If it weren't for the night, few would find themselves alone.

The night is a time for the lonely insect to self-reflect,

If you fall asleep, congratulations, you've missed another opportunity to make yourself miserable.

There are always experts who say that staying up late hurts the body, in fact, staying up late hurts people's hearts, you have to keep moving forward, don't stop for a moment, don't even stop going to the toilet, really can't just take your mobile phone, there is too much entertainment for people to enjoy. You can't tell yourself when you're pooping that you're sad, it's obviously not helping to defecate.

Song Daming, who was sitting on the toilet, still didn't fall asleep, he wasn't sad, he was worried. The less able people are, the more they care about others, the better or worse they do, and the better or worse they live in the eyes of others. Song Daming was not only worried about other people's affairs, he was also worried about whether his hard-won opportunity would be suddenly stopped because of this incident, and he knew in his heart that Ji Han's ability might be his successful nuclear weapon in the future.

It's like you falling off a cliff, in ancient times, any dynasty before gunpowder was invented, pick up a Gatling and a box of bullets, you have enough chips and capital to rule the martial arts, what to receive the hair, a shuttle bullet to solve all the problems.

Song Daming didn't want to use Ji Han as his weapon, but he needed Ji Han, emotionally, at work, and the kindness of those compassionate little people.

The light of day gradually brightened, and Song Daming, the clever ghost who found inspiration from the toilet, hit the palm of his left hand with a clenched fist in his right hand, and he made a decision, why not use Ji Han's ability again? Thinking of this, his brows stretched a lot.

Li Baoxia is still asleep, the good news of the promotion and salary increase, the good news of selling the house and signing the contract, plus the effect of alcohol, she fell asleep after her body was greatly satisfied, Song Daming's sound of dressing and cleaning did not affect her, she lay quietly in her dream, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

After waking Ji Han up, Song Daming quickly pulled Ji Han out of the house.

On the streets in the early morning, the sanitation workers are in full swing to clean the road, and it is another year of civilized city creation, and those naughty leaves are always one or two pieces that quickly fall after you have just finished cleaning, as if they are boring to you.

The sanitation workers, who were already very irritable, were not in the mood to tease the trees, so they had to find another way. They shook the tree vigorously, stuck long sticks into the branches, stirred, and the leaves that had not intended to leave the tree were finished in advance and received the lunch.

Song Daming is not interested in the construction of urban civilization, and he is not in the mood to care about the popular philosophy of the leaves wanting to leave the tree, or the tree not wanting to keep the leaves, he wants to take Ji Han to the scene of the crime and try his luck.

Up to now, he has no bottom in his heart about what Ji Han presents, and he can't even deceive himself by using the set of material molding analysis. Although he tried once and succeeded, whether he could find anything this time can only be described as luck.

Fortunately, Ji Han didn't understand this, which also had an advantage, the murder scene did not make Ji Han feel afraid.

On the edge of the moat in Shizhong District, the house where Song Mingmei lives is a villa with a vintage, and in the early years it was the top and most upscale community in the city. Because the community is very small, the property has gradually withdrawn from this originally high-end community, and now the surrounding area of this community has become overgrown due to disrepair, and some railings have been broken, you only need to gently push with your hands, and you can swagger in.

I heard that there had been a homicide, and some people moved out of the community, which had few households left. The whole neighborhood became empty, the sky was not yet fully bright, and the dense trees in the neighborhood swayed gently with the morning wind, making a rustling sound. At this time, Song Daming, who was thinking about the appearance of Song Mingmei's corpse, began to be afraid.

Song Mingmei's villa has been sealed, and after entering the main entrance of the villa, she walked through a small courtyard and arrived at the main entrance of the room. Song Mingmei's I was on the second floor, facing the door. When he raised his head, he could see that the curtains in the house were closed, and there was a gap in the place where it was not tightened, Song Daming shuddered, he felt that someone was looking at him behind the curtains.

Ji Han was only awake at this moment, he stretched the muscles and bones of his whole body, and said to Song Daming:

"Brother Da Ming, is this a breakfast shop?"

"No, we're not here to eat, we're here to find something. Song Daming smiled bitterly.

"Looking for things? I'm good at this, I'm the best at finding things. Ji Han took the initiative to ask, "Brother Da Ming, tell me what you are looking for." ”

Song Daming smiled bitterly again and said, "I don't know what to look for, if we can't find something, the police will use you as a scapegoat and bear the responsibility for killing Song Mingmei." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed to the door, said to Ji Han, look, and then stretched out his hand to Ji Han's right ear.

Just for a moment, after Song Daming let go of his hand, he took a few steps back, and then said to Ji Han, you go to the second floor and see if there is any evidence that can prove that you are not a murderer.

Ji Han seemed to have completely woken up, he swept around, and said to Song Daming calmly and calmly: "I didn't kill that woman, although I think she deserves to die." I don't like those fierce people......." he said as he walked to the second floor.

Song Daming hesitated for a moment, walked out of the living room, and came to the door to stand, which was the place where he stayed most often. After lighting a cigarette, I took two puffs, and when a thick cloud of smoke came out of my mouth, it took away the suppressed breath in my body several times, slowly floated up in the air, and slowly disappeared completely, until the second puff of smoke came out again.

Song Mingmei's bedroom is a large south-facing bedroom, occupying the middle of the second floor, facing the stairs. The house is a typical pink and blue little princess style, she is the little princess in many people's hearts, she is also her own little princess, she never wanted to be a queen, in her heart, Gongxue is the queen, and she is the cute little princess.

In the little princess's room, apart from the cloakroom, dressing table and toy dolls everywhere, there are not many really large items. On the left-hand side of the door, there is a traditional old-fashioned carved wooden bed with two bedside tables, and on the right-hand side of the bed is a large dresser of golden silk nanmu, which occupies almost a third of the room, and in the middle of the two, that is, directly opposite the doorway, there is a large fish tank, and the light shining through the gap in the curtain hits the fish tank, and a large arowana and a small goldfish swim in it.

This is a platinum Arowana, it is motionless floating in the water, although its eyes are big, but it is still sleeping, and another small goldfish seems to know that someone is coming in, shuttling back and forth in the fish tank, like a swimmer showing off his skills.

Ji Han's head hurt a little again, and some unknown emotions bothered him, he sat in front of the dresser, looking at himself in the mirror. At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, and he felt that there was a force in his body, which was about to explode, and the blood vessels in his head were beating suddenly, as if he had started a motor, drumming one after another.

Ji Han rarely saw himself like this, he began to carefully look at this self in the mirror, Brother Da Ming brought himself here to find evidence that he did not kill Song Mingmei, Ji Han did not remember that he had done such a thing. Things on the edge of the pit came to his mind again, thousands of animals wrapped around the people in black clothes, they put guns around, and soon there was no sound, and the sound from the pit gradually subsided, and those dense animals pushed everything into the pit.

"Kill?" Ji Han muttered to himself, who wants to kill me?

His face in the mirror is a little distorted, the Buddha never looks in the mirror for Ji Han, at first Ji Han will be afraid of the mirror, and then Xiao Li keeps trimming Ji Han's hair and eyebrows in front of the mirror, and also smearing some cosmetics on Ji Han's face, seeing Ji Han who is in a beautiful spirit, Xiao Li will kiss him, and then say: "Do you know? You are the most handsome in my heart, no one will change it!"

Ji Han's head was messy, a neighbor who got up in the morning passed by the door, with a puppy, and when the dog passed by, he puffed a few times at the door, and the old man walking the dog also knew that there was a murder in this house, but he was not afraid. He pulled the puppy and walked away quickly, and Song Daming also walked out from behind the huge holly tree.

Hearing the noise outside, Ji Han suddenly came back to his senses. Immediately afterwards, Ji Han, who had just come back to his senses, heard something.

"Hey, I'm hungry......"

In the empty house, a sentence came out.