The old glass factory, at this time the light rain is still dripping, the whole factory has been blocked, but it is too difficult to find any clues, because last night's rain was too big, and all clues were washed away by the heavy rain.

Xia Honglang sat in the mud puddle with Xia Chen's corpse tightly in his arms, tilting his head and looking at the sky with blank eyes. There were droplets of water sliding down my face, and I didn't know if it was tears or rain.

It's just that the father and son really don't look like they're related. Xia Honglang can't say that he is a talent, but he is not ugly. But Xia Chen is different, with an inverted triangular head, how ugly and ugly it is. At the beginning, Xia Honglang once thought that Xia Chen was not his biological son, and once secretly went to do DNA, and finally proved that it was indeed his own son. Later, it could only be attributed to the fact that Xia Chen's genes suddenly changed, which is why he looked so distinctive. It is estimated that because he was ugly and was not ridiculed less when he was a child, his heart became dark and twisted, and he took pleasure in torturing and even killing people.

Shang Lianqing took a puff of a somewhat damp cigarette that had been poured by the rain, and glanced at Feng Limin beside him.

Feng Limin sighed, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, walked over, bent down and patted Xia Honglang on the shoulder: "Old Xia, let's mourn and change." ”

Xia Honglang's godless eyes moved, slowly lowered his head, gently stroked Xia Chen's face with one hand, and said in a choked voice: "Xiao Chen, you go slowly, I will definitely catch the murderer to avenge you, and let him go to hell to accompany you." ”

A police officer got out of a police car, still holding a folder in his hand, and walked quickly in front of Shang Lianqing: "Shang Ju, the transcript is done." After speaking, he handed the folder to Shang Lianqing.

Shang Lianqing waved his hand: "Just talk about it!"

The police officer said: "The informant is a scavenger and lives in this neighborhood. Every day he would pass by here, because the gate was always locked, and it was guarded, and he didn't dare to come in before. It's just that this morning he found that the stagnant water at the gate was red, and the gate was not locked, so he was curious, so he entered the compound, and then found the body. ”

Shang Lianqing asked, "That's all?"

The officer nodded: "That's all!"

Shang Lianqing waved his hand: "Thank you well, and then let him go." ”

The officer said yes and turned to leave.

"Shang Ju!" a police officer ran out of the small building with a gun in his hand. He was followed by two police officers, escorting a man who was stinking all over his body and was mentally abnormal.

"Who are you, let me go, or I'll kill you...... Bang bang bang...... Ha ha...... He's dead, he's dead......" The man shouted loudly as he pointed at his hand like a gun, and his mouth was still shouting a thumping sound.

"Big Banya!" Xia Honglang put Xia Chen's body on the ground, stood up and ran over suddenly, grabbed Da Banya's collar with both hands, and roared angrily: "Bastard, what happened last night, how could Xia Chen die here?"

"Ahh......h

"Old Xia, he has a mental problem, hurry up and let him go!" Feng Limin hurriedly broke Xia Honglang's hand holding the collar of the big plate.

The police officer handed the gun to Shang Lianqing: "The gun was found in the hands of that guy, according to the comparison of the bullet casings left at the scene and the bullet taken from a corpse, it should be this gun." ”

Shang Lianqing returned the gun to the police: "Take it back and immediately conduct a ballistics appraisal for further confirmation." ”

"Yes!" the officer put the gun into the evidence bag.

"Shang Ju!" Feng Limin walked over and said, "That guy's name is Da Banya, and he is with five of the deceased. Looking at it now, it should be that I was strongly frightened and had mental problems. ”

"Can you ask something?" Shang Lianqing asked.

Feng Limin shook his head: "It's very serious, I want to ask something, it's difficult." ”

Shang Lianqing said: "Let people send him to the hospital to see if the doctor can do anything." ”

"Okay!" Feng Limin asked two police officers to take Da Panya to the hospital.

At this time, Xing Lie was biting on pies and drinking tofu brains in a breakfast restaurant. The fat rat sat across from him, eating steamed buns and sweating.

"Why is it so hot!" the fat rat picked up a low-quality napkin and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Boss, two pieces of meat pie, two cups of soy milk!" A crisp voice came from the door, and then the beaded curtain sounded, and a petite figure jumped in.

"Ah, why are you here, why haven't you been arrested by the police uncle?"