Night Wanderer

Chapter 3 Modern people's disconnection begins when their device turned off

Modern people's disconnection begins when their device turned off.

The roadblocks at the scene of the accident had already been cleared, the rain stopped at dawn, and even the sun rises.

Xue Xuanqing, who had been busy all night, stood restless in the street. She had dialed Zong Ying's number more than ten times. At first, there was a beep, and then all the other party turned off.

Unprecedented.

So she gave up dialing Zong Ying's cell phone and called her dormitory - no one answered; Finally, she dialed to apartment 699, and the mobile phone rang "Doo... Doo... Doo...". Just as she was about to hang up, the beep on the other side of the phone suddenly stopped, instead of picking up the phone——

She suddenly jumped at her temples, opened her mouth and scolded: "Damn it! Have you gotten a fever and passed out? Did you deliberately turn off your phone?!"

But there was a young male voice on the phone, gently responding to her anger: "Hello, who do you need to talk to? I can record it for you."

Strange and unusual.

She repeatedly stared at the display on the screen - it was clearly the landline of Apartment 699.

Over there, he asked again kindly: "May I know who are you looking for?"

Xue Xuanqing's heart seemed to be drenched in a barrel of oil immediately, and she turned back in earnest: "Who are you?! Ask Zong Ying to answer the phone!"

It was 5:58 in the morning when the "click" hung up over there.

When the hurried "beep" sound sounded, Xue Xuanqing was stunned and dialed again, only indicating that the line was busy- the other party left the telephone receiver hanging.

At 5:58 in the morning, it was also the moment when Zong Ying returned to Apartment 699 and found the key to open the door.

After being hung up inexplicably, Xue Xuanqing was stunned in place for a while, then recovered and lifted the pitch-black rain hat, and brushed back the wet hair on her forehead, revealing a face full of anxiety.

Xiao Zheng, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, said, "Ms. Xue, let's go to have breakfast first." Seeing that she didn't answer, he suggested, "Shall we eat shengjian?"

Xue Xuanqing, who was in the mood for breakfast, took out the car key and threw it to Xiao Zheng: "Go back to the Bureau yourself and I'll find Zong Ying."

On a sunny morning after the rain, the traffic flow kept coming and going, and the voices were full of people.

At 6:10, Xue Xuanqing crowded into the subway to No. 699. Zong Ying sat up from the sofa.

She held her breath for a while. There was nothing else in the room except the sould of the old clock, so she lowered her head to open the coffee table cabinet, pulled out the aluminum alloy survey box, clicked to unlock it, put on latex gloves, took a physical evidence bottle, put the warm water in the mug, opened the physical evidence bag, put it in the mug and sealed it.

Zong Ying immediately got up and walked to the kitchen. The semi-open space was neat and tidy, and there was an electric kettle on the counter.

The temperature is between 45 and 50 degrees Celsius. According to experience, the act of boiling water took place within 20 minutes, which means that the person was still at her house at more than 5 a.m.

The rest of the kitchen was almost untouched. Zong Ying opened the trash can and found a milk carton inside, which was already empty. She picked it out, and the production date on the seal was marked 2015-07-21, which was the milk that was filled the day before yesterday.