The night was as dark as ink, and the sky was connected with thick and scattered dark clouds, and there were no stars in the sea, only a faint moonlight.

The moonlit streetlamps overlapped the shadows left by the moonlight, and a swarm of moths emerged around the streetlamps, and their faint bodies looked extraordinarily large under the light, like hungry tigers pounced. Like a moth to a fire. It plays an unusual role in the silence of the night.

A figure, a very long shadow, flashed under the lamp, accompanied by a few sharp coughs, the shadow slowly squatted down, the originally straight back gradually appeared a little rickety, the breathing sound became heavier and heavier, and the feet were like a thousand pounds of weight, it was really difficult to take another step. Sweat dripped down his soaked back, under the lamplight, and at the same time on the shadow's heart.

Fear also spreads more and more in the shadow's heart......

It's just that there are lights ahead, spare this street, is there any hope, the shadow suddenly wanted to shout loudly, but he was tired of running for his life before, and he couldn't make any sound in his throat, like a fish in his throat.

He was unwilling, hope was ahead, and he wanted to try to get up, but a bright light flashed, like a storm, and the shadow had fallen before he got up, and it was cold under the light, the blood had not been spilled, and the person had slept. A silver knife was stuck straight into the throat of the shadow, either helpless or unwilling, and the eyes that burst out looked extremely hideous, and he couldn't look at it.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and tonight is suitable for killing, but tonight's moonlight is too ungentle and a little cold.

......

The fog in Jiangcheng has dispersed a little earlier than before, but the Longfan City Criminal Investigation Bureau is brightly lit at the moment.

"This is the sixth case in the city", Song Qingcang, as the leader of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, is tightly knit between his eyebrows at the moment, and the red bloodshot is about to fill the entire eye socket, but the thick and straight body looks a little heavy at the moment. As an old man in the criminal investigation team, after polishing for so many years, he was just promoted to the team leader, and he encountered such a difficult case.

In all six cases, the victims were completely unrelated, and all of them were fatal with a single knife, and no fingerprints were left on the knife. Crimes committed at night are selected in the blind corner of monitoring. The perpetrator is skillful, and the most important thing is that the speed of the knife is really rare, and the knife seals the throat, but the blade does not leave a single drop of blood stains on the wound of the deceased. Of course, this kind of maneuver is not something that ordinary professional killers can do, when did such a terrible killer appear in Jiangcheng.

The air is filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere, at this moment Song Qingcang is like sitting on pins and needles, the document urging the city bureau to solve the case has already been issued, and Jiangcheng, which was originally calm, has become famous because of these six cases, public opinion is boiling, and the pressure is quite great.

Six homicides in a month, as the head of the Criminal Investigation Bureau but clueless, the murderer chose to do it in the blind spot of monitoring, indicating that the murderer has a strong anti-reconnaissance ability, doctors, directors of Jiancheng District, developers rich gentry, teachers, small shop vendors, and the last one who has just been confirmed as a veteran, through a month of unremitting investigation, but can not find any connection between them, and it is impossible to confirm the murderer's motive at all. The time chosen by the murderer is midnight and early morning, and the place he chooses is not a quiet and uninhabited place, but he does not find a single witness, which is enough to prove that the murderer has careful thinking ability and super observation ability.

Years of criminal investigation experience allow Song Qingcang to determine that the murderer should not be an ordinary professional killer, and the killer is generally nothing more than hiring a murderer to kill for money, but this time the murderer is obviously a special case, and there are many murderers whose abilities and methods exceed those of similar cases in the past.

Song Qingcang was a little tired as he flipped through the case files that had been deeply reflected in his mind countless times, and there were messy photos scattered on the table, and the big red robe soaked in the early morning was estimated to have already become cold. Looking at the busy figures around him because of long-term overtime, Song Qingcang's heart seemed a little dazed.

The red sun on the horizon had already risen quietly unconsciously, but the room was still brightly lit, Song Qingcang looked at the red sun outside the window, and his thoughts drifted away....

Time passed between his fingers, and Song Qingcang, who was in deep thought, was playing with a jade ring in his hand at some point, jade jade drops, without any lines, but through the sunlight, through the faint light, he could vaguely see the word "Xiao" engraved on the end of the ring.

"Looks like it's time to go to that place'....

The ring was given to him by Song Qingcang's criminal investigator, and his master was once a legend in the police world. It's just that the incomparably majestic figure that was once in Song Qingcang's heart three years ago will always reside in his heart.

There was no farewell, only loss and regret, that night, Song Qingcang had never been so helpless.

Time can't stand still, some people, some things will eventually pass away with the wind....

In early autumn, the sunny day, the sky is like a mirror, through its unique temperature, shining in all corners of Jiangcheng, but also in everyone's heart, trying to erase all the secrets hidden in people's hearts.

In a certain high-rise building in Jiangcheng, a tall but slightly emaciated figure stands, and the gentle sunlight shines through the glass in the windowsill, reflecting a flawless face: fair skin, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through all the sorrows of the past and present lives, and the expression is like a cold star. The bridge of the nose is straight, silent and cold as ice.

The temperature in the room suddenly became a little low, and the dreary was followed by a slightly rapid footsteps.

"How's it going, are you sure?" said a deep, magnetic voice from the windowsill.

"It was confirmed that although I didn't see that face back then, I recognized the knife, and no one would kill like that. ”

The man turned his head and looked at the incomparably familiar face that had accompanied him for eighteen years, with a hint of indifference in his deep eyes.

"Xiao Mo, you know, three years ago, he disappeared like the world evaporated, and now he finally appeared. ”

The young man who was called Xiao Mo by the man was staring at the man in front of him who had tied him all his life with his refreshing and gentle eyes. From the moment the master took him to fellowship with him at the age of seven, he knew that the fate of his life would be intertwined with this man. That day, a child named Xiao Moran met a master named Lu Haoxuan. The fate of the master and servant is sealed. Over the years, etched in my heart.

"Young master, the man is sure that in addition to the knife, there is also a butterfly. On the night of that meeting, he saw a butterfly tattoo on the other person's neck. Xiao Moran had a hint of tiredness in his voice, looking at the figure in front of him, running around for many days, obviously a little tired.

"Thank you for your hard work, is there any news from the master?" there was still a hint of expectation in the flat tone.

For three years, Lu Haoxuan has been constantly looking for clues about the master's disappearance, but unfortunately all the points have stayed on the night when the master disappeared, without the slightest progress. It wasn't until the appearance of the "beggar" two months ago that it gave him a new direction and hope. "Beggar" is, of course, just a code name, he has his own name - Minghui.