Chapter 63: Oblivious
She Zi’an considered Xin Junmao’s family situation and decided not to bring all group members to visit Xin Junmao. His team members, including himself, totaled five, with three staying in the car, and only bringing one female teammate Zhao Jing to go together.
Zhao Jing was one of the only two females in the team, but due to her pure and lovely appearance, obedient look, completely different from her own cunning and clever true personality, extremely deceptive, often serving as the team’s diplomatic soul figure, which was also the reason She Zi’an decided to only bring her along.
She Zi’an knocked on Xin Junmao’s door. The person who opened it was Xin Junmao’s mother. That woman over fifty saw She Zi’an and Zhao Jing looking like they were on official business, and couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
“Hello, is this Xin Junmao’s home?” She Zi’an took out the prepared law enforcement officer documents and showed them to Xin Mother.
Seeing that it was actually law enforcement officers at the door, Xin Mother’s face turned pale on the spot, stammering, “Law… Law enforcement comrade, you… you… what do you want?”
Seeing Xin Mother’s reaction, She Zi’an felt somewhat helpless inside, glanced at Zhao Jing beside him, and Zhao Jing immediately understood, stepping forward with a mild smile, “Aunt, don’t be nervous. Actually, we’re just here to ask Xin Junmao a few questions. Last night, a small shop on Street 3 was stolen from, surveillance saw Xin Junmao jogging past at that time, so we came to ask if he saw the thief and got a clear look at his appearance.”
“Ah… ah… oh, that’s it.” Hearing this, Xin Mother’s tense shoulders suddenly drooped, she breathed a sigh of relief, then dryly laughed, “Two comrades, please come in. Our Junmao is in the room right now. I’ll take you to him. I I I, I’ll prepare some tea for you.”
“Oh, Aunt, no need to trouble yourself.” Zhao Jing sweetly smiled, “It’ll only take a moment.”
“No no, you law enforcement officers run around east and west every day, so tiring, you must be tired. Want some fruit and snacks? If not, you still have to drink some tea…” Xin Mother had the chatty habit common to most women, appearing warmly hospitable. While saying this, she led She Zi’an and Zhao Jing to Xin Junmao’s tightly closed room.
Xin Mother knocked on her son’s room door: “Junmao, open the door. Two comrades from the Law Enforcement Security Bureau want to ask you some things.”
There was a moment of silence inside the room. Xin Mother awkwardly turned back to She Zi’an and Zhao Jing, “Sorry, my child has run into some bad things recently and is being a bit sulky now.”
“Bad things?” Zhao Jing curiously followed up.
Xin Mother sighed with a gloomy expression, “It’s not that subway platform jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide incident a few days ago. My child was supposed to go for a job interview that day, who knew he’d encounter that kind of thing early in the morning… Sigh, employment pressure has been high in recent years. My child studied diligently from childhood to adulthood, did four years of university undergraduate, and still can’t find a job after graduation. What kind of world is this…” Xin Mother began pouring out her grievances endlessly again.
Zhao Jing smiled and nodded along with Xin Mother while exchanging glances with She Zi’an.
She Zi’an furrowed his brows slightly. Regarding that jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide incident, he naturally knew about it. That was the mission for Tiger Group coming to Cuizhu City. It was said that the person who jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide was connected behind the scenes to Numbered Abnormal God No. 4, Gluttonous Daughter, from Mysterious Group taboo archives.
Every Numbered Abnormal God recorded in the Mysterious Group taboo archives was almost a dangerous Abnormal God that had appeared in the Shenzhou Region. The lower the number, the greater the harm and the more murder cases already caused by that Abnormal God. Currently, the taboo archives had recorded a total of 108 Abnormal Gods, and among them, the top ten Numbered Abnormal Gods had each been involved in at least 2000 lives.
Therefore, when She Zi’an and Zhao Jing heard that Xin Junmao was connected to that jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide incident, the two felt something wrong in their hearts. Could this Hell Concert also involve this Abnormal God, Gluttonous Daughter?
Thinking that one incident involved two Abnormal Gods, one alone was enough to make one’s scalp tingle, and now two? Snake Group members’ hearts were extremely unsettled, like a stormy sea, surging waves.
Captain She Zi’an had led Snake Group for thirteen years without encountering a single heavenly anomaly event, and now they finally encountered one, and this one might directly involve two Abnormal Gods. So their Snake Group’s good luck had all been spent on the previous “safe and sound” thirteen years.
After Xin Mother spoke for a while, seeing still no response from inside the room, she became somewhat displeased and knocked on the door a few more times.
Just as Xin Mother was about to get angry, everyone finally heard the sound of unlocking from inside the room.
Xin Mother’s tightly furrowed brows slightly relaxed. She opened the door, looking at Xin Junmao who was sitting with his back to everyone in front of the window, “Junmao, cooperate well with the two law enforcement comrades’ work. I’ll go pour tea and get snacks for you.”
After saying that, Xin Mother let She Zi’an and the others enter the room, then closed the door for them.
As soon as the door closed, the entire room seemed to quiet down.
Due to the room’s orientation, Xin Junmao’s bedroom seemed somewhat stuffy. When the door closed, that suffocating hot feeling became even more obvious. Plus, the room’s soundproofing seemed designed too well, making the room both stuffy and silent. Such an environment would instead make people’s moods more irritable and uneasy.
“Mr. Xin Junmao?” She Zi’an didn’t move forward and secretly signaled Zhao Jing to stand behind him, closer to the room door. He stood behind Xin Junmao, trying to wake the motionless young man who was like a corpse.
Xin Junmao stared expressionlessly outside the window, his face vacant, listless, like a machine with high latency feedback. After a long silence, he responded, “…What is it?”
Seeing the other’s obviously anomalous performance, both She Zi’an and Zhao Jing noticed it. She Zi’an slowly and silently approached one step, asking, “Last night, did you go to the Civic Sports Center?”
“I… went?” Xin Junmao seemed puzzled.
“We saw you in the stadium’s surveillance records from last night.” She Zi’an took another step forward, standing behind Xin Junmao, “What did you go there for?”
“For what…” Xin Junmao’s brain seemed to operate very slowly, sluggishly and hesitantly saying, “Seems like I went there…”
“To listen to the concert?” She Zi’an peered over and saw only a pale, haggard face.
Xin Junmao slowly turned his eyeballs toward She Zi’an, then stiffly twisted his neck over, his lips perfunctorily opening and closing, “Seems… like there was such a thing.”
“What did you hear?” She Zi’an pressed.
“I don’t remember.” Xin Junmao tugged at the corner of his mouth, a strange smile appearing on his tired face, his vacant eyes gaining an unusual gleam, as if mentioning the “concert” reminded him of other beautiful things.
Faced with that collapsed expression, She Zi’an felt all his pores tingling.
While She Zi’an was inquiring, Zhao Jing was also observing Xin Junmao’s room and suddenly noticed a dissonant thing in the room: a comb on Xin Junmao’s desk.
If a boy’s room only had one type of comb, and it was a style biased toward female use, that wouldn’t be noteworthy, but when Xin Junmao’s room had two combs of the same type, one of which was a female-style comb, it couldn’t help but seem strange, because normally, one wouldn’t need two combs of the same type.
Moreover, that comb’s material and design were too high-end and exquisite, not like something a ordinary family like Xin Junmao’s would have. Xin Junmao, still unemployed, was even less likely to purchase such goods.
“Is this comb yours?” Zhao Jing picked up the comb and asked Xin Junmao.
Xin Junmao turned back to look at the comb, tilted his head, full of confusion, his hand unconsciously reaching out: “Seems… seems like it’s mine.”
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