Chapter 165
The darkness in the room was as solid as a body, making Chang Ting feel suffocated.
He walked out of the room quickly, and only in the corridor did he exhale a breath of foul air, and the chest tightness eased a little. Zhang You and others also came in through the window and searched every room in the small building.
There was nothing unusual, and there was no sign of Song Zhou.
Chang Ting was very disappointed.
When I reported to Chen He the news that nothing was found in the small building, I felt a little nervous.
Chen He replied quickly.
[knew. ]
Three words, revealing a terrifying calmness.
"With this kind of psychological quality, Teacher Chen is really capable of doing great things..." Chang Ting muttered to himself and breathed a sigh of relief.
*
Over the next few days, while Chen He was busy painting, the police investigation never stopped and proceeded at a rapid pace.
During this period, Chang Ting took Zhou Zhengzheng to Zhu Zangmo's home on the pretext of investigating the use of banned drugs.
Zhou Zhengzheng talked to the couple to find out what happened.
Fu Weiru sat on the sofa and explained earnestly.
"That bottle of medicine was brought by Xing Yao, just that one bottle. Sigh, Xing Yao, this kid has really caused us so much trouble! We really didn't know it was a banned drug. If he had known, how could Zang Mo dare to take it? Look at him, he's exhausted from taking so much!"
Fu Weiru held back her tears and held Zhu Zangmo's hand, her face full of heartache.
Zhu Zangmo's state was different from before. He was no longer as calm and composed as before, chatting and laughing.
He sat next to Fu Weiru, with his knees together and his hands clenched into fists on his legs, showing a hint of nervousness.
The roots of his hair showed white, and it was obvious that he had been neglecting his appearance recently and had not had time to dye his hair.
The skin has become much looser, and there are even age spots at the corners of the eyes, showing the old age.
With her head slightly lowered, she looked listless. When Zhou Zhengzheng asked questions, it was Fu Weiru who always answered.
Chang Ting seemed bored and stood up: "Let's take a look at your big house."
The three words "unwilling" were clearly written on Fu Weiru's face.
But Chang Ting was thick-skinned and pretended not to see it, wandering from upstairs to downstairs, and from downstairs to the basement without missing a single room.
Song Zhou was not found, nor were there any signs that anyone had been detained there.
There is a room in the basement that looks a bit suspicious.
Pushing open the dark red door, it was pitch black inside, a room without windows.
Chang Ting walked in and fumbled around for a while before he found the switch on the side of the door. He pressed it and the ceiling light came on.
In the room of more than ten square meters, there are altars and incense burners, but no statues of gods.
I don’t know which god I was worshipping before.
"They're hiding."
A sinister voice suddenly came from behind him. Chang Ting was startled and turned around to see Zhang Old's face outside the door.
It turned out to be Zhu Zangmo, who had followed me at some point.
Chang Ting wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Principal Zhu, you..."
"Shh..." Zhu Zangmo raised his index finger in front of his mouth, "Keep your voice down."
His eyes rolled from side to side and he said mysteriously, "Eyes. So many pairs of eyes, hiding in the corners, watching me."
"Hiss—" Chang Ting touched his arm and looked around, "Where did those eyes come from? They're so creepy."
"It's their eyes." Zhu Zangmo came closer to Chang Ting, "I asked a master to capture them from the small building and keep them here. But they all ran away and hid..."
Chang Ting looked at his abnormal face and suddenly remembered that there were traces of some rituals in the room on the second floor of the base building.
Chang Ting changed his mind, stared at Zhu Zangmo's face, and asked, "Who are they?"
"They are..."
Just as Zhu Zangmo was about to reveal his true feelings, a voice called out from outside: "Zangmo!"
It was Fu Weiru who came down. She hurried in, grabbed Zhu Zangmo's arm, and scolded him, "I was chatting with Officer Zhou, and I wasn't paying attention. Why did you come here?"
Chang Ting groaned, "I think Principal Zhu isn't in good spirits. This isn't good. Why don't we go to the hospital?"
"I can't get an appointment with a specialist. I've asked someone for help and I'm trying to find a way to get one. I'm so anxious."
Fu Weiru frowned worriedly. "It's all Xing Yao's fault. He took that medicine and it made him talk nonsense all the time. He even sleepwalked last night and fiddled with his knife and fork in the restaurant. It scared me."
Chang Ting glanced at Zhu Zangmo and said, "Principal Zhu, take care of yourself. If your health breaks down, you won't be able to paint anymore."
"Painting." Zhu Zangmo suddenly looked up, perked up, his eyes gleaming like mercury. "Do you know how much one of my paintings is worth?"
He raised one hand and was about to count.
Fu Weiru pushed him down. Fu Weiru was both angry and amused: "Why are you still showing off? You're becoming more and more like a child as you get older! Officer Chang, the air here is not good, come upstairs and have some tea."
"Okay, okay." Chang Ting responded.
Fu Weiru supported Zhu Zangmo and went up the stairs first.
Chang Ting turned off the light in the hut and was about to leave, but a certain feeling of thorns in his back made him pause at the door.
I always feel like someone is watching me from behind.
Was it Zhu Zangmo's nonsense that made him suspicious?
He stood in the darkness at the doorway, looking back and around once more. The light in the basement was dim, and the darkness in the small room was even thicker.
The corner of his eye caught sight of the ceiling.
There is a smoke alarm there. Normally, the alarm indicator light flashes once every 5 seconds or so.
He waited for a moment, but there was no flash. Was the alarm broken?
After a brief thought, he took out his cell phone, covered it with his body, quickly turned on the camera, pretended to make a call, and raised the phone - the camera was aimed at the alarm.
A spot of light appears in the lens.
He paused for a moment, then put the phone to his ear: "Hello..."
As he stepped out of the door, closed the door of the cabin, and walked up the stairs, he pretended to be on the phone while mumbling something, his back drenched in cold sweat.
His own cell phone was broken last time, and Director Xiao promised to buy him a new one, and he is still going through the application procedures.
This is a spare machine received from the bureau, and it is a relatively old model.
It is precisely this antique camera, whose lens is not equipped with an infrared filter, that can capture red images formed by infrared light.
Inside the smoke alarm, there is a miniature camera equipped with an infrared fill light!
The smoke alarm itself didn't flash, indicating it wasn't receiving any power. Perhaps the person who installed the camera took the easy way out and connected the wires directly to the camera without a separate wire.
If the home surveillance is installed by the owner himself, there is no need to install it so covertly.
Someone is secretly monitoring Zhu Zangmo's family.
Even a small room in the basement was not spared, so it is conceivable that other rooms would not be left out.
How many such cameras are hidden in Zhu Zangmo's home?
Chang Ting prayed in his heart that the person on the other end of the camera would not notice his little action just now.
He walked up the stairs, feeling a chill down his spine.
It was just as Zhu Zangmo said, as if there were many eyes staring at him in the dark.
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