the trash can.

Chen Ze then used Yuan Qi to assist him, and quickly arranged countless pieces of paper that were too broken to be broken into pieces in the air, and scanned them over and over again with his naked eyes.

Then [lucid dreaming] starts!

In the dream, Chen Ze increased his thinking speed to the highest level, splicing, combining, breaking and reorganizing all the fragmented visual memories.

That paper shredder was kept very secret, and the paper scraps were incredibly fine.

Such a heavy workload made Chen Ze feel tired for the first time in a long time.

Fortunately, there were not many scraps of paper, and a simple prototype of the restoration quickly appeared in the dream world, just like a constantly improving puzzle piece.

The puzzle light curtain spans the sky and the earth, and from time to time, starlight fireworks fly out of Chen Ze's head and are thrown into it, filling in the puzzle.

Leave the amount blank for the payee. Detailed payment
Only half of the puzzle was put together when Chen Ze had a sudden realization on his face.

Money order!
It turned out to be a postal money order!

Does anyone still use such a retro method of remittance these days?

No, Chen Ze quickly realized the advantages of this method of remittance.

No real name required! (end of this chapter)