On October 29, 2006, the Shantun people were found where they lived and called the police to contact the police. The police did not find Sanya in the house.

On November 1, 2006, a wildfire broke out near Shantunzi Village. The fire has not been controlled yet and the number of deaths in Shantunzi cannot be confirmed. Attached: News reports and newspaper clippings.

On November 5, 2006, it was confirmed that Zhang Dongliang died. The death was caused by excessive blood loss and was suicide. His eyes were cut out and swallowed into his belly. The body was found in a rental house. Attached: A photocopy of the police autopsy report.

On November 6, 2006, I received a call from the client. The phone recording was 3.

"Huh...ha..."

"Hello, Mr. Yu."

"Gu...hu..."

"Mr. Yu, are you okay?"

"I...I don't know...I..."

"Mr. Yu, what happened?"

"Ah? Ah...thing...thing is...I just now, my computer turned on and turned on myself. It automatically played things inside, waking me up. I...I don't know... there are still sounds in the study, so I dare not go and see them. I...I don't know if I have been infected with the virus, or something else...I..."

"Are you at home now? We'll check the situation at your home now, okay?"

"Okay, that's great!"

"Please don't act without permission for the time being, keep on the phone with us."

"well."

On November 6, 2006, I went to the client's residence. Audio files.

"You are here! It's here, the study room is here, and that thing is still playing!"

"OK."

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Wow"

Da, da, da...

"What, how?"

"It's that Sanya who is passing on the message to you."

"Me? Why? I...I don't..."

"You found the camera and entrust us to do an investigation."

"This...she...where is she now? You said last time that you didn't find her. And Zhang Dongliang... Zhang Dongliang..."

Puff... Jiligulu...

"That...what is that putting it?"

"You'd better not look."

"Ah? Very... very scary?"

"Well. We need to copy this document. Is it OK?"

"Yes, okay. You have finished copying, right..."

"It will be deleted in your computer."

"Well, okay. Then she...she now..."

"It's about to disappear. Please rest assured, this matter should end soon."

"Oh, OK... OK..."

On November 6, 2006, analyzing video files. Video files.

The video starts playing.

In the picture, there is a small house, an unfinished house, with only some simple furniture and a wooden bed.

From the perspective of the picture, the shooting machine is placed on the ground in the corner of the room, facing the door, and the angle is a bit tilted.

The door opened and a man walked in. In the picture, he could only see the lower half of the man's body.

The camera retreated.

When a man walked to the camera, the camera retreated again and again until the man's legs occupied 90% of the picture.

"Woo"

The whimpering sounded outside the screen.

The man scolded him and used dialect, and he could probably understand a keyword.

Looking at the man's legs and the shadow on the ground, he might have bent down.

The camera was lifted up.

The whimpering sound became more and more obvious.

The camera was dragged and turned around, and the woman's arms and body flashed from time to time in the picture.

The camera turned and re-pointed it to the man.

The man was holding a slender arm in his hand.

Looking at the direction of the extension of the arm, this should not be the picture taken by the camera, but the picture seen by a person.

The woman was dragged out of the house.

The outside of the house may be a living room. The same rough house and messy and simple furniture make people unable to see the original design purpose of the room.

The room was filled with high and low beds, a folding round table and a dozen plastic chairs.

Men and women sat or lie in the room. Men laughed and scolded, playing cards and drinking around the round table. Women were scattered and did not communicate.

They are indifferent to what is happening around them.

The woman was dragged all the way to the toilet.

There is only a dirty toilet inside the toilet, an equally dirty pool, a slightly blurred mirror, and a faucet connected to a plastic water pipe.

The woman was thrown into the corner of the toilet.

Her body probably hit the wall, so the picture vibrated and slowly slid down.

The faucet was opened, and the man held a plastic water pipe and washed the water on the woman.

The picture is soaked in water.

The woman opened her mouth and moaned, and the water pipe was inserted into the water pipe, cutting off all her voice.

The man cursed, and it seemed that someone was shouting something outside.

The man turned his head.

A person who was dressed in exquisite clothes and was completely different from the woman who appeared before stood at the door of the toilet.

She covered her mouth and nose and said disgustedly: "You can't let her wash every day? If not, just sell her. Didn't the boss in Fangzhou like her very much? You called him and sold her. They are rich and a fellow villager, and there are people to take care of her when she goes there. Or are you reluctant to let her go? After all, it was a couple for a hundred days. You have been a couple for several years..."

The man stopped speaking dialects and replied in Mandarin: "Yoyo, are you still jealous? Who said it before, a fool, no one wants it?"

The woman snorted, "You have done enough, there are some new things. She is stupid, and her face is good. Why are you? I've called it? I really can't bear to part with your wife?"

The man spat, "That stingy person only paid 30,000 yuan. 30,000 yuan. She sold it for one more month and then earned it back. Am I stupid to sell it?"

"It's only 30,000?" the woman said disgusted, "I'm so rich as that boss."

The man laughed, "It's not stupid for him to be rich. This woman is so bad. He wants to pay a hundred thousand or eighty thousand, that's what he's stupid!"

"Okay. Hurry up. Yesterday I said I would accompany me to buy clothes today."

"Okay. Just wash it clean and send it to her. It's just a matter of time." The man said.

The sound is very clear and the picture is very clear.

After turning around, the man pulled out the water pipe and leaned over to grab the woman's collar.

The picture is turned upwards, photographing the man's face, the yellow ceiling and the yellow light bulb.

The screen swayed twice and suddenly fell.

One hand slapped the picture, and after a while, the hand reached the lower half of the picture.

"What's wrong? Hurry up!" the woman urged.

The man's face turned pale and he said angrily: "She's out of anger!"

"What?" the woman's voice was sharp, "Don't tease me! Why are you so angry? Did she pretend?"

The man didn't know what he did, but there was too much turbid water on the picture.

"Damn it! I was just talking to you, but the water pipe was not pulled out..." the man said angrily.

"You blame me? I didn't ask you to insert the water pipe there! Besides, her nose was not blocked!" the woman shouted loudly, and then shouted, "What are you looking at? Get away! It smells disgusting, and you said don't get close to me!"

"Okay!" the man yelled, looking at the scene with a gloomy face, "Get the person out first. Damn it, bad luck!"
To be continued...