"Boss, this guy..."

"Give it to me! Give it to me! So hungry... So hungry! Ahh!"

“Is there water?”

"Ah? Yes, yes, I'll pour it for you!"

Dada dada dada dada...

"So hungry... Gu... Ha... Give me... I want it, ah! Hungry..."

Dada dada dada dada...

"Ah! Ah! Uh... puff! Ah... Uh!"

"You... are Taoist priests? What was the talisman she used just now?"

"It was something our firm made. When did that person come?"

"Who? Ah...it's noon, around twelve o'clock, it should be eleven, two o'clock...he, Dong Feng, he...ah!"

“Hu…hu…ha…ha…ha…ha…ha…ha…”

"Is that good?"

“No problem for the time being.”

"oh……"

...

"Mr. Dong, are you awake?"

"Hmm... um? I..."

"Mr. Dong, do you still remember what happened before?"

"……Um……"

...

Dong Feng was in a state of loss of soul and showed no sign of recovery.

There are only normal meal ordering records on Dong Feng’s mobile phone.

On June 9, 2015, he temporarily lived in Dong Feng's residence. Video file 090015069.

The video footage was divided into two parts. On the left was the door of the house, the door and aisle were photographed, and on the right was the bedroom. A young man was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a dull expression. Liu Miao sat on a chair beside the bed, as if monitoring the man.

The video only leaves the right footage and starts to fast forward.

After Wu Ling entered the room and observed the man's condition, he put a talisman paper on his forehead. The talisman paper burned automatically. Judging from the time record in the upper left corner of the video, the talisman paper burned for two hours in total. Wu Ling left and came in again, and observed the man's condition again. She said something to Liu Miao, and then shook her head.

Most of the day passed quickly.

When the time reached 11 o'clock, the video resumed its normal playback speed.

The man who was lying motionless in the bed suddenly turned over and sat up stiffly.

Liu Miao, who was standing up and walked quickly to the other side of the bed.

The man reached out to take the phone from the bedside table. Due to the angle of the surveillance camera, he could not take a picture of the phone screen.

Liu Miao shouted: "Dong Feng!"

The man did not respond.

Ye Qing and Wu Ling entered the bedroom.

Liu Miao turned around, "He is ordering food."

Ye Qing walked over directly and reached out to take away his cell phone.

The dazed man suddenly jumped up and stopped him in a rage.

Liu Miao easily cut the man's arms back and pressed him on the bed.

"Ah! Give it back to me! I want to eat, I want to eat!! Give it back to me!" the man roared.

"It seems that it's not the store, boss." Liu Miao pressed his knee against the man's waist and looked at the cell phone in Ye Qing's hand.

"It's true. But he was looking at the one who ordered the meal the day before yesterday and yesterday." Ye Qing operated it twice and put down his phone.

“No order?”

Ye Qing nodded.

"Then do we still have to wait for the rabbit?" Liu Miao asked.

"Um."

Liu Miao tied the man to a chair with a bed sheet and stuffed the man's mouth with a towel.

Wu Ling checked the man again, left for a while, brought a glass of water and came in again.

Liu Miao pressed the man, opened his mouth, and asked Wu Ling to pour water in.

"So hungry...I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... I'm going to eat..." The man's spirit became much more depressed and murmured to himself.

"The effect is worse than yesterday." Liu Miao sighed.

"It was his condition that worsened. The yin energy became heavier." Wu Ling took the cup out.

The video was fast forward for a while, and the actual time only half an hour passed, and then it returned to normal speed.

Dongdongdongdongdong

"takeout!"

The man sitting in the chair seemed to have heard the order and began to struggle wildly.

"My! Eat! Give it to me quickly! Give it to me!"

Liu Miao was unmoved, stuffed the man's mouth with a towel and walked out of the bedroom.

The video shows everything, and the scene at the door replaced the bedroom.

The middle-aged man in ordinary clothes stood at the door, carrying a bag in his hand.

The door opened and two figures were revealed, which were Ye Qing and Liu Miao.

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the cash register sticking on the plastic bag and asked, "Is it Dong Feng?"

"The owner of Xuji Hotel?" Ye Qing asked.

The middle-aged man was puzzled, "What?"

"The hotel is in the activity room of Kangxin Community, right?" Ye Qing asked again.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "We are home-cooked. Are you Dong Feng? Is this 30?" He took a step back, looked at the door, and then looked at the neighbors.

The situation seems a bit weird.

"Can you ask a few questions?" Ye Qing said.

"I'm the one who delivers takeout. Are you Dong Feng from 30?" The middle-aged man seemed to be suspicious and took another step back.

Liu Miao, however, made a steady step, holding the middle-aged man's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man was shocked and shouted, "What are you going to do? I have no money. I just deliver takeout in the store. I have no money on my body and my family has no money!"

Liu Miao covered his mouth and dragged him into the room.

The door slammed.

Screen switching.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, Liu Miao was next to him, and Ye Qing sat opposite him, looking interrogative. The takeaway brought by the middle-aged man was placed on the coffee table in the middle. The middle-aged man glanced at the camera from time to time, looking nervous.

"What's your name?" Ye Qing asked.

"I...my name is Zhang Sheng." The middle-aged man replied nervously.

"How long have you been cooking at home?"

"I'm just a helper and do some chores. I really have no money and don't know what's happening in the store!"

"Who is the boss?"

"Boss..." The middle-aged man's uneasiness turned into confusion, "I have never seen the boss before... I am just a bunch of workers..."

"Who have you seen in the store?"

“I’ve seen the chef and the cashier.”

"What are their names? How much do you know about them?"

"The cook is my cousin, his name is Zhang Shengli. I call her sister Pan, the cashier. I only know that my surname is Pan." The middle-aged man answered honestly.

"They don't open the hotel?"

"No." The middle-aged man continued to wonder, "They were hired too."

"What you know is limited to this?"
To be continued...