Ding-ling-ling!
The landline in room 14, floor 647 rang.
At that moment, Shang Jianyao was sitting on Jiang Baimian's backrest chair without any reservation, swaying and turning.
He reached out, picked up the receiver, put it to his ear, and said with clear enunciation:
"Hello, this is room 14, floor 647, belonging to the Security Department, the specific action group is confidential, may I ask what is the matter?"
Jiang Baimian on the other end of the phone scolded, both amused and annoyed:
"You're just protesting too much!"
"Yes, yes, you're right." Shang Jianyao readily agreed.
Jiang Baimian didn't waste words, and restrained her expression:
"Then I'll start working."
Based on the possibility that the phone could be monitored, Jiang Baimian had repeatedly told Shang Jianyao during face-to-face discussions in the office, to not chat idly, and to not mention that they were investigating the death of Mu Qingqing's father. After hearing the word "working", he should provide assistance as agreed.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao concentrated his attention, spread his spirit out, and used the structure of the phone and the propagation of electromagnetism to influence the environment around Jiang Baimian.
Of course, this influence was very weak. It had to be ensured that the nearby targets heard Shang Jianyao's words simultaneously to produce an effect. This was the reason why "Thought Guidance" could be used in this way in the current state, while "Affected Person," "Literary Youth," and "Loss of Limb Movement" could not.
And relying on this weak influence, Shang Jianyao could also sense human consciousness within a certain range.
If something unexpected really happened to Jiang Baimian, he would provide assistance as soon as possible.
After the intense discussion of Shang Jianyao's Democratic Consultative Conference, they had already figured out the content of the assistance.
That was to replace Jiang Baimian and beg loudly and sincerely:
"I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again, let me go!"
If it were someone else, such an apology would definitely not have any effect, but would instead delay the precious time to rescue Jiang Baimian, but Shang Jianyao was different. Under the "Thought Guidance," the enemy would sincerely accept the apology, believe that they would never dare to do it again, and thus think that they had achieved a similar effect to eliminating witnesses and would not continue.
In Jiang Baimian's evaluation after hearing this method at the time:
Although it's a bit absurd, a bit ridiculous, a bit funny, as long as it's useful!
Of course, "begging for mercy" was an alternative plan, closer to a joke, because in the blink of an eye, directly shouting simple words like "stop it" or "stop" might be the only thing that could be done in time.
Unless the effect of "Thought Guidance" without preconditions was not good, Shang Jianyao would consider "begging for mercy."
Jiang Baimian held the microphone in one hand, listening to Shang Jianyao's breathing, not missing every possible reminder, and manipulated the mouse with the other hand, opening the saved file.
This was a list of people inside "Pangu Biology" who had died of heart problems in the past ten years, and each person was followed by a preliminary investigation report and an investigation conclusion.
The surname "Mu" was relatively rare, and among those with this surname, those who had heart problems in the past ten years and had not been rescued were even rarer. There was only one, Jiang Baimian very easily retrieved the target object using one-finger typing:
Mu Renjie.
This person's age and year of death matched the identity of Mu Qingqing's father.
Jiang Baimian opened the corresponding preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusion.
The preliminary investigation report showed that on September 30th, five years ago, Mu Renjie, who lived in Area A on the 417th floor, got up in the middle of the night to go to the nearest public toilet and suddenly fell to the ground on the way, unable to call for help.
At that time, it was late at night, and no one noticed this matter. By the time other neighbors went to the public toilet and passed by there and discovered Mu Renjie, he was already dead.
An autopsy 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, but found no evidence that Mu Renjie had been attacked.
No one passed by the surrounding area when he fainted.
This preliminary investigation report was written more than five years ago, and the surveillance videos inside "Pangu Biology" were only kept for three years. The last investigation was nearly two years ago, so the video content could not be reviewed. They could only judge that there was no problem based on the preliminary investigation report, the interpersonal relationship summary made later, and the incidence of heart disease on the corresponding floor.
--The interpersonal relationship summary made during that investigation was that Mu Renjie had no major conflicts with anyone during his lifetime, and that no one on the 417th floor except Mu Renjie died of heart disease that year.
After reading it, Jiang Baimian held the microphone and said to herself:
"There's no problem."
Simply looking at the preliminary investigation report and investigation conclusion, Mu Renjie's death was purely accidental, or rather, destined.
"No problem is the biggest problem." On the other end of the phone, Shang Jianyao replied solemnly.
Jiang Baimian "heh"ed:
"What's the reason?"
"No reason." Shang Jianyao said with great confidence.
After answering, he lowered his voice in a compliant manner and said weakly:
"I just think it's a bit of a coincidence."
"Why don't you say that the name wasn't well chosen, the fate was bad, and you were doing things involving fate, and suffered a backlash?" Jiang Baimian deliberately diverted the topic, planning to talk in detail after arriving at the office tomorrow, so as to avoid the phone being monitored.
Pa, Shang Jianyao slapped his thigh:
"There is indeed this possibility!"
Jiang Baimian didn't give him a chance to diverge his thoughts and instead said:
"Are you going to explore the psychological shadow of '506' room tonight?"
"Take a day off, my head hurts a bit." Shang Jianyao answered honestly.
He was injured in the psychological shadow before, and his spirit was damaged, and he needed to recover. However, it was not serious, and a day or two of good sleep could solve it.
Jiang Baimian "hmm"ed:
"Tell me about the situation in that psychological shadow again, let's discuss where the key is."
"Okay!" Shang Jianyao readily agreed.
After he explained in detail his experience in that psychological shadow and gave some of his own speculations, Jiang Baimian pondered for a moment and said:
"You're right about one thing, the owner of the room should have lived in the Fourth Research Institute's family area for a long time, so that she had interacted with most people there and chatted about all kinds of things."
Only in this way would Shang Jianyao in their conversations behave very lively, asking and answering, and once exceeding a certain range, it would be completely off-topic, and even themselves would not know what they were talking about.
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed.
Jiang Baimian continued:
"And this psychological shadow is very calm, peaceful, and joyful on the surface. As long as you don't get close to the door area, you won't be 'attacked'.
"Combining with the previous speculation, can it be considered that the owner of the room is attached to, misses, and has feelings for the life in the family area of the Fourth Research Institute?"
"No wonder I have a feeling of going home." Shang Jianyao on the other end of the phone stroked his chin.
"It's, it's pretty intuitive." Jiang Baimian couldn't help but laugh.
She then took a breath and raised the question:
"So, what is your greatest fear about home?"
"It's losing it." Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation.
Jiang Baimian held the microphone and nodded gently:
"When you broke into the door area, the change in the expressions of those people in the family area of the Fourth Research Institute, and their cold and ruthless attitude after the explosion, gave me a guess:
"The essence of the room owner's psychological shadow is that she did something, lost her hometown, and was unanimously abandoned by the people who made up her hometown. Breaking into the door area is a symbolic representation of this behavior, so the explosion is abrupt, chaotic, and full of destructive impulses."
Pa pa pa, Shang Jianyao applauded by tapping the desk.
He asked seriously:
"How should this kind of psychological shadow be overcome?
"The courage to face danger may not work."
Jiang Baimian considered it and said:
"Try the courage to face painful memories?
"This is in line with the personality that the room owner shows in other psychological shadows."
"I understand." Shang Jianyao was not excited, but full of emotion, "Some things can only be resolved by tearing open the wound, looking directly at the bloody situation, and letting the pus drain out."
That's quite philosophical... Jiang Baimian was about to refine the plan when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked sideways.
"Who do you think it could be? There are only a few people in the family!" Jiang Baimian's mother, Xue Sumei, pushed open the door, "I cut you some apples."
She was holding a small plate with sliced apples and a small fork on it.
I didn't say I wanted to eat it... Jiang Baimian muttered in her heart, put on a smile and said:
"No one knows their daughter like their mother, how did you know I just wanted to eat fruit?"
"Don't I know you?" Xue Sumei put down the plate and asked casually, "Who were you talking to on the phone, it took so long?"
Jiang Baimian answered frankly:
"A colleague, asking about some things."
"Oh." Xue Sumei didn't ask any more questions and walked out of the study.
...
The next morning, Jiang Baimian, who had set off earlier and arrived at the office last, told everyone the content she had found last night and asked at the end:
"What are your thoughts?"
"Let's stop here." Bai Chen pursed her lips and said, "Since it doesn't involve Xiao Hong's grandparents, then let's pretend it didn't happen. On the one hand, this may just be a coincidence, on the other hand, even if it really involves the 'Life Ritual' cult, staying away and not getting involved won't affect us. If they really wanted revenge, they would have already taken action."
"With the precedent, it's quite difficult for this kind of secret cult to grow and develop under the company's nose." Long Yuehong echoed.
Shang Jianyao laughed, noncommittal, stroking his chin and saying:
"I was thinking, if Mu Qingqing's father's death was really caused by someone, where would the murderer have been at the time?"