5:00

At five o'clock in the morning, Tang Duge suddenly woke up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind the white tulle curtains, the moonlight is faint, and the prints on the curtains are falling.

His sleep has not been good, when he first came to the police station, he has been unable to sleep, and he does not want to take medicine, and he watches movies in the screening room every night, when he can buy good red wine without limiting himself. I can sleep for two or three hours, wake up in the morning light, take a shower, and go to work.

Ye Chen once said that his life was too bland, but it was actually far more lonely than that.

I sat up and took a sip from the cup, the cold liquid ran down my throat, and the depression caused by the dream or something gradually faded as I became conscious. Putting the cup back, his fingers trembled slightly imperceptibly. He glanced at the time, trying to remember what had come to mind before waking up, and the sensation was strong enough to force the subconscious to come out of it.

The moonlight hit the indescribable brow, and he blinked and lay back.

6:00

There was a loud roar in the headphones, and the man frowned on a dark brow, and then woke up.

There were dried red blood stains on the keyboard, like solidified fragments of oil paintings. His lips were pale, reaching for the cups on the table, and he poured a mouthful of ice water on his head, the ice had not yet completely melted, and the broken ice slammed against his teeth with a crisp low sound. He licked his teeth, and his lips were a little colored.

The computer had automatically entered standby mode, and he moved the mouse, and the screen instantly lit up. The dark red light hit his face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to avoid it, then adjusted to the light source. There is a hint of a new email in the lower right corner, and he clicks on it to see it.

Three lines.

Unmoved, the email was completely deleted after reading it.

Leaning back in his chair, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table. The thumb slowly brushes over the blade, and then deepens the force until the blade slowly sinks into the soft nam.

The front of his back was covered with a picture of a man.

Smiling, contemplative, happy, expressionless, colorful, black and white.

Large, small, hanging all over the walls. In such a room without light, it was all covered with a dull and dilapidated light.

Then he chuckled softly.

7:00

When the phone rang, Liang Yu was still asleep.

Then I was playing in the mud in the northeast, and suddenly the whole room resounded.

The man on the bed shook violently. Then an arm stretched out from under the quilt, touched it from top to bottom, leaned out half of his body, and finally picked up the phone from the ground.

Liang Yu sat up with his upper body bare, rubbing his eyes, and squinted at the phone screen. It's an unfamiliar number.

He yawned and answered the phone.

A panicked voice came from there.

"Hey, hello, Officer Liang?"

"I'm Xiao Liu of Bureau K, we met yesterday."

Liang Yu's half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, like a sleeping lion suddenly waking up, and his eyes lit up.

"It's me," he picked up the quilt and got up, and went to the living room to get himself a glass of water, his pajama pants stuck in his crotch and the bottom hanging softly at his feet, "what's the matter?" ”

"We found Chen Xia's body," there was a pause, "this morning a fisherman went out to sea, found the body on the beach, called the police, we went to the police, and found that it was Chen Xia." ”

Liang Yu first drank most of the glass of water in one go, and his throat finally stopped dry, and he asked, "How is the autopsy?" What did you find on the spot? ”

"It's too dark, we don't see any obvious signs here," the sound of the raging sea breeze came from the other side of the phone, "and we'll do a further examination later, as for the body...... Chen Xia had multiple wounds on his body, and it was preliminarily judged that it was caused by a fall from a high altitude, which was caused by falling on a reef in the sea. ”

"Is there a wound on the back of the head?"

Liang Yu remembered that in Chen Xia's bedroom, Ye Chen found traces on the wall, and she speculated that someone grabbed Chen Xia's hair and slammed his head against the wall. If the speculation is correct, then Chen Xia's corpse should be able to find this.

"Yes, but it's impossible to determine the cause of the wound right now."

Soaking in seawater destroys the traces of the murderer who may have been on the body, and it also causes a lot of interference to the forensic examination of the body.

Liang Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "I know, I will contact you again." ”

Whitewing.

Such a crisp and neat approach is a scavenger.

The other party was planning to stop things here with Chen Xia.

Yesterday, when Han Yan was looking for Fan Liang, he had already experienced a wave of twists and turns, he communicated with Han Yan, the other party's firearms were very professional, and when they were discovered, they wanted to kill people directly, and after finding out that they were masters, they immediately ran away without fighting, and their consciousness was also professional.

The person who worked with Fan Liang...... What is the origin?

8:00

Shen Xingfan bought breakfast from the small shop downstairs, yawned and entered the police station, and when he walked somewhere, he felt that it was not right. I had already come in, and I took a few steps back.

She saw a black car parked in front of the police station.

Very awesome car, pure black, with locked windows. She had a vague sense that someone was in the car, and she was staring at it.

She hadn't seen the car.

After Ms. Shen experienced receiving a bomb from the entrance of the police station, she maintained a certain vigilance about the things around her, even at the entrance of the police station, you don't know what will happen.

So as soon as she went upstairs and pushed open the door of the second group's office, she called someone: "Ye Chen, I saw a car I haven't seen at the door of our police station, do you say you have to-"

The voice stopped abruptly when she caught sight of a man sitting in a chair.

"I'll ......" she took a step back, raised her hand and put the back of her hand on her forehead to test the temperature, "I must have a fever, I have hallucinations, I actually saw Xiao Cheng in our office......"

Xiao Cheng, the actor, became famous at the age of eighteen when he starred in a play with a young emperor, and the drama was continuous, and the title of national school grass couldn't cover him, what was he called at that time? The most aristocratic beautiful boy. I have only seen the young people who have seen the many scenes of small fresh meat now, but they don't know the prosperous scene of Xiao Cheng back then, eighteen-year-old Xiao Cheng, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, in such a market where there are no complex marketing methods, he is simply outstanding, overshadowing the limelight of all his peers. Now when it comes to actors of a certain age, the media have become little fresh meat, and at that time, when it came to young actors, there was only one title - Xiao Cheng. Halfway through going abroad to study, it seems that he is studying a master's degree in literature, so cold for four years, ordinary actors can't help such a waste, and they will long be forgotten by the market, but as soon as Xiao Cheng comes back, it is like a memory unlock, and some fans directly go to the street to set off fireworks to "celebrate the return of my favorite man to the public eye".