Trickster Hunter

Chapter 356 "Zhao Xuan"

What about the smile...it doesn't feel like an expression that humans can make...

If Sun Hang had to describe it, it would probably be a highly distorted digital photo blended into a human skin mask. The key is that when attention is focused on this distorted photo, the content of the photo will gradually seep into it. His consciousness... He still couldn't clearly see the appearance of that face, but the shuddering feeling brought about by that face would be deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Of course, for others it was shuddering, but for Sun Hang, it was a very disgusting feeling... as if a slug had crawled into his nostrils and was still wriggling inside.

Sun Hang wanted to pull the slug out of his nostril, but it kept digging deeper and deeper...

"My day!"

Sun Hang cursed and forcibly stopped the memory review.

"What's wrong?" Song Yarong, who was standing aside and staring at Sun Hang, asked worriedly, "Your face... seems ugly."

"If you eat a slug while eating, your face won't be much better." Sun Hang said casually. He took two deep breaths, tried his best to put the disgusting feeling behind him, and then started again memory recall.

There must be something wrong with this little girl, but how did this engineer become infected and became a lurker? There is no clue in the memory fragments...

Could it be that the time when he became a "lurker" was before this memory?

No, that's not right... Sun Hang's intuition told him that the problem was that night...

Sun Hang watched the scenes of lighting candles and blowing out candles more than a dozen times. What puzzled him was that the little girl's smile was so weird and scary, but the engineer didn't feel anything wrong and still smiled. Looking at his daughter, his eyes are full of the love of an old father...

Father's love will not make a person a fool, unless the father's perception of reality has been distorted.

"Wait a moment."

As soon as Sun Hang thought, the picture being played was paused.

At this time, the little girl in the picture was leaning down and gently blowing out the nine candles inserted on the cake.

Everything in the picture stopped, except for the candles inserted on the cake...the firelight at the top was still swaying.

"Cake! The problem is with the cake!"

After blowing out the candles, the engineer cut the not-so-big cake into three parts - one for his daughter, one for himself, and the remaining one he placed on the cabinet with a black and white picture of a young woman. in front of the photo.

When Sun Hang saw this place before, his attention was all focused on the engineer and his daughter. This time when he looked back, he realized that the cake on the table behind was not a cake at all, but a whole piece of ocher red. There are many small tentacles like potato sprouts on the surface of the meat, which are moving slightly.

After placing the third piece of cake in front of his deceased wife's photo, the engineer turned around... The cake would have returned to its original state at this point in time before, but this time after being noticed by Sun Hang, the "cake" seemed to have been "seen through" , it has always looked like rotten flesh.

The engineer unknowingly picked up the plate containing the rotten meat, and under the "hopeful" look in his "daughter's" eyes, picked up a small piece with a fork and put it into his mouth...

"Bring out this engineer's family information!" Sun Hang suddenly opened his eyes and said to Song Yarong.

"This man's name is Zhao Ming. He is thirty-seven years old. He is an only child. He has no brothers or sisters. Both his parents died when he was young. He grew up in a welfare institution in Tianfu City, and he usually does not have much contact with distant relatives. Twelve years ago, he married Yan Lili, a woman who also grew up in a welfare institution. In the third year of their marriage, he gave birth to a daughter named Zhao Xuan. "

As if she had already checked Zhao Ming's information, Song Yarong said from memory: "But not long after giving birth to Zhao Xuan, Yan Lili was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer and died of the disease a month later. Zhao Ming did not remarry, but She raised Yan Lili alone..."

"Isn't that right?" Sun Hang suddenly interrupted, "Zhao Ming is an engineer at the Research Institute of Strange Objects. His job is not free enough to raise a child who has no ability to take care of himself while working, right? He and Yan Lili are both He grew up in an orphanage, and neither of them has parents. You also said that he never interacts with relatives... So what happened to this child? Is it possible that he was sent to full care? "

Seeing Sun Hang paying so much attention to Zhao Xuan, Song Yarong couldn't help but frowned: "What's wrong, do you suspect that there is something wrong with this Zhao Xuan? But it's also... Zhao Ming has a withdrawn personality. Apart from work, he has almost no personal relationships with his colleagues... Many of us say that the only thing in his world is his daughter... When he is in a good mood, he will show us photos of his daughter when she was a child..."

"Photos of your childhood? When you were young?" Sun Hang asked, "Do you still have the photos?"

"Probably from when he was a baby... As for the photos, they should be in Zhao Ming's mobile phone and personal computer. This will have to wait for technicians to crack it..."

"Back to the question just now, how does a busy engineer like him raise his daughter alone?"

"I heard he said he was looking for a nanny, but we don't know the details..."

"He only showed you photos of his daughter when she was a baby? No photos of her when she grew up?" Sun Hang asked again.

Song Yarong shook her head. For some reason, she suddenly felt a chill creeping up along her heels and up to the back of her neck.

She shuddered and shrank her neck.

"Her daughter should have a citizenship record, right?"

"This is true..."

"Are there any school records?"

"I'll check..." Song Yarong picked up her phone and started to operate it. Gradually, her expression became strange.

"Did you find out?"

"Zhao Ming never sent his daughter to kindergarten... Although this is a bit strange, it has not violated the federal compulsory education law... When Zhao Xuan was eight years old, he handled the enrollment procedures for Zhao Xuan at Tianfucheng Second Primary School, but according to the school's files, Zhao Xuan did not come to school for a day in two semesters... According to the parents, the child suffered from a troublesome disease and needed treatment. Because Zhao Ming was from the Weird Research Institute, the school did not dare to ask more..."

"Did Zhao Xuan go to school when the enrollment procedures were handled?" Sun Hang asked again.

"No." Song Yarong still shook her head, "All the procedures were completed by Zhao Ming alone."

"That is to say, this Zhao Xuan has never appeared in the sight of others..." Sun Hang pondered, "Where does Zhao Ming live?"

"Room 2701, Building 15, Maohua Community."

"You go back and take Shen...Tang Jing back to the institute first, and then ask Lao Wang to come back immediately. Before we come back, you should not leave Lao Wang's sight." Sun Hang said, while opening the navigation software on his mobile phone and found the location of Maohua Community.

This is a resettlement house located between the fourth and fifth ring roads in the east of Tianfu City. It is located in a remote area. Logically, with Zhao Ming's income level, he can afford a better house...

Why does he continue to live in such an old and broken house?

Is it to save a dowry for his daughter?

...

...

Sun Hang quickly arrived at Building 15 of the Maohua Community - when he arrived, several sheriffs and investigators were already standing on the rooftop, and a helicopter was hovering in the air, with the sound of propeller blades deafening.

"Are you really not afraid of alerting the enemy..." Sun Hang glanced at the sheriffs who were frightened by his appearance, then showed his hunter license and asked, "Is this Zhao Ming's residence?"

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged sheriff in the lead nodded quickly, "The 27th floor is the top floor, and it's just down the rooftop."

The corridor was also crowded with fully armed sheriffs. Two investigators wearing heavy armor held a dozen kilograms of alloy shields in one hand and a pistol stuck in the groove of the shield in the other hand, squatting at the door of Room 2701, ready for battle.

Song Yarong had already called here, and as long as Sun Hang arrived, he would have full command of the scene.

"Is there any movement inside?" Sun Hang asked.

"Report to the commander, no!" A sheriff replied, "We have sent a drone to conduct a careful inspection of the house, and no abnormalities were found."

"Have you detected the fluctuations of the weird meme?" Sun Hang asked again.

"Report to the commander, we have also tested it, and no memetic fluctuations were found!" the sheriff replied.

"Can you show me the drone image?"

"Please, commander." The sheriff handed over a tablet.

The drone they used was a snake-shaped drone often used in the field of archaeology. This drone has a flat and slender shape and multiple movable joints, which can easily pass through some gaps that conventional drones cannot penetrate. This time, the drone entered the room from under the door and checked the entire room.

The layout of the room was almost exactly the same as what Sun Hang saw in the memory fragment, and even the cake was placed in front of Yan Lili's black and white photo.

There were two plates on the dining table, one plate contained a third of a cake, and the other plate had only some cream residue at the bottom of the plate.

There was no rotten meat covered with tentacles, and no little girl with a weird smile.

"Commander... do we need to force the door?" the sheriff asked on the side.

"No, I'll do it myself." Sun Hang walked forward, held the door handle, and pushed it gently. The door was pushed open as if it was not locked.

A "swish" sound of fabric and equipment rubbing against each other came from behind. The sheriffs and investigators all raised their weapons, and more than a dozen black muzzles were pointed at the room.

"Don't come in yet." After Sun Hang said that, he kicked away the several pairs of slippers piled at the door and walked into the room.

He turned on the light in the living room.

The moment he lowered his head, Sun Hang found something wrong.

There were several pairs of shoes on the shoe rack at the door, including adult men's shoes and children's shoes suitable for girls - there was no problem with adult men's shoes, but these children's shoes were very wrong.

The sizes of children's shoes are very messy, and the largest and smallest are almost half the size... It's like putting all the shoes that a little girl has worn since she was a child together...

These shoes are covered with a thin layer of dust, but apart from this layer of dust, all the shoes are very new, with no wrinkles on the uppers and heels, as if they have never been worn.

"Haha." Sun Hang sneered, raised his head, and looked around the room.

The children's room is easy to find. The door painted pink with a sign "Xuan'er's Room" on it is very conspicuous in the simple interior.

The Public Security Bureau's drone also explored this children's room. There is a pink bed, a set of pink children's desks and chairs, and a pink bookcase in the room.

The bookcase is full of books suitable for children to read, as well as some toys that little girls like dolls.

But these things, including the desk and bedspread, are also covered with a thin layer of dust.

Sun Hang walked straight to the children's room and reached out to push open the door.

His nose twitched twice, and he seemed to smell a faint pungent smell.

At first, Sun Hang thought that the smell came from the chemicals emitted by these almost new furniture, but then he thought that although these furniture were new, they had probably been here for several years, and even if there was any smell, it would have dissipated long ago.

Sun Hang walked around the room and finally locked the source of the smell on the wall at the head of the bed.

"Come in, two people, bring the law enforcement recorder." Sun Hang waved at the door.

The sheriff who had just spoken to Sun Hang and another investigator holding a shield walked in carefully.

"There is something in the wall." Sun Hang said to the two.

"Is it... a strange thing?" The sheriff shuddered and subconsciously took a half step back.

"It shouldn't be, I don't smell the unique smell of strange things." Sun Hang shook his head, "Turn on the recorder."

"It's been filming." The sheriff said.

"That's fine... By the way, if I break the wall, it shouldn't be considered as destroying the scene, right?"

"Uh... If there are clues in the wall, destructive excavation is inevitable... But before that, maybe other means can be used to determine what is in the wall first..."

"I have confirmed it." After saying that, a liquid metal hammer appeared in Sun Hang's hand and smashed it against the wall at the head of the bed.

The lime and cement peeled off, and they soon discovered that the wall had been broken open before, but after it was sealed, the owner of the house renovated the entire room, completely covering the traces of the blockage under the pink paint.

Soon, a huge glass jar appeared in the sight of the three people, and at the same time, the pungent smell in the room gradually became more obvious.

The glass jar was filled with a solution suspected to be formalin, and in these solutions, the remains of a baby were soaked.