Chapter 66: Hiding the Corpse

"Hm, besides, when we were going downstairs just now, Zhao Xiaozhen said the trash can downstairs was stolen. If I wanted to hide the corpse on the spot, I definitely wouldn't want them exposed to the air; that way, there would soon be many flies, and it would soon be discovered," Zhong Kui seemed to have completely entered the murderer's perspective to consider this matter, "Buying boxes and such to hide corpses at once is easily traceable. But that kind of large trash can used by the community has just the right size; if it's lost, everyone will only think someone is greedy for a bargain and won't investigate seriously."

Zhong Kui said while eating, but Qi Fei was so anxious he couldn't eat at all.

After finally managing to finish eating with patience, Qi Fei almost ejected from his chair and hurried back to Guiyue Apartment.

The rain that had just stopped began to drizzle again.

Qi Fei had already kicked the door once and didn't care about doing it again; he kicked open the door to 402.

The moment the door opened, a nauseating, fishy stench rushed toward them.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this house, but following that thick stench, they found the bedroom wardrobe. The wardrobe door was tightly shut, and traces of brown liquid seeping out could be seen along the door crack.

It was just that after many years, the liquid had already dried up, leaving only a layer of sticky film attached to the bottom of the cabinet.

Opening the wardrobe door, two huge trash cans appeared before their eyes.

Although the lids of the trash cans were tightly shut, there were still traces of liquid having flowed out.

Looking into the trash cans, something covered by a large black trash bag was soaking in deep brown liquid; needless to say, they knew what was inside.

Not to mention Wu Shanqiu, even Qi Fei couldn't help but pinch his nose: "Damn, the rest can only be left to Xiao Tao..."

The rain outside was getting heavier, and that black figure seemed to still be lingering nearby, peeping at their every move...

Soon, Xiao Tao appeared before them, fully armed in a protective suit and goggles.

Qi Fei said with a heavy heart: "The scene today is a bit troublesome..."

Xiao Tao looked inside roughly, didn't speak, walked up nimbly, opened his tool bag, took out a large spoon, and began to scoop the brown liquid spoon by spoon, recovering it into a special bucket.

Although Qi Fei was already wearing a mask, the smell just now stubbornly remained in his nasal cavity and wouldn't dissipate for a long time.

He hadn't recovered from that smell when he turned his head and saw that Zhong Kui was actually crying.

It wouldn't be accurate to say she was crying; to be precise, she was shedding tears with an expressionless face.

Qi Fei handed her a tissue.

Zhong Kui looked at him with empty eyes: "What for?"

Qi Fei made a gesture, signaling her to wipe her tears.

Zhong Kui touched her cheek, and sure enough, her face was wet. She looked at the tears on her hand, seemingly completely unaware that she was shedding tears.

Then she wiped them dry with her hand in two or three strokes, not taking the tissue Qi Fei handed her.

Qi Fei looked at her with worry, not knowing why her state had been a bit strange ever since discovering the incident at 402, as if something had been awakened within her body.

Placed on the autopsy table were two black skeletons. This was already the third time the residents of Guiyue Apartment had "visited" Xiao Tao's autopsy room.

"Judging from the skeletal characteristics, these two skeletons are male and female, respectively, and their ages at the time of death were around 50 and 40," Xiao Tao said, "Both skulls have obvious cracks, which should be the cause of death. Specifically, I need to look at the toxicity test of the tissue exudate I brought back."

"Judging from the age and height, they both match Old Yu and Ai Lili," Qi Fei said from the side.

"Because it's Old Yu who is missing, this time no one can open the lock," Wu Shanqiu sighed.

"Time of death?" Qi Fei asked.

"About six years," Xiao Tao answered concisely.

"It coincides exactly with the time Old Yu and Ai Lili went missing. To put it bluntly, their so-called elopement never left this building from beginning to end," Wu Shanqiu said from the side.

"It's really a damn headache!" Qi Fei said, having held back his words the whole way. His annoyance came from the fact that heaven was playing a joke on him; as long as a suspect appeared, they all ended up dead.

No matter from what angle, Old Yu was the perfect suspect, but now he had turned into a pile of bones.

"Brother Fei, according to what you said, we checked the professional backgrounds of the residents in Guiyue Apartment one by one. Except for Old Yu, no one is from the lock factory." The information Wu Shanqiu provided undoubtedly doubled his depression.

"In other words, except for Old Yu, no one has the skill to freely enter and exit other people's houses?" Qi Fei said disappointedly.

Just then, Qi Fei received a message from Sha Gou, asking if he had watched the latest video from that decryption blogger.

Qi Fei frowned and immediately opened that video account. This account didn't even have a special name like Sha Gou's; it was just a string of randomly assigned numbers. Sure enough, the latest video appeared, still related to Guiyue Apartment, saying that an old lady had recently died in this apartment, and it detailed the situation of the old lady's family. Of course, the reason was still attributed to it being haunted, an accident during the construction of the building that caused the young girl's ghost to linger, continuously creating tragedies.

He immediately called the cyber police to ask who the person who released the video account was when they asked the platform to assist in the investigation last time, and if there were any results.

The cyber police said they had just obtained the information and the IP of the video release, and were sending it to Qi Fei's phone now.

What appeared on the phone was a strange yet familiar name—the real-name registration of the account was Dai Jie. He had seen this name somewhere before, and when he saw the IP address, he suddenly realized.

Because the location shown by the IP was right in Guiyue Apartment. Now Qi Fei remembered: Dai Jie was the name of Chen Liangdi's son—that son who had been dead for twenty years.

This website had only risen in the last few years; it was obviously not registered when Dai Jie was alive. Someone had stolen his identity and even used his old desktop computer.

"What is the purpose of this person releasing the video?" Qi Fei frowned and looked at the skeletons on the autopsy table, knowing that it wouldn't take long before the matter about Old Yu and Ai Lili would also be released on the internet, "Zhong Kui, what do you think?" he asked habitually.

As a result, there was silence in the autopsy room; no one responded to him.

He raised his head and looked left and right, only to remember that Zhong Kui was not in the autopsy room, and couldn't help but mutter: "Where did she run off to today?"

At this time, Xiao You was talking to himself, holding a paintbrush and painting on a new sketchbook. Behind him came the sound of someone walking in high heels... ===== CHAPTER 67 =====