Jingle bell!
The landline in room 14 on the 647th floor rang.
At this time, Shang Jianyao was sitting on Jiang Baimian's back chair without any politeness, swaying east and west.
He reached out and picked up the microphone, leaned it to his ear, and said in a straightforward manner:
"Hello, this is Room 14 on the 647th floor, which belongs to the Ministry of Security, and the specific action team is confidential, is there anything wrong?"
Jiang Baimian on the other end of the phone scolded angrily and funnyly:
"You have no silver here for three hundred taels!"
"Yes, yes, you're right." Shang saw that Yao was good like a stream.
Jiang Baimian was not verbose, and said with a restrained expression:
"Then I'll start working."
Since the phone may also be monitored, when discussing face-to-face in the office before, Jiang Baimian repeatedly told Shang Jianyao not to chat, not to mention that he and others were investigating the death of Mu Qingqing's father.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao concentrated his attention and spread his spirit, using the structure of the telephone and the propagation of electromagnetism to affect the environment around Jiang Baimian.
Of course, this effect is very weak, and it must be heard by nearby targets at the same time to have an effect, which is why in the current state, "thinking guidance" can be used in this way, while "hypocritical people", "literary youth", and "lack of limb movement" cannot work.
Relying on this weak influence, Shang Jianyao could still sense a certain range of human consciousness.
If something really happens to Jiang Baimian's side, he will help as soon as possible.
After fierce discussions at the Consultative Committee for Democracy, they have already thought about the content of the help.
That is, instead of Jiang Baimian, he begged for mercy loudly and earnestly:
"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, let me go!"
In other words, such an apology would definitely not have any effect, but would delay the precious time to rescue Jiang Baimian, but Shang Jianyao is different, under the "guidance of thinking", the enemy will accept the apology from the heart, believing that they will never dare again, so they think that they have achieved an effect similar to silence. No further continued.
In terms of Jiang Baimian's evaluation after hearing this method at that time, it was:
Although this is a bit absurd, funny, and funny, it is useful!
Of course, "begging for mercy" is an alternative and more like a joke, because in the light of lightning, it is too late to directly shout simple words such as "stop" and "stop".
Unless the "thinking guidance" without preconditions is not effective, Shang Jianyao will consider "begging for mercy".
Jiang Baimian held the microphone in one hand, listening to Shang Jianyao's breathing, not missing every reminder that might be transmitted, manipulating the mouse with the other hand and clicking on the saved information.
This is a list of people who have died of heart causes within "Pangu Biologics" 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 very few people who have had heart problems in the past ten years and have not been rescued, only so lonely, Jiang Baimian easily used a finger Zen to search for the target:
Mu Renjie.
This age, from age to death, is in line with Mu Qingqing's father's identity.
Jiang Baimian clicked on the corresponding preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusion.
According to the preliminary investigation report, 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.
At that time, it was quiet in the dead of night, and no one noticed about it, so when other neighbors went to the public toilet, they passed by there and found Mu Renjie, who was dead.
After an autopsy, it was confirmed that the cause of death was myocardial infarction.
The preliminary investigation report also mentioned that the Order Supervision Department sent people to check the surveillance at that time and did not find that Mu Renjie had been attacked.
When he was unconscious, no one passed by the surrounding area.
This preliminary investigation report was written more than five years ago, and the surveillance video inside "Pangu Bio" was only kept for three years, and the last investigation was nearly two years ago, so the video content could not be reviewed.
——The summary of interpersonal relationships made in that investigation was that Mu Renjie did not have a major conflict with anyone during his lifetime, and that year, no one died of heart disease except for Mu Renjie on the 417th floor.
After Jiang Baimian finished reading, he held the microphone and said to himself:
"No problem."
Just looking at the preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusions, Mu Renjie's death was purely accidental, or fateful.
"No problem is the biggest problem." On the other end of the phone, Shang Jianyao replied solemnly.
Jiang Baimian said "heh":
"Why?"
"There is no reason." Shang saw that Yao Li was not straightforward and was very strong.
After answering, he lowered his voice and said weakly:
"I just think it's a bit of a coincidence."
"Why don't you say that you didn't get a good name, your life was bad, and you were doing something related to fate, and you suffered backlash?" Jiang Baimian deliberately pulled the topic away, planning to talk in detail when he arrived at the office tomorrow, so as not to be monitored on the phone.
Slapped, Shang Jianyao patted his thigh:
"It's indeed possible!"
Jiang Baimian didn't give him a chance to diverge his thinking, but said instead:
"Are you still going to explore the psychological shadow in the '506' room tonight?"
"I have a day off, and my head hurts a little." Shang Jianyao answered honestly.
He was injured in the psychological shadow before, mentally traumatized, and needed to recover, but it was not serious, and a good sleep or two could solve it.
Jiang Baimian said "hmm":
"You can tell me about the psychological shadow situation, where is the key to our total."
"Okay!" Shang saw that Yao was good like a stream.
After he finished talking in detail about his experience in that psychological shadow and gave some of his own speculations, Jiang Baimian pondered:
"You are right, the owner of the room should have lived in the family area of the Fourth Research Institute for a long time, so that he had intersected with most of the people there and talked about all kinds of things."
Only in this way will Shang Jianyao behave very smartly when chatting with those people, asking and answering, and once they exceed a certain range, they don't know what they are talking about.
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed.
Jiang Baimian continued:
"And this psychological shadow surface is very calm, peaceful, and comfortable, as long as you don't get close to the gate area, you won't be 'attacked'.
"Combined with the speculation just now, can it be considered that the owner of the room is nostalgic, nostalgic, and affectionate for the life of the family area of the Fourth Research Institute?"
"No wonder I feel like I'm coming home." The merchant on the other end of the phone rubbed his chin.
"Also, it's quite intuitive." Jiang Baimian couldn't help but laugh.
She then exhaled and asked the question:
"So, what is your biggest fear about home?"
"It's a loss." Shang Jianyao replied without hesitation.
Jiang Baimian held the microphone and nodded slightly:
"When you broke into the gate area, the expressions of the people in the family area of the Fourth Research Institute, and their cold and ruthless attitude after the explosion, made me guess:
"The essence of the psychological shadow of the room owner is that she has done something, lost her hometown, and was unanimously abandoned by those who make up her hometown, and the breaking into the gate area is a symbolic manifestation of this behavior, so the explosion will be abrupt, chaotic, and full of destructive impulses."
Papa, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands by slapping the desk.
He asked seriously:
"How to break through this psychological shadow?
"The courage to face danger is probably not good."
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and said:
"Try the courage to face painful memories head-on?
"This is in line with the character of the room owner in other psychological shadows."
"I understand." Shang Jianyao was not excited, but was full of emotion, "Some things can only be solved by tearing open the wound, looking directly at the bloody situation, and letting the pus flow clean."
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 will be? There are only a few people in the family!" Jiang Baimian's mother, Xue Sumei, pushed open the door and said, "I cut some apples for you."
She was holding a small plate with sliced apples and a small fork on top.
I didn't say I wanted to eat it...... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart, piled up a smile and said:
"Knowing my daughter Mo Ruomu, how do you know that I just want to eat fruit?"
"I still don't understand you?" After Xue Sumei put down the plate, she asked casually, "Who are you talking to, have you been calling for so long?"
Jiang Baimian replied calmly:
"A colleague, ask something."
"Oh." Xue Sumei didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked out of the study.
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The next morning, Jiang Baimian, who left early and arrived at the office last, told the contents of what he 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, then it is not a thing, on the one hand, this itself is likely to be just a coincidence, on the other hand, even if it really involves the 'Life Sacrifice' Order, stay away, it will not affect us, if you really want to retaliate, they will have already done it."
"Lessons from the past, it is quite difficult for this secret sect to develop and grow under the nose of the company." Long Yuehong echoed.
Shang Jianyao laughed, noncommittal, rubbed his chin and said:
"I'm thinking, if Mu Qingqing's father's death was really man-made, where would the murderer be at that time?"
(End of this chapter)