Xi Deng withdrew his hand, and Bai stood up and re-approached the other party, "Alone? His voice was low, like a feather falling on a person's heart, and his next movement made Xi Dengben's still limp legs almost unsteady.

"I'll agree to sleep in separate rooms tonight, but let's be one for now."

Shiro's fingers are flexible, whether it's unbuttoning pants, or whatever, maybe the person holding the scalpel has a pair of flexible hands. It didn't take long for Xi Deng to raise the white flag and surrender, but Bai did not give up, so that the flag was raised and fell down and raised, but fortunately, no one entered the store again.

At night, Bai did let Xi Deng sleep alone, but because he was leaving overnight, he was going to a meeting in the field, and the meeting was going to be held for a few days, so he came to see Xi Deng in advance just to say this, but he accidentally did something discordant.

Xi Deng stood at the window on the second floor and watched Bai drive away before closing the curtains.

The first mission has been completed, and now only the second mission remains. Xi Dian picked up his phone from the table and lit up the screen, which showed the time at one o'clock in the morning on May 9.

*

Carter sat in front of the computer, his eyes constantly scanning the screen, he was watching the surveillance. Each victim had disappeared inexplicably in an unmonitored location, but they were still in sight five minutes ago.

The first three victims have not been found, but the body of the missing milkman was found in the woods on the outskirts of the city, and he was left in a large duffel bag with a messy face, and they had to have their DNA tested to determine that it was him.

The time of the fifth case of the murderer is different from the previous four, why? And why abandon the body in the suburbs?

Carter frowned, what the hell was this damn pervert thinking? If it had nothing to do with the puppet shop owner, there must have been some other connection between the victims, some deeper connection. He picked up the coffee cup on the table and was about to drink it, but found that the cup had bottomed out, so he had to stand up and go outside to make another cup of coffee, and it would be May 10 again, would the murderer still commit the crime?

Outside, Andrew was already lying on the table snoring, and the computer was still glowing with a faint white light. Carter snorted and walked over to turn off Andrew's computer. He was about to go to the pantry, but was caught by the white paper that Andrew pressed under his arm. He pulled out the paper, and on it was Andrew's messy handwriting, with the heights, weights, and characteristics of several of the victims, and Andrew wrote a word and a question mark underneath.

"Women?"

Carter thought for a moment, then slipped the paper into his pocket.

While he was waiting for his coffee, something began to replay in his head, maybe something he had missed. Several of the victims were not of low height, and if they wanted to take them away, they thought that only tall and powerful men could do it, and they initially suspected that the puppet shop owner was because several victims had been to the shop before they were victimized, but the puppet shop owner did not have the time to commit the crime.

But there's another clue.

Why did the murderer commit a crime on the 25th of last month, and unlike the previous times, he abandoned the body in the suburbs, and even held a weapon in his unaccustomed left hand in order to be discovered.

Carter touched his chin, always feeling that something important had been overlooked.

*

It's the 10th again, and Carter is very nervous on this day, and he has already told everyone to pay attention to the phone at hand.

However, until 12 o'clock in the evening, there was no call to report the disappearance of the person. Carter breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his hanging coat, and shouted to the officers who had been waiting like him: "Get off work, go back to the shower, and get a good night's sleep." ”

Cheers erupted.

"I'm really tired, if that pervert does it again, I'll blow him in the head with one punch."

"Forget it, your little fist can't even beat a banana."

"Jingle bell—"

The sudden ringing of the phone silenced everyone, and Carter immediately extinguished the cigarette he had just lit and turned his head to look at the table where the phone sounded. There was a police officer standing next to the phone table, and he glanced at Carter and pressed the speakerphone.

"Hey, hello, this is the District A police station."

No one was talking, just the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Carter immediately gave Andrew a look, and Andrew immediately tracked and located.

"Hello?"

"Save ...... Tut-"

The phone hung up, and it was a girl on the other end of the phone, and she shouldn't be very old to listen to the voice.

Carter immediately ran up to Andrew, his eyes staring anxiously at the phone screen, and when he saw what it was, his eyes were slightly strange.

That place is near the puppet shop.

Carter didn't have time to think too much, he yelled, "The first group will follow me immediately, and the second group will track the location of the mobile phone and mobilize all the surveillance, quickly!" ”

*

Astoria, a driver who had been driving for twenty years, would work until one or two o'clock in the morning, because there were always some drunk young men coming home drunk.

Today, as usual, he received a new guest, and just after navigating, he heard the sound of a horn. The sound of the horn is harsh. "What are these cops doing? My ears are almost deaf. He glanced in the rearview mirror at the customer sitting in the back.

"Guest, don't you mind singing, do you?" Michio likes to listen to music, but some of the guests are particularly annoying, so he always asks first.

The guest drank high and lay down in his position like a stall of soft meat, ignoring the priest's words.

Dolph turned on the music and started the car.

"On this enchanting night,

I'm deeply scented with mini,

It's so different,

Almost makes me unable to think,

I think I've fallen into your trap,

You abominable criminal,

You stole a qiē ......"

Carter sat in the passenger seat, his fingers kept knocking on the window, urging him, "Hurry up!" ”

Andrew sat in the driver's seat and yelled, "I'm fast enough." ”

"You stupid monkey, don't talk, hurry up!"

Carter cursed, and the sound of music wafted in through the window. He glanced out the window and saw a taxi passing by their car.

That's probably where the music came from.

Carter withdrew his eyes, and he was still singing so late, disturbing the people.