Although the factory was abandoned, the power system continued to operate.

At the moment when the lights lit up the audience, everyone was confused.

Because they almost all came together, and that was the wide open space in the middle of the first floor of the factory.

Sun Haijun's henchmen A and B were at the knife gate on the second floor.

"What the are you stupid, what are you doing with the lights on? What should I do if that kid Qian Xin runs away, where are you going to exchange for 5 million. Henchman A said angrily to henchman B.

"You think you're an owl, swarthy, looking for 5 million. "The henchman went back.

Everyone heard the conversation between the two on the first floor, and they all focused their eyes on Qian Xin, who was terrified.

Qian Xin suddenly felt like a little sheep, and there was a kind of greed in the eyes of everyone around him.

Finally, someone couldn't control it, and rushed towards Qian Xin with green eyes, hands and feet.

Just as the money was about to arrive, the lights suddenly went out.

"I know who is the boss here, and I dare to talk back to Lao Tzu. Henchman A turned off the light and yelled at Henchman B.

All of a sudden, the factory became pitch black, and the greedy hand that had just been outstretched by the crowd hung in the air.

The boiled duck just flew.

"I'm the boss. Henchman B opened it again.

I saw that Qian Xin had already reached the lever of a machine at this time, and everyone rushed up again.

"I'm the boss. "The lights went out again.

In this way, the lights of the factory are like a flash in a discotheque, on, off, on, off.

And Qian Xin is also like magic, when he turns on the lights for the first time, his location is also different, the only interesting thing is that every time he changes the ground, there will be a few fewer clothes on his body.

When he was left with only one trouser left, red handprints of different sizes began to appear on his body.

In the end, Qian Xin's back is redder than a boiled crab, and the big handprint on his body is like a thousand hands in a mythological novel, which is very artistic.

"Bang bang bang" three gunshots.

Henchman A and Henchman B raise their hands at the same time.

"Don't mess with that light bulb again. The police chief said, holding up a smoking gun.

At this time, Qian Xin was still in a forward posture, and the group was dragging his feet.

The "box" fell from the roof of the building, and a person came.

The crowd rushed up to take a look.

I saw that the person was Sun Haijun, who was already dead at this time, his eyes were wide, and his big teeth were stubbornly bared. The blood from the stomach was gurgling outward.

Feng Wuzheng wanted to go up and check.

The chief of public security fired another shot: "Don't move, everyone, you are all suspicious, all take it back to the police station." Fang Ling cordoned off the scene and called someone over. ”

Two hours later, in the public security bureau's pressure room.

The detectives surrounded Qian Xin, Feng Wu, and Huang Feifei in the middle, and looked at them with strange eyes.

"Why should we be locked up with Murder Fan. A black woman shouted first.

Until now, they still think that Qian Xin is a perverted murderer.

Qian Xin put his hands on his chest, like a piece of mutton on a cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Sakurako stood in the middle of everyone and Qian Xin and said, "Let me tell you, he is not a murderer." Together, the three of them witnessed the whole process of the murderer's murder. ”

After Sakurako finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

It seems that Sakurako's prestige in front of everyone is still very high. Feng Wu thought to himself.

"In this case, our 5 million is hopeless, isn't it? "The wheelchair aunt in Europe is still concerned about money.

"Not necessarily, it's still possible to catch the real murderer. Sakurako's eyes also showed a hint of regret.

Everyone knows that there is one last day left until the time limit of seven. And they are all in the number, it is impossible to get 5 million.

At this time, Fang Ling walked over.

"Is Sun Haijun missing a lung?" Feng Wu asked eagerly before Fang Ling could speak, he desperately wanted to know if his conjecture was true or false.

Fang Ling's face changed: "What else do you know?"

"Looks like I've guessed it, so what to do next. Feng Wu fell into bitterness and thought.

Seeing that the master didn't speak, Huang Feifei hurriedly said: "The murderer used Changping as his altar and killed people according to the five elements. The next one is dirt. ”

"The location is about the middle city area north of Nanhu, and the time of the soil is very special, 5 to 7 o'clock in the morning, 1 to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and 5 to 7 o'clock in the evening. This is the last time he kills, if he can't be caught. There will be no chance in the future. Feng Wu quickly said this series of information, and he hoped that the police could organize this last tragedy.

Fang Ling was also shocked when he heard this, but the information given by Feng Wu was too loose. She said a little anxiously: "The urban area of Zhongcheng is too big, and it is impossible for the police force to be fully deployed now. If we can't lock down the suspect, who are we going to monitor? I'll have to get the autopsy report first. Let's break it down. And think about how to keep Qian Xin, the testimony of the two of you is not enough to exonerate him. ”

After Fang Ling finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

This case is a bit strange, why do you always feel like something is being overlooked?

Feng Wu said to the African woman: "If you don't want 5 million, if you want to, hypnotize me." ”

After 10 minutes.

Feng Wu has entered the state of emptiness, and the Taoist comprehends the highest realm of heaven and earth, and can understand the past and the future. Buddhism also has a world of clouds and flowers, and a leaf and a Kunlun.

Human beings are born with the ability to perceive everything, but they continue to degrade with their development.

Feng Wu entered the state of nothingness in order to bring himself closer to the Heavenly Dao and the truth.

At this time, he was holding a pencil in his hand, and under the pencil was a blank piece of paper. His demeanor was serene and his posture was calm.

And they surrounded him in the middle, and they did not know what he was doing.

"Master is asking the pen fairy to come up, and I also played with it when I was a child. Huang Feifei explained in English to all foreigners the magic of touching the pen fairy.

Qian Xin scoffed.

Just when everyone was listening to Huang Feifei's vernacular, Feng Wu's hand was moved.

I saw that the hand holding a pencil and drawing something on the paper.

"It's moving, it's moving. Qian Xin pushed Huang Feifei and said excitedly.

"I'm rubbing, the pen fairy has really appeared. Huang Feifei secretly observed Feng Wu to see if he was performing, he never believed in the matter of the pen immortal.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe.

The detention center was surprisingly quiet.

There was a rustling sound on the paper.

After 20 minutes, Feng Wu's hand stopped moving.

When you look at the things on paper, it's very abstract.

Qian Xin and Huang Feifei could see at a glance that it was a crooked Chinese character, but they couldn't tell what it was until they picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.

After another 10 minutes were made sure that Feng Wu was no longer moving, Huang Feifei pushed Feng Wu down.

Feng Wu woke up in an instant.

"What's wrong, what was written?" Feng Wu woke up and asked first.