Zwilling

Kapitel 13

The building isn't on fire, and it's not going to collapse, so why am I so scared?

Oil painting No. 51: 773 Horror Series 13

Section 29: It's that piece of "old vegetable peel"

After his feet touched the ground, he untied the ropes and suddenly a thought occurred to him---

Walk around to the building entrance and take a look at "her".

Damn it! Who's afraid of who?

That's what I was thinking, but my feet went in the opposite direction and I entered the underground parking garage of the residential complex.

Sanwen straddled the motorcycle, inserted the key into the ignition, and stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared to life.

Oh no, I forgot my helmet.

"If it's not there, it's not there," he said, using his foot to separate the support from the ground, preparing to drive off.

Where to go? Sanwen asked himself this question, and the answer immediately came to him.

Go find Nono; this whole thing started at her house.

If she doesn't admit it, talk to her mother, show her the text messages on her phone, and make her understand the seriousness of the matter.

The mastermind behind the whole incident may be that "teapot".

As for Nono, she is very likely an accomplice, you bastard!

The Grand Cherokee was parked next to him. Sanwen carefully drove out of the parking space, afraid of scratching the four-wheel-drive behemoth, and inadvertently glanced at its side window—

The car window clearly reflected Sanwen's cycling situation.

There was a woman sitting on the back of the motorcycle!

The woman was wearing a light blue work uniform and a light blue face mask. She was pressed against Sanwen's back, wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her head on the back of his neck, and turned her face slightly towards the Grand Cherokee. Her eerie gaze was fixed on Sanwen through the reflection in the car window...

In an instant, the blood in Sanwen's body froze.

Oh my god! There's someone behind us?!

She wrapped her arms around my waist, but I didn't feel a thing!

After the Yamaha pulled out of the parking space, it lost control and crashed into a seven-seater van in front of it like a wild horse, making a loud bang. The van was violently bounced back and slammed into the Grand Cherokee like a cannonball. The huge impact dented the door and shattered the windows.

The motorcycle lay overturned on the ground, its engine still roaring, its wheels still turning, and exhaust fumes billowing from its pipe filling the garage. The motorcycle seemed to be panting like a wounded wild beast.

Nono had a nightmare in which she witnessed a horrific murder.

Ah Hu strangled Sanwen to death with the "super underwear" he invented.

Sanwen struggled in agony, but Ah Hu, with an unknown amount of strength, grinned and strangled him fiercely, almost breaking Sanwen's neck.

Nono, an eyewitness at the scene, was unable to help Sanwen get rid of the devilish Ah Hu and screamed in desperation.

When Nono woke up, she checked the clock and saw that it was still early, just past midnight.

A sudden urge to urinate made Nuonuo get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She didn't turn on the light because she was so familiar with everything around her that she could touch anything with her eyes closed.

Nono pulled down her underwear and sat on the toilet seat, where she could hear the sound of urinating.

The bathroom's white base color, with a faint white glow in the darkness, prevented it from being too dark.

Oh my god, how could I have such a dream?

Is it subconsciously that I hope Ah Hu will replace Sanwen?

Nono immediately gave herself a positive negative.

After urinating, she didn't stand up immediately. With her sleepy eyes open, she looked around, her gaze lingering on one spot.

The oil painting, like the surrounding bone-white sanitary ware and off-white tiles, gleamed with a dim white light.

Something doesn't seem right!

Nono stood up involuntarily, forgetting even to zip up her underwear. She slowly leaned closer, her nose almost touching the painting.

There was nothing on the painting.

The examination room, the treatment chair, the dentist on the windowsill—all had vanished, leaving only a pale canvas.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Her daughter's scream startled Du Yaofeng awake. She jumped up and rushed out of the bedroom, only to find her terrified daughter in the hallway. She assumed a pervert had broken in through the window and attempted to rape her daughter. Du Yaofeng was always ready to fight anyone who dared to harm her daughter, and every night before bed, she would place a sharp meat cleaver under her pillow.

The mother and daughter lived in a villa with six rooms on both floors, and they had to consider their safety, since there was no man in the house.

My daughter's condition is indeed worrying; her hair is disheveled, and her underwear has been pulled down to her knees.

Could it be that...?

The words that came out of his daughter's mouth left Du Yaofeng completely baffled.

"Me look...at that painting...that painting..."

Painting? What's wrong with painting?

Without a word, Nuonuo grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her into the bathroom. Du Yaofeng casually turned on the ceiling light, and the energy-saving bulb emitted a bright white light, bathing the white-toned bathroom in a pinkish-white glow.

Look!

Nuonuo pointed at the painting, and in an instant, the figure was frozen in place by Sun Wukong's spell.

Everything in the painting remains the same: the examination room, the treatment chair, the desk, and the female doctor wearing a mask, sitting calmly on the windowsill with her legs slightly crossed, her eyes peeking out from under the mask, gazing wistfully at the mother and daughter.

"What are you looking at?" Du Yaofeng glared at her daughter and snapped, "Put your pants on right now! What kind of behavior is this!"

Nuonuo seemed not to hear and continued to stand there blankly, so Du Yaofeng had no choice but to help her pull up her underwear.

"I clearly saw just now... there was nothing on the painting... just a white canvas..."

Du Yaofeng snorted irritably, "I think you've flattened your head from sleeping so long. You don't even wear pants, and you're bouncing around like your butt's on fire. What if there's a man in the house... I wonder what you'll do!"

The picture frame was tilted slightly to the right. Du Yaofeng straightened it and scolded, "Alright, go to sleep!"

Nuonuo lay in bed, completely unable to sleep, thinking about the unbelievable thing that Sanwen had encountered at noon today. At that time, she also scolded Sanwen severely, just like her mother, and scolded him for having too much sexual fantasy, wondering if every woman on the street could become naked in his eyes.

Now it seems that there really is something wrong with this painting.

Tomorrow... no, today, I'm going to find Sanwen and tell him what I saw. I'll examine the painting carefully with a magnifying glass or microscope to see what secrets it holds.

Oil painting No. 51: 773 Horror Series 13

Section 30: Why would I have such a dream?

It was truly a bizarre traffic accident.

Officer Mo from the traffic police detachment made this remark.

Sanwen's death was initially handled as a traffic accident.

At 12:40 a.m., a resident of the community drove back to the garage and found the scene of the tragedy. He immediately called the security guard, who then called the police and the emergency medical services (120).

The patrol car arrived at the scene three minutes later and determined that the accident was caused by a motorcycle losing control and colliding with a car. Although it did not happen on a main street, both the vehicle involved in the collision and the vehicle that was hit were vehicles, so it was classified as a traffic accident.

Five minutes later, an ambulance arrived at the scene and took the injured person to the hospital, where they were pronounced dead. Police temporarily closed the garage and took photos and collected evidence at the scene. The garage reopened at 2:30 AM.

The underground parking garage is under 24-hour video surveillance, and the entire collision process was captured on video, which is of great help in determining liability for the accident.

The vehicle involved in the accident was a Yamaha heavy motorcycle with license plate "沪A20911" and parking space number B-13.

According to the video footage, at 12:10 AM, the driver of the motorcycle, Zhao Sanwen, entered the garage and started the engine. The video shows that he was not wearing a helmet, which alone constitutes a traffic violation. Regulations stipulate that all motorcyclists, regardless of whether they are riders or passengers, must wear helmets.

Zhao Sanwen started his motorcycle and drove away from the parking space. Suddenly, the vehicle went out of control and sped across the lane at 60 miles per hour, crashing into a Jinbei seven-seater van parked more than 20 meters away in parking space A-24. Both vehicles were damaged, and the motorcycle was basically totaled. If it hadn't been discovered in time, the motorcycle could have leaked oil and exploded. At that time, the entire underground parking garage would have been engulfed in flames, and every parked car could have become a powerful gasoline bomb with unimaginable consequences.

Meanwhile, a Jeep Grand Cherokee parked next to the motorcycle involved in the accident, in parking space B-12 with license plate "沪AD1776", was also hit, with its right door severely damaged and both windows shattered.

The driver of the vehicle involved in the accident, Zhao Sanwen, was taken to the Sixth People's Hospital, but died despite all efforts to save him.

Conclusion: Zhao Sanwen bears full responsibility for this accident.

The basic facts regarding this traffic accident are as follows.

However, after carefully reviewing the garage videotape, Officer Mo, who was handling the case, raised several points that he found difficult to understand.

First, the video shows Zhao Sanwen entering the garage, getting on his motorcycle, taking out his keys, and starting the engine. These actions all seemed normal, without any impatience or panic. When he drove the motorcycle away from the parking space, he appeared very careful, as if afraid of scratching the Grand Cherokee next to him.

Then, his motorcycle suddenly went out of control and flew off like a runaway horse.

Afterwards, the motorcycle was sent to the vehicle inspection center under the Municipal Traffic Police Corps. Although it was severely damaged, it was certain that the motorcycle was not malfunctioning before the collision. In other words, the accident was not caused by the vehicle itself.

Secondly, after the impact, the motorcycle overturned on its side, only two meters away from the Jinbei minivan it hit. The driver, Zhao Sanwen, was thrown off. Logically, even if he was thrown off hard, he should have been lying not far from the motorcycle, but he was thrown more than 20 meters away, crashing into a Grand Cherokee in parking space B-12. The right front door was dented, as if it had been hit by a 30-pound hammer. The door was completely destroyed, and both right-side windows were shattered. It's easy to imagine how powerful the force was.

According to Officer Mo's experience, such a serious situation could only occur if a motorcycle and a Jinbei van collided head-on at a speed of at least 60 miles per hour on the street. But now, the van was stationary, so where did the force come from?

If the videotape hadn't been filmed in one take, Officer Mo would have suspected he was watching a car crash stunt scene from a Hollywood movie, requiring repeated rehearsals before filming and editing techniques afterward to achieve such a viewing effect.

While having lunch at the district public security bureau canteen, Officer Mo told Pu Hongming, a detective from the criminal investigation team, about the incident as a topic of conversation. Coincidentally, Pu Hongming was looking for him to inquire about the matter.

At 6:50 a.m., the 110 emergency call center received a call for help, and patrol cars rushed to the scene.

The person who called the police was actually a neighbor downstairs in Sanwen, and a resident of apartment 805.

In the morning, when he opened the curtains, he found a rope hanging from the sky outside the balcony, falling vertically to the ground. He thought a thief had broken in, so he quickly called the police.

The police officers looked up and discovered that the rope originated from the balcony of apartment 905 upstairs. A stainless steel knot was fixed to the balcony railing, and the rope was being pulled out from the knot.

No one came out to open the door to room 905 for a long time, and the sound of dogs barking could be heard from inside.

Police questioned the community security guard, who confirmed that the driver who caused the car accident in the garage in the early hours of the morning lived in this apartment and was single.

At 8:30 a.m., three police officers pried open the door and entered room 905. A large English hunting dog immediately lunged at them. Fortunately, the officers were prepared and used a metal clamp specifically designed for catching stray dogs to clamp the dog's neck, rendering it unable to move.

The room was neat and tidy, with no abnormalities, no signs of disturbance or struggle.

If a thief were to break in with such a large dog, they would surely regret it.

This unsolved case of a rope falling from the sky was handed over to detective Pu Hongming of the district criminal investigation team. After combining it with the "garage car crash" case, he deduced the following process:

After midnight, Zhao Sanwen tried to go downstairs, but instead of using the normal route, he used a "high-rise escape descent device" he had brought back from the United States. He descended from the ninth-floor balcony to the ground, then went into the underground garage to retrieve his motorcycle. As he was leaving the parking space, the motorcycle suddenly went out of control and crashed, killing him instantly.

Could it be that his door lock is malfunctioning, preventing him from leaving, and he's in a hurry to get out, so...

Pu Hongming had this question, but after inspection, it was found that the lock on the door of room 905 was not faulty.

That's strange. Why not use the perfectly good door instead of this absurd and even dangerous method of going downstairs? What if the rope breaks during the descent? That would be disastrous.

Oil painting No. 51: 773 Horror Series 13