OBS Chapter 397 Playing tricks!
Chapter 397 Playing tricks!
"A letter? A photograph?"
The old lady was puzzled, wondering why the police were asking these questions. Liu Daqiang, standing to the side, was equally puzzled, wondering what this had to do with the female ghost singing opera in the middle of the night.
"Think about it."
Zhong Yuemin didn't mince words; he spoke directly.
"Madam, the items stolen from your house weren't anything valuable, which means the thief wasn't after money; they must have had some other purpose."
Moreover, there's a 90% chance this thief knows you and some of your past. He must have had a purpose in stealing these items. So please think carefully about what else is missing besides the stamps.
This is important; it will help our police find and locate the thief as quickly as possible.
The old woman paused, then tried hard to recall, muttering to herself.
"There's nothing else that was stolen, hmm..."
The next second seemed to be the starting point,
"It seems...it seems there are a few photos, but it's been so many years, I've almost forgotten...it's a few group photos, I think."
"Family members?"
The old lady shook her head.
"No, I used to sing opera when I was young. Later, the opera troupe disbanded, and we took a group photo to commemorate the occasion. There were a lot of group photos, and, well, there was one of them, I think it was a photo of two people, me and that person..."
At this point, his voice abruptly stopped, as if he had recalled some terrifying past event; his face turned pale, and he muttered to himself...
"Impossible, impossible, that person has been dead for a long time. He... he couldn't have come back to take that photo. Could it be... his ghost...?"
Liu Daqiang was about to ask, "What ghost? Explain yourself! Who is that person in the photo with you...?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than, from a corner of the room, a faint, ethereal singing voice suddenly drifted into the ears of the three of them.
"I urge the king to drink wine and listen to the songs of Yu~~~~"
It was that piece from "Farewell My Concubine"!
The woman's voice seemed to come from all directions, as if it were resounding directly in one's brain; it was very clear and definitely not coming from outside.
The mournful and plaintive sound was particularly jarring and startling in the quiet, dimly lit room.
The old woman screamed in fright, shrinking back in terror, her face turning deathly pale.
"A female ghost, a female ghost...!"
Even Liu Daqiang, a veteran police officer and deputy director of the branch bureau, felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end!
A thought immediately popped into my head: Damn it, are there really ghosts in this world?!
Zhong Yuemin suddenly straightened up, his pupils contracting sharply, but he showed no fear whatsoever. He had just experienced the hellish carnage of the Vietnam War.
His murderous intent and bloodlust were so intense that even evil spirits would avoid him.
The scouts' instincts allowed them to quickly pinpoint the source of the sound.
quickly,
His gaze was fixed on that corner again, scanning along the top of the corner to see the dark, horizontal beam!
Lock onto the target.
Over there!
The voice continued singing intermittently, carrying an inhuman coldness.
"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"
Zhong Yuemin snorted coldly, took a few steps to the wall, and nimbly used an old cabinet nearby as a springboard to leap upwards. With a swift and agile movement, like a cheetah, he hooked his hand onto the beam. His movements were clean and efficient, demonstrating the most basic tactical skills of a field reconnaissance soldier.
"Yuemin, what are you doing climbing up there?!"
Liu Daqiang ran over, looking puzzled.
Zhong Yuemin did not answer, his fingers carefully tracing the dusty beams.
Soon, a discovery was made. The groping motion stopped, and after a few fumbling motions, a small, black, trumpet-shaped object, slightly larger than a matchbox, was pulled from an extremely well-hidden crack in the roof beam.
Below this were extremely thin, almost invisible wires, which extended along the gaps in the beams and into the interior of the wall.
"The female ghost's screams are coming from here!"
Zhong Yuemin said calmly, then jumped down from the beam and placed the little thing in his palm.
"What is this?" Liu Daqiang asked, peering over to investigate.
"This must be a miniature speaker!"
Almost at the same time the speaker was removed, the mournful female ghost's opera singing came to an abrupt end.
Liu Daqiang was dumbfounded, and the old lady forgot her fear and came over to look.
"Someone made arrangements in this room beforehand."
Zhong Yuemin's voice was cold and stern.
"The wire runs through the wall, and the other end is definitely connected to a tape recorder and a timer or remote control device, the purpose of which is to create the illusion of 'haunting'."
Liu Daqiang immediately understood.
"Yuemin, you mean that guy who pretends to be a ghost and scare people is nearby?"
Zhong Yuemin nodded. "Let's go out and take a look."
The two rushed out, focusing on the next room. The police had already checked it; it was an empty house, uninhabited for years, and the previous check hadn't revealed anything.
The two of them carefully checked the next room but found nothing unusual. Either they were too late, or they had probably scared the 'female ghost' away when he removed the miniature speaker.
Back in the old lady's room, Liu Daqiang pressed her for answers.
"You just said the person you took a photo with is already dead. Explain yourself, what exactly happened?"
The old woman, still shaken, slumped into a chair, her body trembling as if all her strength had been drained away. Her eyes stared blankly at the dim light bulb above her, and she began to recount her story in broken sentences.
"That was more than forty years ago. I was only in my early twenties then, very young, learning to sing female roles in a troupe called 'Rongchun Opera Troupe'."
In the opera troupe, there was a fellow erhu player named Yu... Yu Liansheng. He was taciturn, but his skills were superb, especially his rendition of "Deep Night," which was heart-wrenching.
This man pursued me intensely back then, but I was arrogant and only interested in the glamour of the stage. I had no interest in a backstage string player.
Later, the opera troupe disbanded, and everyone went their separate ways. It was said that Yu Liansheng eventually went south, and then news came that he had died far from home.
"that's it?"
Liu Daqiang said:
"Is there something else going on between you two? Speak clearly now, there's no more hiding anything."
"This...I..."
The old lady hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"Although I didn't have feelings for him, I couldn't resist his ardent pursuit. He sent me flowers, gifts, and jewelry, and I... I couldn't resist the temptation, so I accepted them all."
I outwardly agreed to be with him, but actually... I was just stringing him along, just... just for his money. Later, I met a man I liked, so I told him the truth and broke up with him completely. Later, I don't know if he was traumatized or something else, but he became a bit crazy and went to the south. Later, I heard from people that he had passed away. As for the reason, I don't really know.
I know I wronged him, that I toyed with his feelings, but I've also suffered the consequences. The men who followed me all died for various reasons. I lived a life without children, and now I've ended up in this tragic and desolate state.