Xing Lie was very helpless, this little girl's figure was too weird, and it was really difficult to catch her. Of course, if it's a fight between life and death, that's a different story.

"Are you so sure I can't catch you?"

Little Lori stretched out her little finger and hooked it, "Then you come and catch me, catch me, and I'll tell you where you are good." ”

This bear child, Xing Lie was very helpless: "I said, I don't know anything good." After saying that, he jumped off the roof of the building, and with a bang, his feet fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey!" little Lori leaned on the roof and looked down, "You're really not afraid that I will sell her!"

Xing Lie waved his hand without replying: "If you want to sell it, sell him!"

Little Lori patted her little head in annoyance, and muttered: "After spending so much effort and tossing for so long, I didn't make a penny, and I lost a lot." After speaking, he sighed, got up and shook his body, and his body crossed an arc in the air, like a small black swallow, penetrating the rain curtain and disappearing into the night on the roof of the building.

At this time, the rain seems to be heavier, even in the daytime, the visibility will definitely not exceed ten meters, and now it is really out of reach.

Xing Lie carried Lu Jun's body and walked in the stormy night. The wind and rain whipped down on his face and made him unable to open his eyes. But his figure was straight, and each foot on the ground was heavy and powerful.

The fat rat sat in the car, and he didn't see him until Xing Lie walked to the side of the car, opened the window, stared wide-eyed, and said, "Why are you ......?"

Xing Lie opened the trunk, slammed, threw Lu Jun's body in, closed the trunk, and then got into the car: "Go to the county government square!"

I don't know when, the storm finally stopped its rage, Linghe County, a small county full of stagnant water, the deepest part has reached the waist, but it still can't stop the determination of those uncles and aunts to dance square dance. However, it can also be understood that this rain has been falling for four or five days, and it finally stopped early in the morning.

The sky is not completely bright, it is said that the rain last night was too heavy, and the transformer in a certain place was also struck by lightning, I don't know where it is, anyway, it is very serious, and there is no electricity in this part of the county government square. No, the street lights are all black. Now there is a person on the other side, and you can only see a shadow, and you can only see who it is when you get closer.

The uncles and aunts gathered in the county hall square from all directions, greeted each other one by one, and then the energetic music sounded. Before she could jump, because the ground was too slippery, an aunt fell to the ground with a whoop, and before the people around her helped her up, the aunt screamed in horror again.

"Wife, what's wrong with you. An old man with a full head of hair helped his aunt up in a panic.

The aunt pointed to the flagpole not far away, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You see...... Look where. ”

Everyone looked up and saw a black object hanging from the top of the flagpole, and it was too dark to see what it was.

"I'll go over and see!" said an old man, and walked over quickly, and soon the old man ran back in a panic, shouting as he ran.

"Quick, call the police, there's a guy hanging over there. ”

The shrill sirens sounded in the morning after the rain, and people who got up early for morning exercise and went to work early stopped to watch. From a distance, I saw more than a dozen police cars with flashing police lights whizzing past from far and near.

At this time, the square was full of people, all looking up at the top of the flagpole, and the discussion came and went.

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and I don't know who shouted: "The police are coming." The crowd retreated like a tide to both sides, making way for a passageway.

Xia Honglang got out of the police car, but he didn't walk over immediately, but walked quickly to the police car behind him and wanted to open the door, but before he could stretch out his hand, the door had already opened. A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a police uniform and a dark face, came down.

This middle-aged man is Shang Lianqing, director of the Municipal Bureau, who led the team down after the shooting at the Tianfu Hotel last night. He can't come down if he doesn't want to, a small Linghe County, there are many vicious criminal cases a day, which has never happened since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Shang Lianqing's eyes were bloodshot, obviously, he hadn't slept all night: "Damin, block the scene and get people down." ”

"Yes!" Feng Limin, the head of the city criminal police detachment, agreed, led people to start blocking the scene, and then ordered two police officers to find the person who called the police to make a record. Several other officers untied the ropes from the flagpole and slowly lowered the person hanging from it.

Shang Lianqing said to Xia Honglang: "Let's go, let's go over and have a look!"

Xia Honglang nodded, walked over with Shang Lianqing, and when he saw the corpse on the ground, his face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief: "Lu Jun?"

"Acquaintance?" Shang Lianqing frowned.

Xia Honglang took a deep breath, the corners of his eyes were beating wildly, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart, which was the uneasiness that his son brought him.

"Yes, Lu Changli's son!" After speaking, he looked up at the office building not far away.

Feng Limin was examining the body: "There are no obvious injuries on the whole body, the fatal wound is in the throat, the wound is about two centimeters long and about four centimeters deep, and the major artery in the neck has been completely severed." The wound was neat and smooth, there was no frustration, and the murder weapon was very sharp. ”

Feng Limin stood up and looked at Shang Lianqing with a solemn face: "Look at the wound, the murderer is sophisticated, and he killed with one knife." After speaking, he squatted down again, stretched out his finger and gestured on the wound: "The length of the wound is exactly two centimeters, if it is not a coincidence, then the murderer ......."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Limin seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face changed: "Could it be him?"

Shang Lianqing looked at the wounds on the corpse and said thoughtfully: "This is exactly the same as Sun Shao's case five years ago. Like, we're really in trouble. ”