I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

He had previously speculated that the trigger of his death might be the hotline. After thinking about it, if it was a hotline, Zhao Fuqiang was definitely not the only one who called the radio hotline. Why was he the one who died instead of someone else?

Could it be that they were randomly selected from the hotline?

If he really killed people through hotline calls, this ghost's supernatural powers would be a bit scary.

Find out the reason, find out the opponent, and destroy him. This is what Su Hao is thinking about at the moment.

Liu Sen put forward a new point of view at the scene, "I think the person on the phone may not be Zhao Fuqiang, but the voice is very similar."

Ma San retorted: "He already said his name is Zhao Fuqiang, and the story he told just now almost happened to him."

Liu Sen continued to explain: "Have you heard of a new scam? You can simulate the voice of your acquaintances or relatives to conduct phone scams. You can even steal the video archives in your computer and use the video to defraud. The other party said Maybe Zhao Fuqiang’s recording has been saved in advance.”

Su Hao had seen this kind of deception in his previous life in 2015, and he was not sure whether the technological means in this time and space in 2008 had reached this level.

What he was sure of was that the person hosting the radio station at this moment was the ghost of Zhao Fuqiang.

It's just that it's not convenient to say this clearly at the moment.

Liu Sen's speculation more or less eased the tense atmosphere at the scene.

One hour passed quickly, and it was time to talk on the hotline.

Most of the people present were eager to give it a try.

The case they encountered this time was completely unheard of. It was exciting, curious, and a little scary at the same time, which invisibly increased their determination to solve the case.

Several people at the scene took out their mobile phones one after another. The more people who called, the greater the probability of being answered.

Su Hao scanned around and pressed the phone in Cheng Jiahui's hand, "Don't hit me."

"Liu Sen and Cheng Fei don't want to fight either, just the three of us."

Being reminded by Su Hao, Ma San was so frightened that he put his phone away.

"I suddenly didn't want to fight."

Su Hao sighed and said, "Don't you want to know whether Zhao Fuqiang is alive or dead?"

Ma San asked back: "Isn't he dead?"

Su Hao said: "Maybe he is still alive in another form, but you make your own decision whether to fight or not. I won't hide it from you. I subconsciously feel that calling this hotline will be dangerous."

"Then why aren't you two afraid?"

Su Hao glanced at Huang Huotu and said, "Because we are policemen of the miscellaneous affairs department and we have our unshirkable responsibilities."

Huang Huotu has a half-immortal bodyguard behind him, so he is not afraid of any danger. As for Su Hao, he has the Diamond Curse and the Judge's Pen, so he is not afraid.

It's hard to find the opponent hiding in the dark, so it would be best if you take the initiative to lure him out.

Ma San didn't give up yet. He pointed at Cheng Jiahui and the others, "Aren't they also police? Why don't they fight?"

There was a hint of provocation in his words, and Liu Sen couldn't help it. He took out his mobile phone and retorted: "Who said I don't dare to fight? I will fight now."

Su Hao stretched out his hand to stop him again, "Huang Huotu and I will fight first. If we are sure there is no danger, you guys will fight later."

Su Hao's remarks were too bizarre and somewhat alarmist, but in the weird situation at this moment, no one dared to turn a deaf ear.

"What's the hotline number for this radio station?"

Su Hao took out his cell phone and looked at Ma San. The latter reported a number, and soon Su Hao's cell phone dialed the number.

"Hey, this is the "Lonely Heart" viewer hotline. You are the XXth viewer to call tonight. I am the director of the radio station. Who do you want to connect to?"

"I want to connect with Zhao Fuqiang, today's new host."

"Okay, Zhao Fuqiang's hotline has been empty, and there are not many people connecting to him. What is your real occupation? How old are you, and how long have you been listening to our radio broadcasts?"

"I'm a police officer, a police officer from the miscellaneous department. I just started listening to your broadcast today."

There was a click, and the phone suddenly went silent, followed by a beep of disconnection.

Everyone looked at each other again and looked at Su Hao.

Su Hao touched his nose and said, "I thought everyone would be interested in the daily life of the police, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating."

Su Hao was accidentally hung up by the other party, and then it was Huang Huotu's turn.

After Su Hao's experience, everyone's sighs of relief gradually eased. Su Hao just made a call and got through. Wasn't there nothing wrong?

Huang Huotu made the call under the watchful eyes of everyone, but this time it kept showing that the line was busy.

Everyone's attention turned to the others. When Liu Sen was about to make a call, Ma San suddenly stopped him and said, "Let me do it first."

He looked at Su Hao like a philistine, "SIR, I'm cooperating with your police in investigating the case, right?"

"Yes."

"Assisting in the investigation is risky, right? This is what you said yourself just now."

Su Hao nodded, "I think calling the hotline is still risky."

Ma San cracked his mouth and smiled, "That's good, I won't take advantage of you. I'll make the call now. After a while, I will say whatever you want me to say, but you have to give me another sum." I don’t want much for the hard work, just give me 500 Hong Kong dollars. Their hotline is also charged separately, which is not cheap.”

Ma San's bargaining made several people at the scene look very ugly. They all felt that this guy was looking for an excuse to ask for a favor. Su Hao took out a 500 Hong Kong dollar note from his wallet and handed it over.

A problem that can be solved with a small amount of money is never a problem.

"I know SIR is generous. I'm going to make the call right now. If you ask me anything later, remember to let me know in advance."

Ma San smiled and took the Hong Kong dollars.

To everyone's delight, Ma San's call was quickly answered.

"Hello, hello, this is "Lonely Heart" radio station. You are the XXth audience member who has connected to our radio hotline tonight. Can you tell me your age, occupation and the time you listened to our radio?"

Ma San turned around and looked at Su Hao. The latter didn't explain anything in particular, but just hinted at him to tell the truth.

Ma San said on the phone: "I am a night shift taxi driver. I have been listening to your radio broadcast for a while. I am 28 years old. I want to connect with today's new host Zhao Fuqiang. I am interested in the story he just told. .”

"Okay, host Zhao Fuqiang is free now. Please wait a moment and I will transfer you to it."

After a brief silence, the call was connected.

"Hey, I'm Zhao Fuqiang. What do you call this audience friend? Do you want to share your story with us tonight?"

Ma San looked at Su Hao again.

The latter possessed him and whispered a few words into his ear. Ma San nodded and said to the phone: "I am Ma San. I work at the same taxi company as you. Shuttle bus, we chatted through the car intercom some time ago, and I used to have late-night snacks at Lao Wang Braised Restaurant, do you remember me?"

"Ma San? I remember, but now I have switched to being a radio host. This job is easier than driving. Do you want to tell your story to the audience in front of the radio tonight?"

"Yes, but before I tell my story, I have a few questions for you."

"Please speak."

After receiving Su Hao's signal, Ma San suddenly shouted: "Zhao Fuqiang, do you know that you are already dead?"

clack clack...

There was a burst of radio interference from the other side of the phone, but luckily it didn't hang up.

Zhao Fuqiang replied on the phone: "Ma San, have you drunk too much? I am obviously living well now. Are you jealous that I changed jobs and got a better job? That's why you deliberately slandered me and cursed me?"

Ma Sandao: "Zhao Fuqiang, I am with the police now and cooperating with them to investigate the cause of your death. A few days ago, you rushed into the pond with your car and drowned. Your body is still in the hospital morgue. You My wife and son burst into tears. Although they can get an insurance compensation, they will lose their support in their future lives. By the way, it was your wife who called the police."

"It's impossible, it's impossible. I met my wife yesterday. She was very happy when she found out that I had a new job. You lied to me, but I am obviously living well."

Ma San increased his tone again, "Zhao Fuqiang, it's working time now. If the police hadn't come to find me, I wouldn't have had time to call you. I also have to support my family. Please seize the opportunity to tell us how you died." Yes, where are you now? We can take you home."

Zhao Fuqiang: "I... I'm feeling a little confused right now. After I called Miyuki's hotline that day, she learned that I was a regular viewer of their radio station and wanted to take me to their radio station after get off work. I was very happy at the time, and then I met Miyuki..."

Ma San asked again: "Where did you see Miyuki? Where is their radio station? Answer me quickly."

"I met Miyuki under the overpass next to the lotus pond. Their radio station is in the basement of a nearby building. I am here now. No, I will go back after work and ask my wife. I am It’s not really dead. If not, I will definitely hold you accountable for slander.”

Several people around the taxi clearly heard that Zhao Fuqiang's rhythm on the phone was messed up.

Also keep a few key information points in mind.

Under the overpass by the pond... in the basement of the surrounding building... Miyuki personally greeted him...

"Zhao Fuqiang, not only are you dead, but Miyuki, the female host next to you, is also a ghost. You are all ghosts. If you don't believe it, you can see if you have any shadows in the light."

"Impossible, impossible, why do I have no shadow? No, Miyuki has no shadow either..."

Immediately afterwards, the phone clicked and hung up.

Ma San swallowed his saliva and looked at everyone. He pointed at the phone, indicating that the other party hung up the phone on his own initiative.

The conversation between the two on the phone just now was heard clearly by several people nearby.

Su Hao crossed his arms and said, "Okay, today's investigation is over. You all should go home. The rest will be left to me and Brother Huang."

Ma San immediately said that he wanted to go to the hospital morgue to see Zhao Fuqiang's body with his own eyes, otherwise he would not be able to sleep when he went home at night.

After that, he drove away in his car.

Cheng Jiahui and Liu Sen looked at Su Hao worriedly, as if asking, was Zhao Fuqiang's voice on the phone just now real?

"Ah Hao, what are you going to do next?"

Su Hao looked around, "Brother Huang and I will go home and sleep soon. We will come over tomorrow. This case is getting more and more interesting."

"By the way, is there any news about the missing female anchor I asked you to investigate through Peng Bing earlier?"

Su Hao looked at Huang Huotu.

The latter replied: "Peng Bing contacted the branch intelligence department. In the past year, the Kowloon City District has not received any cases of missing or dead female anchors."

Su Hao slowly exhaled.

The fact that there are no female anchors dead or missing in Kowloon City does not mean that there are no deaths or disappearances in other urban areas. What if the female anchor named Miyuki lives in other urban areas and only works in Kowloon City?

What's more, underground radio stations like them have always been exempt from government supervision. They often work on channels that have little to do with color, and they earn gray income.

It seems that the line through the female anchor is broken.

Su Hao returned to the Passat, took out a pair of black sunglasses and put them on. Everyone was confused when they saw this scene. It was night, could Su Hao wear sunglasses just to show off?

Su Hao didn't say anything and ordered everyone: "You guys go back to the car and wait for me. I'll look around and then go back. We'll come back tomorrow. From now on, this case will be officially transferred to our Miscellaneous Affairs Department. It has exceeded your responsibility." The investigation scope of the case team.”

Cheng Jiahui asked worriedly: "Ah Hao, do you think this is a strange case?"

Su Hao nodded and said: "Yes, Zhao Fuqiang is dead. This is a fact that everyone knows, but from the phone call just now, it can be seen that Zhao Fuqiang is still alive. This is not a new type of voice fraud. He just used another A form of living.”

Su Hao's meaning was obvious, Zhao Fuqiang was now a ghost.

The female host Miyuki is also a ghost.

The progress of the case has exceeded the capabilities of the serious crime team.

If this is the case, this wild radio broadcast that can be heard by everyone is a bit scary, and the other party will immediately select enthusiastic viewers who call in to visit their unit.

Things have developed to this point, which has gone beyond what Su Hao knew about the plot of "The Detective Files".

Chapter 215 Corpse hidden in stone

The plot seems to have gone off in a slightly different direction.

Next, Su Hao will also lose his ability to foresee things.

If we boldly assume that this wild radio station is a supernatural organization, they actually have the ability to abduct people's souls at any time, and they can also be well concealed in reality. People whose souls are abducted by them will have a reasonable death. Law.

This is kind of scary.

Su Hao thought for a while and then said: "Brother Huang, you go directly to Zhao Fugui's home tomorrow morning and ask his wife if she has encountered any supernatural events in the past few days. Also, check Zhao Fugui's call records in the past six months. Debit card incoming and outgoing statements, the more detailed the better, give them to me tomorrow."

"Everyone, please go back now. I will take a taxi back in a while."

Su Hao waved his hand.

Although everyone had a lot of doubts in their hearts and were a little worried about leaving Su Hao here alone, under the background of Su Hao's strong performance in the past, everyone felt that staying here would not be of much help.

It might even hinder Su Hao's hands and feet.

It's just a little regretful. In fact, everyone in the Crime Unit [-], including Cheng Jiahui, wanted to witness Su Hao's miraculous crime-solving ability.

Soon, Su Hao was the only one left at the scene.

This time I don’t even need to wear sunglasses.

"Fayan, open."

When Su Hao opened his eyes again, a small golden sun rose from his eyes. This time he opened the Dharma Eye alone and did not bother to choose the Samsara Eye.