In the evening, Fang Zhenghua convened a meeting again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the effect of the meeting was not good, and the team that went out to investigate did not make any progress, and they investigated the monitoring of the road near the bar street in Nancheng one by one, but this was undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fang Zhenghua took out the headline of today's newspaper, Jinghai Daily, which was the murder case in Nancheng.

On the one hand, I was worried about the pressure and deadlines given above, and on the other hand, there were no clueless clues, which made the atmosphere of the serious crime team a little depressing.

The meeting was held late, until everyone dispersed, and Chu Lingqiao did not come back. Shao Huayang, who came back early, explained to Fang Zhenghua, saying that she checked the files and would not return to the team for the time being.

Xiao Ye thought about it, maybe Chu Lingqiao was angry, so he didn't bother for the time being.

The street lights at night illuminated the road, and walking on the road leading to the dormitory, Xiao Ye couldn't help but think of the dead Yang Dazhi again.

Can a person with such a stable and regular life really have an accident by chance?

If his anxiety does not come from the pressure and depression of life, but from the fear of something, then perhaps he already knew that he would be in such danger, so he was anxious in his heart, and he could only rely on medication to maintain it later.

Maybe the murderer was really an indiscriminate corpse torture criminal, but Yang Dazhi should have known him, or had some kind of subtle connection, which caused him to have a premonition of his own death.

But what is the connection?

Sometimes, people can forget the pain quickly, and this is the case with the South City Bar Street, even if the murders of the first two days were horrific, but it did not affect thrill-seekers.

Xiao Ye didn't know which tendon was wrong, so before he knew it, he got on the bus alone and came to Nancheng Bar Street.

Xiao Ye smiled helplessly, he didn't expect that he had just come to the big city of Jinghai, and the place he frequented the most was Bar Street.

Although he had only been here in the morning, Xiao Ye suddenly felt that the street at night was like another space, and the noise here made people's hearts beat faster.

A long-legged girl in a short skirt sits outside the richly decorated gate for reception, smiling brightly and seductively.

Maybe they didn't care about that, less than a hundred meters away from them, there was a decomposed corpse lying on it.

The police barrier swayed in the breeze, and the streetlights on the opposite side only shone on the dark edge of the path, and perhaps no one could see what was behind the deep path.

Xiao Ye subconsciously stepped across the isolation zone, and vaguely, he could feel the position where Yang Dazhi had been lying, the light was too dark, and he could only walk forward slowly with his senses.

He took out his mobile phone, and by the faint light, he almost wanted to go to the end of the path, and he suddenly had a feeling that this road was different from the day when he walked at night.

In front of him was the corner leading to the complex street area, and the cold walls made Xiao Ye feel a little gloomy.

Wait, no...... Xiao Ye suddenly thought of something.

Normal people's thinking, if you walk at night, you will definitely walk in a bright place, although this area is complicated, but there is more than one road to the main road of Bar Street, why did Yang Dazhi pass by here?

He has an anxiety disorder, and if it is caused by fear and fear, then he should avoid this dark path, unless he has a reason to go here!

Xiao Ye held his breath and stood quietly in the dark, as if the hustle and bustle of the bar street was cut off, everything was quiet, as if everything had returned to the source of the day of the crime.

The murderer and Yang Dazhi knew each other, and their friendship was not deep, but there were secrets between them.

Yang Dazhi changed his regular rhythm of life for this secret, and they would do something together every once in a while.

Until one day, there was a conflict between them, and Yang Dazhi began to get anxious, until a few days ago, he passed this path to the secret as usual.

The killer had long expected him to pass by, and a huge murder weapon was hidden in the darkness.

Yang Dazhi was fatally killed by a single blow, and the murderer may have misled the police, so the body was dismembered.

There may be many reasons for committing a crime, and any reasoning may be overturned without evidence, but in everyone's heart, there will always be a thread of story.

Xiao Ye once heard his grandfather say that crime is like a story, it gives an ending, but there is no beginning and process. Or maybe you have a beginning, but it's hard to guess the end.

Xiao Ye's speculation just now was the story he made up for Yang Dazhi, a story that he felt was the most likely.

If you follow his story and climb up, then Xiao Ye at this moment must continue to walk along the dark path.

He wanted to know where Yang Dazhi wanted to go, and he also wanted to know where the murderer fled through the path after killing people.

The unknown of everything, far from the hustle and bustle of the bar street, gradually occupied Xiao Ye's heart, and he was not sure if there would be someone at this moment, who was holding the murder weapon and staring at him in a dark corner.

At the end of the road is a corner, and at the end of the corner, there is a dark and cold wall, which seems to be a labyrinth that devours the curious at night.

Suddenly, in the depths of the darkness, Xiao Ye seemed to hear something, looming.

He touched the darkness and walked slowly in the direction of the sound.

……

In the quiet garden, there is an eerie atmosphere, and two dark shadows sit next to each other on rattan chairs.

At this time, no one was walking here, and it was quiet, clear enough to hear the two of them seemingly talking.

He seemed to be accustomed to burying his head deep in the collar so that the sound came from inside and became even more muffled.

The leader of the conversation was himself, but the other party didn't seem to notice that as the dominant party, he didn't care about the topic at all.

He picked up his phone and looked at the display, as if the time was almost up.

He took a deep breath, a little nervous, a little excited, this was the last one, and soon he would be relieved.

He really wants to smoke a cigarette to relax himself, just like those handsome actors on TV, but he doesn't have the habit of smoking, so he has no choice but to do it in another way.

I don't know when he started to like this kind of thing, exciting, nervous, and enjoyable.

This feeling of devastation made him enjoy it immensely, and sometimes he really felt that he should find a psychiatrist.

However, he feels that he is not sick, this is just what the protagonist should do, and as for the others, they don't need to exist.

About half a minute passed, and the friend he was talking to fell asleep for some reason.

The dark shadow stood up and took out something from under the wicker chair, and it seemed to feel better tonight......