Chapter 2 The Missing Girl 5

  The room fell silent instantly, and Zhao Junjie's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

  "Tongtong, tomorrow is the anniversary of your father's death. I want to go visit your father. Can you take a day off and come with me?" At this time, Tongtong's mother didn't show any signs of being mentally unstable at all.

  She had a kind face and was smiling warmly as she gazed at her daughter who was busily arranging her clothes.

  "Mom, I've already asked for leave, don't worry! Every year at this time, we always go, otherwise Dad will miss us!" As he said this, Zhang Tong's heart skipped a beat.

  Acid.

  "Alright! Alright! I'll go prepare some more of the sweet rice cakes your father loves to eat..." Mother stood up, muttering to herself as she walked out of Zhang Tong's room.

  Zhang Tong raised his head, looking at his mother's increasingly haggard and thin figure, and sighed sadly. Every year on Father's memorial day and the anniversary of his sister's disappearance was still clearly etched in his mother's memory.

  Memories in the mind. Poor mother, it seems that living is a kind of torture for her. She would rather seal herself in those distant and departed memories.

  The office of the Criminal Police Brigade of Tianchang Public Security Bureau, Wang Yanan was pacing back and forth in the room, occasionally glancing at the phone on the desk beside him.

  Finally, the phone rang, and she almost immediately pounced on it, picking up the receiver neatly before the second ring: "Xiao Zhao, what did you find out from the mobile company?"

  ？”

  The deceased Wang Ya Jing's mobile phone number had only been in contact with one number since the day it was activated, and the last call was on the evening of her disappearance, lasting 13 seconds.

  ”

  "What is the name of the owner of that number?"

  "No way to investigate, the number is the same as the deceased's, it's that kind of Zhongzhou number that doesn't require ID registration. The call records also only show contact with the deceased's mobile phone number. After the deceased went missing"

  "This number hasn't been used again until yesterday when it was suspended due to overdue fees."

  Wang Yan frowned: "Take a look at the top to see if there is any record of human conversation with 10086, because when consulting with 10086 human customer service, there will be a call recording! I can't even mix this bastard

  "I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl!"

  After hanging up the phone, Wang Yanan came to the whiteboard filled with clues and stared at the enlarged screenshot of the deceased Wang Ya Jing in the surveillance video. This should be what she left behind

  The last image in people's line of sight, then what terrible tragedy happened to this girl? Wang Yan shook her head, she couldn't understand why the murderer would do so.

  Cruelly cutting a girl who can almost be said to have no strength into pieces, is it really showing off? Or is it fulfilling some unfulfilled wish? What on earth is this?

  What kind of person would commit such a heinous crime?

  Outside the window, night falls gradually, and the lights are initially lit. The entire Tianchang City is suddenly enveloped in a dazzling array of colors.

  Wang Yanan quietly walked to the window, pushed it open with her hand, and a gust of fresh air immediately rushed in. The gentle night breeze caressed her cheeks, blowing up a few scattered strands of hair.

  Looking at the beautiful city night scene in the hazy night, she sighed heavily. She knew that she had to calm her mind down as soon as possible, just like her good friend Zhang Tong had warned her before.

  For example, the person he is facing now is absolutely not someone with low intelligence. Wang Yan felt an indescribable pressure on his shoulders.

  The next morning, Zhang Tong held a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his hand, and his mother carried a lunch box beside him. After getting off the taxi, they walked silently into the Rui Mountain Cemetery in Tianchang City.

  The cemetery was quiet as it wasn't the Qingming Festival, and there were no other visitors except for the gardeners. Zhang Tong supported his mother to the tomb where his father was buried.

  That quiet corner. Here, nestled between mountains and water, with the beautiful Xi Hu Lake right across from it. Father has been lying here quietly for nineteen years now, and every year on this day, Zhang Tong would accompany Mother to pay respects.

  The father who passed away many years ago. And every time he comes here, Zhang Tong's heart feels an indescribable pain, especially when he sees his mother sitting in front of his father's tombstone looking at his father's photo with a reluctant expression.

  Son, Zhang Tong's tears would swirl around in his eye sockets.

  There are still three steps, after crossing them and turning another corner, walking about five meters, you can reach the front of Father's tombstone. Zhang Tong is already very familiar with this place, even if she closes her eyes, she can

  Walked right up to father's tombstone without a single deviation.

  But just when there were less than five meters left, Zhang Tong suddenly stopped in her tracks, her feet nailed to the ground as if they had been rooted there. She simply didn't dare believe her eyes, and at a distance of five meters away

  Locally, in front of Father's tombstone, a bunch of fresh chrysanthemums were placed, and a cigarette was lit! The cigarette butt had not yet burned out...

  "Can you confirm that no one has come to visit my father today?" Zhang Tong asked the cemetery administrator after revealing his true identity.

  The cemetery management staff nodded: "Everyone who comes to the cemetery for worship must register their name and the tomb number they want to worship. Comrade police," he awkwardly swallowed his saliva, "since last time...

  After the theft of ashes, we have learned a lesson and revised many security systems to make strict rules. We also installed many cameras to monitor the entire park.

  "Real-time monitoring will prevent such a terrible incident from happening again. So, police comrades, you can be completely at ease on this point!"

  The cemetery manager's words were watertight, so Zhang Tong decided not to continue arguing with him and instead asked, "I'd like to see the surveillance video from this morning, can I?"

  "Of course!" To show their good cooperation with the police, the cemetery administrator hastily led Zhang Tong into the adjacent monitoring room, pointing to the monitor and saying, "You can take a look at this."

  Look.

  Zhang Tong nodded and sat down in front of the surveillance screen, shaking the handle to rotate the probe to the location of his father's tombstone, then started querying.

  The computer quickly entered working status, first a pitch black, gradually, the sky brightened up, but in the gloomy and quiet cemetery, there was still no sign of life activity. Infrared probe faithfully

  The earth records every movement of the wind in the graveyard.

  Zhang Tong fast-forwarded the images in the surveillance footage. Before long, around 5:30 am, Hua Gong appeared, carrying a heavy backpack to the flower bed in the cemetery, and put down his backpack, taking out a large...

  The tool scissors started its daily routine pruning work.

  These were just as cemetery officials said, no signs of anything unusual.

  However, what happened after 8 o'clock surprised Zhang Tong a little. At 8:05, not long after the cemetery opened to the outside world, a figure appeared on the small path of the graveyard, wearing a black windbreaker.

  He walked straight to the grave of Zhang Tong's father, Zhang Xiaoqin, and offered flowers, lit a cigarette, and stood silently... Zhang Tong's heart was pounding because this man had been facing his back from start to finish.

  Facing the camera, so Zhang Tong basically had no way to see his appearance clearly, except for that head of white hair and a height between 1.7 and 1.8 meters.

  In less than five minutes, the mysterious tomb sweeper quickly left, leaving behind only that bunch of chrysanthemums which Zhang Tong later saw in front of the tombstone, and that half-smoked cigarette.

  Who is this person? My father didn't have many friends, and his only brother passed away last year due to brain cancer. So in all these years since my father's passing, apart from me and my mother

  Almost no one came to worship him. Zhang Tong stared at the back of this mysterious person, expecting him to turn around, even if it was just a side view, but until he disappeared in

  At the corner of the cemetery path, only one back shadow was left. Before long, the other end of the cemetery path appeared with Zhang Tong supporting his mother's figure.

  After finishing the memorial service for her father, Zhang Tong supported her mother as they walked out of the cemetery. Her heart was racing with a faint sense of unease. As they waited for a taxi, Zhang Tong couldn't hold it in anymore.

  Turning around to face her mother, she asked softly: "Mom, do you still remember when Dad was alive, did he have any very close friends? Like Uncle Chen?"

  Her mother was a bit bewildered, staring blankly at Zhang Tong, shaking her head: "It's been so many years, I don't remember very clearly."

  "Think it over carefully, okay?" Zhang Tong didn't want to give up.

  Mother still shook her head in confusion.