Embers Ad Infinitum

Jingle Bell!

The landline phone in Room 14 on the 647th floor rang.

At this time, Shang Jian Yaozheng was sitting on Jiang Baimian's armchair without any courtesy at all, swaying this way and that this way.

He reached out and picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and said eloquently:

"Hello, this is Room 14 on the 647th floor. It belongs to the Security Department. The specific operations team is confidential. What can I do?"

Jiang Baimian on the other end of the phone cursed angrily and funnyly:

"You don't have three hundred taels of silver here!"

"Yes, yes, you are right." Shang Jianyao followed the good advice.

Jiang Baimian did not hesitate, calmed down his expression and said:

"Then I'll start working."

Since phone calls may also be monitored, Jiang Baimian repeatedly told Shang Jianyao during face-to-face discussions in the office not to chat or mention that he and others were investigating the death of Mu Qingqing's father. When he heard " After the words "work", help was provided as agreed.

"Okay." Shang Jianyao concentrated his attention and spread his energy, using the structure of the phone and electromagnetic transmission to affect the environment around Jiang Baimian.

Of course, this influence is very weak, and nearby targets must hear Shang Jianyao's words at the same time in order to have an effect. This is the current situation, "Thinking Guidance" can be used in this way, and "hypocritical people" and "literary The reason why youth” and “lack of movement of limbs” cannot work.

And relying on this weak influence, Shang Jianyao can also sense human consciousness within a certain range.

If something unexpected happened to Jiang Baimian, he would provide help as soon as possible.

After intense discussions at the Shang Jian Yao Democratic Consultative Conference, they had already figured out the content of their help.

That is to beg for mercy loudly and earnestly on behalf of Jiang Baimian:

"I was wrong, I never dare again, please let me go!"

If it were anyone else, such an apology would definitely not have any effect. Instead, it would delay the precious time to rescue Jiang Baimian. However, Shang Jiyao is different. Under "thinking guidance", the enemy will accept the apology from the bottom of his heart. I believe They no longer dare to do so, and thus believe that they have achieved an effect similar to silencing. No further.

To use Jiang Baimian’s evaluation after hearing this method at the time:

Although this is a bit absurd, a bit funny, and a bit funny, it just works!

Of course, "begging for mercy" is an alternative, closer to a joke, because in the blink of an eye, simple words such as "stop" and "stop" may be enough.

Unless the "thinking guidance" that lacks preconditions is ineffective, Shang Jianyao will consider "begging for mercy."

Jiang Baimian held the microphone in one hand, listening to Shang Jianyao's breathing, not missing any reminder that might be sent to him, and controlling the mouse with one hand to click on the saved information.

This is the list of people who have died from cardiac causes within "Pangu Biology" in the past ten years, and each person is followed by a preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusion.

The surname "Mu" is relatively rare, and among the people with this surname, there are even fewer people with heart problems in the past ten years who have not been rescued. There is only one solitary one. Jiang Baimian can easily use one finger to Zen retrieved the target object:

Mu Renjie.

This person's age to death are consistent with the identity of Mu Qingqing's father.

Jiang Baimian clicked on the corresponding preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusion.

The preliminary investigation report shows that on September 30, five years ago, Mu Renjie, who lived in Area A on the 417th floor, got up in the middle of the night and went to the nearest public toilet. He suddenly fell to the ground on the way and was unable to call for help.

At that time, in the dead of night, no one noticed what happened. When other neighbors went to the public toilet and passed by, they found Mu Renjie dead.

After an autopsy, the cause of death was confirmed to be myocardial infarction.

The initial investigation report also mentioned that the Order Supervision Department sent people to check the surveillance cameras at that time, but no attack was found on Mu Renjie.

When he was unconscious, no one passed by in the surrounding area.

This preliminary investigation report was written more than five years ago, and the internal surveillance video of "Pangu Biology" was only kept for three years. The last investigation was nearly two years ago. Therefore, the content of the video cannot be reviewed and can only be based on the preliminary investigation report. , and the subsequent summary of interpersonal relationships and the incidence of heart disease on the corresponding floor determined that there was no problem with this matter.

——The summary of interpersonal relationships during that investigation was that Mu Renjie had no major conflicts with anyone during his lifetime, and that year, no one on the 417th floor died of heart disease except Mu Renjie.

After Jiang Baimian finished reading, he took the microphone and said to himself:

"no problem."

Simply looking at the initial investigation report and investigation conclusions, Mu Renjie's death was purely accidental, or destined.

"There's no problem, it's just the biggest problem." Shang Jianyao replied solemnly on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Baimian said "ha":

"What's the reason?"

"There is no reason." Shang Jian Yao was very angry.

After answering, he lowered his voice with an echoing personality and said weakly:

"I just thought it was a bit of a coincidence."

"Why didn't you say that you didn't pick the name right, your life was bad, and you were doing something involving fate, and you suffered a backlash?" Jiang Baimian deliberately changed the subject, planning to talk in detail when he gets to the office tomorrow to prevent the phone from being monitored. .

Bang, Shang Jianyao patted his thigh:

"It is indeed possible!"

Jiang Baimian didn't give him a chance to think, and instead said:

"Are you going to explore the psychological shadow in room '506' tonight?"

"Have a day off, my head hurts a bit." Shang Jianyao answered honestly.

He had been injured in the psychological shadow before and was mentally traumatized. He needed to recover, but it was not serious and could be solved with a day or two of good sleep.

Jiang Baimian said "hmm":

"Tell us more about that psychological shadow and what is the key to our analysis."

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao followed suit.

After he finished detailing his experience in that psychological shadow and gave some of his speculations, Jiang Baimian pondered and said:

"You are right about one thing. The owner of the room should have lived in the family area of ​​the Fourth Research Institute for a long time, so that he has interacted with most of the people there and talked about various things."

Only in this way, when Shang Jianyao chats with those people, they will be very smart and answer questions. But once it exceeds a certain range, they will be wrong and they will not know what they are talking about.

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed.

Jiang Baimian continued:

"And the surface of this psychological shadow is very calm, peaceful, and peaceful. As long as you don't get close to the gate area, you won't be 'attacked'.

"Based on the speculation just now, can we think that the owner of the room is nostalgic, nostalgic, and emotional about the life in the family area of ​​the Fourth Research Institute?"

"No wonder I feel like I'm home." Shang Jianyao on the other end of the phone rubbed his chin.

"Alright, it's quite intuitive." Jiang Baimian couldn't help but laugh.

She then exhaled and asked the question:

"So, what's your biggest fear about home?"

"It's loss." Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation.

Jiang Baimian took the microphone and nodded slightly:

"When you broke into the gate area, the changes in the expressions of those in the family area of ​​the Fourth Research Institute, and their cold and ruthless attitude after the explosion, gave me a guess:

"The essence of the psychological shadow of the owner of the room is that she did something and lost her hometown, and was unanimously abandoned by those who made up her hometown. Breaking through the gate area is a symbolic manifestation of this behavior, so the explosion is sudden and sudden. Chaos, full of destructive impulses.”

Bang bang bang, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands by slapping his desk.

He asked seriously:

"How to get through this kind of psychological shadow?

"The courage to face danger may not be enough."

Jiang Baimian thought about it and said:

"Try the courage to face painful memories?

"This is consistent with the character of the room owner in other psychological shadows."

"I understand." Shang Jianyao was not excited, but full of emotion, "Some things can only be solved by tearing open the wound, looking directly at the bloody situation, and letting the pus inside drain out."

It's quite philosophical... Jiang Baimian was about to refine the plan when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" she asked sideways.

"Who do you think it could be? There are only a few people in the family!" Jiang Baimian's mother, Xue Sumei, opened the door and said, "I cut some apples for you."

She was holding a small plate with sliced ​​apples and a small fork on it.

I didn’t say I wanted to eat... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart, put on a smile and said:

"Zhinu Mo Ruomu, how did you know that I just wanted to eat fruit?"

"I still don't understand you?" Xue Sumei put down the plate and asked casually, "Who are you calling for so long?"

Jiang Baimian answered calmly:

"A colleague, I want to ask something."

"Oh." Xue Sumei turned around and walked out of the study without asking any further questions.

…………

The next morning, Jiang Baimian, who had left early and was the last one to arrive at the office, recounted exactly what he had found last night and finally asked:

"What do you think?"

"That's it." Bai Chen pursed his lips and said, "Since Xiaohong's grandparents are not involved, let's just pretend that there is no such thing. On the one hand, this itself is probably just a coincidence. On the other hand, even if it is really involved, Life Sacrifice Cult, please stay away so as not to get involved and have no influence on us. If we really want to take revenge, they would have already taken action."

"As a lesson learned from past experiences, it is quite difficult for such a secret sect to develop and grow under the eyes of the company." Long Yuehong agreed.

Shang Jianyao laughed, rubbed his chin and said without comment:

"I was thinking, if Mu Qingqing's father's death was really man-made, where would the murderer be at that time?"