The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 189 Gyro at the Airport

"Come here, I'll kill you!" Xiao Hei looked around, his careless expression completely out of sync with his ferocious tone. Qi Fei bent down and listened carefully to Xiao Hei's words. Indeed, when it said the word "you", the ending tone began to rise, just like the tone that Lü Ying used when she was hypnotized to imitate Chen Hao.

"I asked the people at the ticketing company to find a few voice messages sent by Chen Hao. You can refer to them." Wu Shanqiu said, taking out her mobile phone and playing Chen Hao's voice messages.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Chen Hao's voice came out, Xiao Hei's condition immediately fluctuated. It flapped its wings, as if trying to escape, and the chain on its feet pulled the frame and made a "jingling" sound.

When Liu Binjie saw this, he immediately stepped forward to comfort her.

"Where are my things? I'll kill you!" Xiao Hei repeated these words, which he learned on the night Chen Hao died.

"Could it be that Chen Hao said these words to Xiao Hei?" Wu Shanqiu raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Hei who was shivering in Liu Binjie's arms. The voice of Chen Hao playing on the mobile phone obviously scared it.

Qi Fei also stared at Xiao Hei, thinking about its words over and over again: "If the person who spoke was really Chen Hao, he was obviously looking for something, but he asked Xiao Hei where his things were. Is this reasonable?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Binjie immediately said, "If that's true, then this person is having a fantastical thought. I know Xiao Hei's habits best. He is indeed a very intelligent bird, but the way he speaks and reacts to things you see are all conditioned reflexes. For example, when he's talking about live broadcasts, he'll perform, but he doesn't actually understand the true meaning of what he's saying. Put it this way, if you ask him where something is, he won't give you an answer."

"At most you can learn this sentence. Where are my things?" Zhong Kui succinctly described what Liu Binjie wanted to express.

"Yes! Of course, we usually train it consciously. For example, when we give it certain words, it will give corresponding responses." Liu Binjie said, and began to demonstrate to Xiao Hei, "Xiao Hei, sing a song."

"You are mine, little apple~" Xiao Hei immediately started humming in real time.

"Xiao Hei, congratulations on your prosperity."

"Idiot!" Xiao Hei said the familiar word.

Liu Binjie smiled bitterly: "This is a failed case, ha, but it's true. If you say this to it, it will just say "idiot". It can be regarded as the result of training..."

"So people often say that a starling can talk but can't do. That's what it means," Zhong Kui said slowly.

"It seems that the deceased didn't know the habits of these birds. What was he looking for when he went to such great lengths to sneak into the Bird House at night?" Qi Fei looked puzzled.

"Chen Hao had nothing on him except his cell phone, wallet, and an empty black plastic bag. It seems that no matter what he was looking for, he didn't find it on the night of his death." Wu Shanqiu said from the side.

"Huh... I'm freezing to death!" Wu Shanqiu immediately wrapped her sweater tightly around her as she walked out of the Bird House.

The temperature in Nancheng has plummeted this year. The temperature was close to 30 degrees Celsius in the past two days, and has dropped to only 10 degrees Celsius in the past two days.

Zhong Kui was only wearing a silk cheongsam, strolling leisurely in the cold wind, which made Wu Shanqiu stunned: "Xiao Kui, aren't you cold?"

"Well, it's okay. My perception is a bit slow." "If you are still slow, then we are turtles."

"His perception was dull, but his brain was still working well." Zhong Kui said with a smile, "So it seems our deceased lost something important before he died."

"But what is so important? You said it's normal for other people to lose things, but this Chen Hao, I don't understand why he is so anxious. Didn't we not find his residence at the beginning? When I was studying the airport surveillance, I discovered one thing. This Chen Hao, at least on the day Lu Ying returned to China, did not leave the airport for 24 hours." Wu Shanqiu said tremblingly.

"You regard your workplace as your home? It seems you're a model worker." Zhong Kui said with a smile.

This reminded Qi Fei, and he immediately said, "Does that mean he eats, drinks, defecates, and urinates at the airport? It seems we have to go to the airport to take a look."

Qi Fei and Wu Shanqiu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Nancheng Airport's Terminal 2. Outside, silver-gray planes taxied on the runway. Wu Shanqiu pointed to the surveillance footage she had just retrieved on her phone and said, "Brother Fei, look, this is Chen Hao's trajectory for the past three months—every morning between and , he'd appear in the corner of the massage chairs in the waiting area of ​​Area B."

The two walked through the bustling crowd of passengers and arrived at Area B. The faux leather massage chair was worn out, and the old stains shone oily under the fluorescent light.

Qi Fei squatted down to check the seat. A cleaning lady came over with a cleaning cart. She looked at the two men in plain clothes, not knowing they were police officers. She asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Qi Fei showed her a photo of Chen Hao: "Do you know this person?"

The older sister recognized him immediately. "I recognize this guy! I don't know what he does at the airport, but I see him always running around with a briefcase under his arm, talking on the phone. At night, when he gets tired, he takes a nap on a chair. Look!" she said, pointing to a nearby rest area. "Over there. Spread a blanket there. When the sun rises, go to the bathroom next door and brush your teeth and wash your face. Just like at home."

"Hmm? Do you know where he keeps his luggage?"

"He's like a guerrilla fighter in the airport, dragging a suitcase around, stuffing it wherever there's space. Lately, he's been stuffing it in the locker in the nursery room. One time, when I was cleaning, I saw him take out a blanket and spread it out on a chair to sleep on." She lowered her voice and pointed diagonally behind her, "The cameras can't see that side."

Qi Fei looked in the direction she pointed and saw a notice saying "Equipment Maintenance" posted on the door of the mother and baby room.

They climbed over the temporary isolation tape and pulled open the cabinet door. The moment it popped open, a faded toiletry bag rolled out of the half-open suitcase. The cap of the mint-scented shaving foam had dried up and cracked. Simple clothes and toiletries were stuffed in randomly. This was all Chen Hao's belongings.

The terminal's announcement suddenly sounded a boarding reminder. Wu Shanqiu looked out the window at the empty flight and pursed her lips. "His colleague was right. This guy treats the airport like a perpetual merry-go-round."

In the monitoring room, Chen Hao's figure appeared in every corner of the airport in the footage played at 30 times the speed: shaving in the restroom in the morning, squatting next to a charging station at noon to eat a convenience store rice ball, curled up in a massage chair late at night with his coat covering his head...

Because the airport is a special place, Chen Hao does not look out of place whether he is dragging his suitcase or spending the night at the airport, mixing among the busy passengers.

"Oh, this Chen Hao is really a spinning top with all his strength..." Wu Shanqiu sighed.

Have a nice weekend, my little cuties.