We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

It is necessary to do a good job of investigation to avoid unstable factors affecting the construction of the competition area.

Xue Meng is obviously very experienced in this, he brought a thick pile of registration forms, and carried his bag on his back. He greeted Jiang Rian to go out together.

The information collection work is divided into districts, and they only need to be responsible for a few streets under the jurisdiction of the street office. Although the collection work was simple, it was very tedious and time-consuming. Jiang Ran followed Xue Meng to sweep the building from the nearest community.

The so-called sweeping means knocking and registering door to door on every floor.

Xue Meng is responsible for knocking on doors from door to door and confirming information with residents, while Jiang Ran is responsible for recording. When the two moved from one building to the next, Xue Meng suddenly nervously whispered to Jiang Ran, "Did you see it?"

Jiang Rian:?

"See what?"

"Bracelets," Xue Meng raised his eyebrows, his voice rose up, and immediately pressed down: "In the building we just swept, at least ten households wear those bracelets, and two or three of them wear necklaces. A... I don’t know if the rest is not worn or hidden in the clothes."

Previously, Xue Meng had been communicating with the residents, but Jiang Ran really didn't notice this. The building just now was the first building in this community, and his eyebrows narrowed slightly: "Have you found anyone wearing bracelets or necklaces in the previous communities?"

Xue Meng shook his head: "I didn't see it."

After speaking, he looked at him cautiously: "Didn't you say that there is a problem with the bracelet? So many people wear it, so there will be no trouble, right?"

Jiang Rian hesitated and said, "It shouldn't be."

He has already reported to the bureau. As long as Ying Qiao's boss moves fast enough to capture the Tai Sui strain, there shouldn't be any problems.

Xue Meng was a little flustered when he heard his uncertain tone, and then cautiously asked: "What should it mean? That is to say that something might happen?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang Ran walked towards Building Two holding a stack of registration forms. Seeing that he was nervous, he said to reassure him: "The main reason is that we are nervous and useless. The right to choose is in their own hands."

The beads left by Tai Sui will not directly harm people. Beads are just a medium. If these people cannot withstand the temptation and make a wish to cross the boundary to Tai Sui, they will eventually lose their lives. It can only be said that it is a causal cycle. , The fate should be so.

What outsiders can do is to capture Tai Sui as soon as possible. But it does not mean that by catching Tai Sui, people who have made a wish to Tai Sui will be safe.

Wishing is the cause, and the price is the effect. Even if Tai Sui cannot collect the price personally by then, Tian Dao will collect it for him.

People always pay for their folly.

Xue Meng remembered those people in his dreams who expressed fanatical expressions and made wishes, and vaguely understood what Jiang Rian meant. He remembered Jiang Rian's warning to him, and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his arm.

When I was speaking, I arrived at the second building.

Xue Meng had no time to think about it anymore, and knocked on the door of the first household.

The one who came to open the door was a mean-looking middle-aged woman. She clung to the door vigilantly and asked in a strong dialect of Mandarin: "What are you doing?"

Xue Meng showed her the work card hanging around her neck: "Hello, we are the clerk of the Hanyang Street Office, come to collect household information. What is your name? How many people live in the family?"

The middle-aged woman frowned tightly, and said impatiently: "Zhao Qunfang, I'm the only one at home."

Xue Meng seemed unaware of her impatience, and continued: "I also need to register my mobile phone number, please report it."

Zhao Qunfang reported a series of numbers again: "Okay, right?"

Xue Meng was about to answer, but his midfielder was suddenly poked with a pen. After he had a meal, Jiang Ran asked: "On the afternoon of May 4th, you called to report the jewelry store in Wenhua Street, right? We have gone to the store to investigate, and we have not found any feudal superstition activities or cult organizations."

Jiang Ran felt that her voice was familiar just now, so he asked.

Zhao Qunfang's face changed, a look of guilty conscience and fear flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to close the door: "What do you mean to report? I didn't report it, I don't know."

Xue Meng understood Jiang Ran’s meaning, and hurriedly inserted his feet into the crack of the door, and asked with a smile: "Don’t be afraid, we are not going to be held accountable. It’s just that the store has some other problems, we want to ask. Can you provide other clues?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything! If you make trouble, I will call the police!"

Seeing Xue Meng's repeated questioning, Zhao Qunfang's face became more ugly, and he was swearing swearing in dialect, and he would close the door regardless.

It's just that the door failed to close. When Xue Meng was struggling to withdraw his feet, two policemen walked over and asked, "Does Zhao Qunfang live here?"

Before Zhao Qunfang could speak, Xue Meng immediately answered her: "Yes."

Seeing the police looking at them suspiciously, Jiang Ran quickly showed them the badge: "Hello, comrade police, we are the clerk of Hanyang Street, who came to collect information on the residents of the community. Ms. Zhao had some misunderstandings about us just now."

Seeing the badge, the policeman dispelled his suspicion, nodded slightly at the two of them, and knocked on the door.

Zhao Qunfang reluctantly opened the door, his momentum was obviously not as good as before: "What do you want to do with me? I can't break the law!"

The policeman showed her the police officer's card and said, "May I go in and talk about it? Regarding Li Chunhua's death, we have something to ask you for verification."

Zhao Qunfang's eyes dodged: "I, I don't know anything."

The police showed her a printed document: "We found the chat history between you and her on Li Chunhua's mobile phone. Before Li Chunhua died, you had the most frequent contact with her."

Zhao Qunfang was silent for a while. After a while, he moved his steps, let the door open, and said stiffly: "Come in, what do you want to ask?"

Two policemen walked in. Jiang Ran intuitively sensed that there was a problem. He pulled Xue Meng up and followed him cheeky.

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Chapter 11

Several people sat down on the sofa in the living room, the two policemen sat on one side, Jiang Ran and Xue Meng sat on the side, and Zhao Qunfang sat alone on the single sofa. After taking out the printed chat log from the police, she seemed very upset, and she was also cramped on the sofa at the moment, her eyes erratic.

The police asked her a few questions according to the process, and she also stumbled and stumbled in her answers, inconsistent.

Jiang Ran listened in silence, only to realize that just two days before May 1st, someone died in this community. The deceased was named Li Chunhua, forty-two years old, and he lived in the first building of the community. Like Zhao Qunfang, Li Chunhua and Zhao Qunfang are both divorced and living alone. Li Chunhua does cleaning in a building, and Zhao Qunfang works as a cashier in the supermarket on the first floor of the building. Probably the situation is similar, and they live close, and the two people are very close.

But on April 27, Li Chunhua suddenly died at home unexplainably. The corpse was discovered by Li Chunhua's boss after seeing that she hadn't come to work and couldn't contact people.

Li Chunhua died very peacefully, with a strange smile on his face. After an autopsy by the police, no cause of death was found. The autopsy report showed that the deceased had no fatal injuries inside or outside, and no history of fatal diseases, but the person died in such an unclear manner.

And just in April, there were two other dead, similar to Li Chunhua's death, both of which were of unknown cause.

The police investigated Li Chunhua's interpersonal relationship and discovered that she had been in close contact with Zhao Qunfang. But just a week before Li Chunhua's death, Zhao Qunfang suddenly quit his job as a cashier and did not go in and out with Li Chunhua anymore. The two only kept in touch on WeChat.

"On April 24th, Li Chunhua sent you a message saying,'My lord is really showing up', what does it mean?" The policeman pointed to the chat log and asked.

Zhao Qunfang hung his head and clenched his hands on his knees unconsciously: "I, I don't know..."

Seeing that she was not cooperating, the police couldn't help but increase their tone, pressing harder step by step: "On the chat log, you replied to her at the time, ‘I didn’t lie to you.’ Do you really don’t know, or do you want to conceal the truth?"

Zhao Qunfang suddenly raised her head, her muddy eyes trembling uneasy, she swallowed nervously, and then changed her mouth: "I, I forgot... We are both a little superstitious. I met a very powerful master at that time. …Introduced to her, but what she is going to do, I really don’t know."

The police stared sharply at her, as if to penetrate her skin to see the bottom of her heart.

"What master? How did you meet? Does your sudden resignation have anything to do with the master and Li Chunhua?"

"We call him Master Year-old, I don't know where he is, we...we met on the road," Zhao Qunfang spoke fluently: "I resigned because I bought a lottery ticket according to the master's instructions and won ten. fifty thousand."

The two policemen looked at each other and obviously did not expect to win the lottery.

"How do you usually contact the master?"

"There is no contact, the master said that when he finds me, he will naturally find me." Zhao Qunfang shook his head, and fear flashed in his eyes when he mentioned the master.

Jiang Ran was listening, the more he listened, the more he felt that this master should be too old.

I just don't know what the relationship between Zhao Qunfang and Tai Sui is. And she had clearly called before to report the jewelry store opened by Tai Sui.

Jiang Ran coughed, raised his hand and made a gesture with something to say: "Comrade Police, I have something to say."

Seeing the police came over, he continued: "On May 4th, the street office received an anonymous report call from Ms. Zhao Qunfang, reporting that the cultural street'Thinking Things Become' jewelry store is a cult organization, and feudal superstition activities have harmed people. ."

Zhao Qunfang trembled, and suddenly screamed: "You are talking nonsense, I