File number: 0089

File name: Ghost Hand.

Reporter: Liu Yinglan.

Gender: Female.

Age: 37 years old.

Occupation: Housewife.

Contact address: Room 303, Unit 2, Building 38, Kangsheng Home, Huanghe New Village.

Contact number: 137xxxxxxx.

Cases:

"Police... Hello, officer, the matter... happened three days ago, no, right? It was half a year ago... Just finished the Chinese New Year, the third day of the Lunar New Year, on the 10th day of the Gregorian calendar, my son's birthday, he was only six years old... Woo woo..."

"Ms. Liu, don't be excited, please wipe it first."

"Okay, thank you. My son was so happy that day. His father and I celebrated his birthday in kindergarten. Because it was the last year in kindergarten, we wanted to record this meaningful birthday, so we took it on the camera."

"Yeah, this is pretty good."

"It was nothing to do, I had a happy day, after I got home... After I got home..."

"What happened when I got home?"

"After returning home, the child was very excited and jumped around on the bed, very happy. His father took a photo of him with a camera. Unexpectedly, he jumped over and fell off the bed..."

"What happened?"

“…”

"Dead?"

"……Um."

"What did the police say at that time?"

"After the police investigated the scene, it was classified as an accident."

"Then why are you here to report the case again today?"

“…”

"Ms. Liu?"

"I don't know if you believe it or not, there is really that kind of unclean thing in this world."

"Is something unclean? You mean?"

“Just…just…”

"Ms. Liu... Are you mentally irritated..."

"I'm not mentally ill, I'm not crazy. I really see unclean things, you must believe me."

"Ms. Liu, don't worry, I must believe you, let's relax. Then what do you see in detail? Why didn't you tell the police at that time?"

"I didn't see it at that time. After the child left for half a year, the pain of his father and I also relieved a little. Some time ago... three days ago, I passed by the school gate after get off work and saw the child who started school. I thought that if our child was alive, it would be time for school to start... I couldn't sleep that night and was in a bad mood, so I woke up my husband. The two of them remembered the little things that the child had been around... My husband suddenly remembered the camera in the storage room, so we turned on the camera and wanted to take a look at the child..."

"But it will be very sad to see the child falling down."

"We didn't plan to see the end. After all, that memory is too cruel to us. When the picture was placed on the bed, we planned to turn off. Just as my husband was about to turn off the camera, at this time...huh,huh,huh..."

"Ms. Liu, you have a drink of water."

"Hu...hu...no, I'm much better... We suddenly saw it in the camera... I saw a hand holding my son's hair swaying up and down..."

"What?!"

"It's just a hand, no, it's a bit like a hand..."

"And what? What happened?"

"That hand... suddenly threw my son to the ground..."

“…”

"Police officer, you must believe me."

"I believe, I believe, did you bring that camera?"

"Bring it, Lao Huang, you hand over the camera to the police officer."

"Okay, I'll take the camera first. Thank you for the message provided by you. By the way, if there is any abnormality during this period, please notify me in time."

"Ah, okay, thank you Officer Lin."

"You have to be polite, this is my duty. I need to remind you that if the evidence is found to be fake, such as synthetic, the two may be at risk of being prosecuted."

"How could we joke about such things!"

"Okay, I'll just remind you that we will start an investigation as soon as possible and keep in touch with you at any time. Please don't panic. After all, nothing happened to you and your lover for so long, which means that things are not as bad as you imagined."

"Yeah, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Recorded on September 13, 2016.

Archive recorder: Lin Qinghuan.

...

...

Huh... It's a strange way to record files.

Yang Le closed the file and suddenly felt a little sticky on his hands.

"Lin Qinghuan?" Su Luo frowned slightly and asked, "Does there be such a person in our bureau?"

"without."

Yang Le thought for a while and replied.

Although he didn't have long been to the unit, he was very busy and helped a lot, from the doorman to the director, from the sweeping aunt to the Erha at the door, he called out his name.

Who is Lin Qinghuan?

Where did the camera go?

What is that hand...

"Didi".

The phone prompted the sound of insufficient battery, awakening the two people who were still in a daze.

"Let's go."

Yang Le rubbed his eyes. His left eye would always feel a little uncomfortable after a long time in the darkness... There seemed to be a sticky dirty thing on his hands just now, so he wouldn't rub his eyes, right?

Forget it, just wash it back and wash it, it’s healthier... Oh, the instructions are reversed.

Push the door open,

The dazzling incandescent lamp in the aisle,

Bright and swaying.

The eyes were shaking so hard.

Then suddenly a stinging sensation came from his left eye.

He felt like his whole left eye was being roasted on fire, and his pupils were cut by a knife.

Damn it.

I'm sick again.

it hurts.

Su Luo's delicate face became blurred in his eyes, blurred like the snowflakes when the TV could not receive the station, accompanied by the black shadows that kept cutting.

The picture suddenly freezes.

In front of me was still the long walkway at the door of the archives room, empty.

Where is Su Luoren?

Are you standing next to you just now?

Well.

A man came over from the other end of the aisle.

This person looks so familiar...ah? Isn't this the person who just held the file?

What is this situation? It was not like this when I was sick before... Could it be...

Is it a dirty thing on the file?
To be continued...