Beijing, Dongshan, Courtyard House. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the lotus flowers in full bloom are gently swaying with the night breeze, and sometimes you can vaguely hear the sound of koi jumping in the water. On the Taihu Lake stone by the lotus pond, the immature face of the little Taoist girl sat cross-legged and cheeked, and had vaguely seen the beauty embryo between the eyebrows was very sad, the little lama next to him smashed his mouth, several times wanted to speak and stopped, and finally blamed the little aunt and grandmother who dared to go to the room to uncover the tiles in Maoshan and greeted his head again, and helped the lama hat that was crooked by the night wind, and pouted silently.

After a long time, Xiao Daogu, who was casually stuck in a bun with a wooden hairpin on her head, still pouted and said, "Little monk, are you really going?"

The little lama who was lying on the giant Taihu Lake stone and looking up at the full moon in the sky seemed to be unhappy with the basic difference between a lama and a monk with Xiao Daogu, so he only puffed out his cheeks and spit out a saliva bubble.

"Shili Gyatso!" Xiao Daogu got angry, rewarded the little lama with a loud head, and knocked the bright yellow little lama hat.

"Zhang Xiaoman!" The little lama rubbed his head with a look of grievance, and finally remembered the wise sayings that Yun Daoge said that good men don't fight with women, snorted, and continued to stare at the jade plate that didn't know if there was really a Moon Palace Chang'e, thinking about those mysterious and head-twisting Mahayana sayings.

"Hmph, if he really dies, I'll see what you do!" Zhang Xiaoman said angrily, and moved his body away from the little lama with hatred, as if he was going to draw a line with this monk who never spoke well.

The little lama who was admiring the moon smiled lightly: "If my Brother Yun Dao dies so easily, wouldn't it be in vain for all these years of great effort by the master......" The little guy seemed to realize that he seemed to be talking too much, and suddenly shut up and continued to cultivate his Mahayana Buddha heart in front of the bright moon.

"Oh?" Zhang Xiaoman, who had originally made up his mind not to talk to the little monk for at least three days, immediately became interested, and leaned closer to the little lama, "What do you say?

The little lama yawned long at Qianli Haoyue, turned his head and glanced at Maoshan Xiaodaogu, and his lazy eyes suddenly became frightened: "Zhang Xiaoman, don't move." ”

Xiao Daogu wrinkled her dexterous little nose, and said with disdain: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, wait until I have eaten all the things passed down by my ancestors, and I can see for myself!" Hmph...... Suddenly, Xiao Daogu's afterglow swept to some kind of poolside creature, and suddenly screamed, and even rushed out half a meter high in the air with cross-legged momentum, "Frog ......" Xiao Daogu's voice fell behind the little lama with a crying tone, "Shili, can you help me get rid of it?"

The little lama shook his head helplessly: "Frog and himself, as for it?"

Xiao Daogu puffed up her mouth and wanted to be angry, but she was afraid of the fat frog, hiding behind the little lama, and only dared to peek at the ugly creature with her spare eyes, but she still said stiffly: "Just ...... That's it, I'm ...... I'm destined to fight frogs, can't I?"

Shili Gyatso lifted the lama's hat, squatted down, and stretched out his little hand that was as white as jade in the moonlight, and the frog jumped on his hand in surprise. The little lama smiled silently, turned over and jumped off the giant Taihu Lake stone, and the frog in his hand did not move at all. Finally, he squatted on the edge of the pool and said to the fat frog: "Let's go, give birth to more little frogs, and wait for Brother Yundao to come back next year." He paused, turned around and smiled at Xiaodao Gu Zhang Xiaoman, revealing two rows of white and neat little teeth, "Brother Yun Dao loves to eat roasted frogs the most!" The frog actually seemed to understand, jumped on the lotus leaf by the pool, cooed twice, and jumped into the lotus pond. The little lama grinned, jumped lightly on the Taihu Lake Stone, clapped his hands, and squinted and smiled at Xiao Daogu.

Zhang Xiaoman looked at him vigilantly: "You have touched the hand of the frog, but you are not allowed to touch me, otherwise when he comes back, I will definitely sue!" As she spoke, Xiao Daogu shook her head triumphantly.

Shili pouted, lay straight on the boulder, smiled at the soft silver moon, and muttered to himself.

Zhang Xiaoman sat down cross-legged again, still looking sad when he held his cheeks, and then followed the little lama again, muttering to himself: "The rain is so heavy, the water is so cold, don't catch a cold......

In less than an hour, dozens of speedboats were already patrolling the long bridge, and the Nanjing Military Region also sent a lot of troops to assist in finding people in the river.

At one o'clock in the morning, it had been more than three hours since Li Yundao jumped into the river, and the command center did not receive any news about Li Yundao at all, but on the way to the riverside, Han Tao received an unexpected "joy" -- the military-police joint river search detachment salvaged 10 corpses from the river, and it was supposed to be a foreign mercenary who had just stopped Li Yundao on the bridge.

After getting out of the car, Han Han Tao couldn't wait for the driver to deliver the umbrella and braved the light rain to arrive at the riverside.

Han Tao frowned, stretched out his hand and said, "Gloves!"

Shen Yanfei handed over the gloves in a timely manner, Han Tao was an old criminal policeman, looked at the first corpse at his feet familiarly, and said in a deep voice after half a minute: "Foreigner, male, fatal wound in the neck artery, died of excessive blood loss in a short period of time, the first person must be a person who is very familiar with the knife, the wound is deep on the left and shallow on the right, this person should be used to using the knife with his left hand." The deceased was about 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy body, calluses on the tiger's mouth, and several old scars of gunshot wounds on his body, so it should be a mercenary from abroad. After speaking, Han Tao began to check the second corpse again, and suddenly frowned slightly: "It seems that the person who did it should be a professional killer, or someone who has no scruples about human life, the knife edge of this corpse is facing the heart, and it is quickly stirred after the knife, and it is estimated that the visceral compartment of the heart has been stirred." The faces of everyone on the side changed slightly, everyone present had never experienced such a big formation as today, they were mercenaries, bazookas, and now there was an unidentified professional killer, and they felt palpitations when they thought about it.

There were no knife wounds on the third corpse, and Qiu Wenjie on the side whispered: "I guess it could be that he was drowned by pulling off his oxygen mask?" Qiu Wenjie was born as a political work cadre and didn't know anything about criminal investigation, and he was also severely frightened by this situation tonight.

Han Tao hesitated for a moment, and finally touched the neck of the deceased before sighing: "It was someone who forcibly broke his neck." ”

Qiu Wenjie's face was red, he gritted his teeth, and stopped talking.

When it was time for the fourth corpse, Han Tao suddenly said, "Huh": "What is this?"