The Return of Strange Tales

"You said this house is very dangerous, but isn't it just an ordinary residence?" Gao Ming looked like I was going to die, which made the investigator even more anxious and angry.

"The original resident of Room 2507 committed suicide. You must not live here for the sake of cheap rent." The investigator's face was disfigured, and his expression could not be seen. However, his anxious tone also revealed that there was indeed a big problem with Room 2507.

"Why? Is Brother Zhao's death not an accident, but rather his murder?"

"Don't ask why!" Sweat slid down the scar, and the investigator pointed to his terrifying face. "If you don't want to become like me, move out quickly!"

It was obvious that the investigator knew something, which made Gao Ming even more curious: "You must give us a reason, right?"

Being asked to move out suddenly is something that even a normal person wouldn't want.

"Not only you, but also the residents on your level will have to temporarily move out until the source of the anomaly is determined." The disfigurement investigator saw Gao Ming last night and knew that he was not easy to fool: "You subdued the Rainy Night Killer. I admit you have a lot of courage, but some of the dangers are intangible! Those things are the main reasons for the multiple murders in the Old City Port area!"

"Those things refer to..." Gao Ming squinted his eyes. Ordinary people would be afraid to see the investigator's face, but he was very interested in this investigator.

"The more I know, the easier it is to be entangled by them. Everything I say and do is for your good, to protect you, and I hope you can trust me." The investigator tried hard, but Gao Ming and Xuan Wen remained unmoved. "You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

"Some things cannot be avoided."

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

Under the guidance of Xuan Wen, Gao Ming sat in front of the living room mirror with a blank photo.

All the lights in the room were turned off, and four white candles were lit in the four corners of the room.

The flames flickered in the darkness, raindrops fell, thunder roared, and occasionally a flash of lightning flashed by.

Adjusting his breathing, Gao Ming closed his eyes and recalled the memories of the deceased in his mind.

Zhao Da Ge's full name is Zhao Xi. He was an abandoned baby found by an old lady on the third floor next to a garbage dump. He had never attended school and had been wearing tattered clothes from childhood to adulthood. The children in the courtyard and the second son of the old lady often bullied him, but he never rebelled.

After growing up, Zhao Xi worked as a porter in the port area, earning tuition fees for his younger siblings. He worked hard and supported his family.

Although he was very tired, Zhao Xi was always happy every day. He would greet anyone and even the child who bullied him in the front yard would call him Brother Zhao now.

Time passed day by day, and Zhao Xi became the most kind-hearted person in the Li Jing apartment. He himself was not married and started a family, but whoever had any problems, he would go and help if he could. Later, his younger brother violated the law and was imprisoned. He also took care of his foster mother and pregnant sister-in-law at home.

In theory, such an optimistic and strong person would not choose to commit suicide. The neighbors were amazed, but Gao Ming saw some details in advance.

Zhao Xi has been engaged in heavy physical labor for many years and his physical condition is very poor. After suffering a leg injury last year, he was dismissed by the factory.

Without education, with disabled legs, and not yet in good health, Zhao Xi found it difficult to find a job. He stayed at home, but was met with cold looks and criticism from his sister-in-law and foster mother.

Zhao Xi knew he was a child he had picked up. He wanted recognition more than anyone else and longed for a true family. No one looks up to him, and he doesn't have any way to relieve his emotions on a daily basis. He only holds his phone, and perhaps in his opinion, his phone understands him better than his family.