The Qianjiang River winds eastward in the southern part of Wanzhou, and the blue water of the river during the day looks a little black at night, and the riverside avenue has already been lit up with dim street lights. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A drizzle of rain fell in the sky, scattering the people who walked in the evening, and Riverside Avenue began to quiet.

At the Hongda intersection, a young man in a pullover looked haggard and looked preoccupied, turning to Jiangbin Avenue and running slowly.

He didn't notice that there was a man behind him who was also following him in the light rain of the night.

The young man was probably really anxious, and he didn't even feel the back of his jumper getting soaked.

Suddenly, the man behind him quickened his pace and slowly approached him, in fact, at this time, as long as he turned around, he could see that the person must have bad intentions. Because the man's face was wearing a black veil, the kind of terrorist dressed in a TV series, the black veil covered his face, and only his eyes were exposed, and his eyes were leaking, perhaps because of the close following all the way, the man's breathing began to become rapid.

Suddenly, the man took out a dagger from his waist, and the white light from the street lamp reflected a bleak horror on the blade, and the drizzle of hair also dripped silently on the blade, highlighting the majesty of the dagger.

The man rushed forward, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the young man in front of him by the waist, and then stabbed the dagger into his neck with his right hand.

The young man fell into the rain with a wail, and the blood gushing from his neck soon stained the road red, and he trembled all over, and struggled to open his eyes to the man standing beside him.

"You, who are you?"

The man stood silent, very silent, as if admiring a work he had just completed.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you killing me. ”

The young man was already dying, and the blood gushing from his neck would soon take his life, but the man, perhaps not feeling at ease, crouched down and took the dagger he had just slashed at the young man's neck.

At last, the young man lay there motionless and became a dead body.

The man put away his dagger, took a note from his waist, stuffed it into the boy's tracksuit, then stood up and walked away.

The night in Wanzhou just now seemed to be torn open by the man's dagger, and as the man left, the torn night closed again, and only the scattered drizzle was silently telling.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Murong Fei was sorting out the files on the computer in the office, and he suddenly felt his eyelids skip a beat.

He felt that tonight was too quiet, thinking that it might be because of the drizzle in the sky, in the past, in rainy and snowy weather, sin would be far away from the world, and Wanzhou would be much quieter.

And tonight, it's already ten o'clock, can't you escape this omen of fierce eyelids? Of course, Murong Fei doesn't believe in superstition, but as the frequency of duty increases, he seems to have some premonitions about what kind of time a case may occur.

This is not a sixth sense, he knows that only women's sixth sense is stronger, and a big man like him, believing in the sixth sense is equivalent to having no self-confidence.

Murong Fei was still lying in front of the computer, and he found that in the age of digital photos, the cost of taking photos was almost zero.

The number of photos taken by Shen Hai is increasing day by day, and Murong Fei remembers that Shen Hai's master said that the more photos you take, the better, and the better you take them. Shen Hai scoffed at this, he felt that his master was an old concept, in the previous era, photos needed to be processed with film and photo paper to see the effect, and the shooting cost was terrifyingly high, of course, every time you pressed the shutter, you had to take into account the investigation funds. Now it's different, the cost of shooting each photo is only a dozen megabytes of storage space on the hard disk, he thinks it's good to take pictures, not afraid to shoot more, as long as it's the best.

Murong Fei heard Su Yi brewing coffee behind him, and the milky aroma of instant coffee rushing into the boiling water pulled him from his lost thoughts, and he said, "Su Yi, you are still brewing coffee so late, are you ready to go out of the scene?" ”

Su Yi swirled the coffee spoon back and forth in the white ceramic cup, the coffee swirled softly in the cup, and she smiled and said, "My sixth sense tells me that there must be a case tonight." ”

Murong Fei felt that Su Yi's sixth sense was a bit coincidental with his eyelid signs just now, so he asked, "Oh? Do you really have a sixth sense? ”

Su Yi pursed his lips, blew on the steaming coffee, and said, "Yes, as a woman, I am always a little nervous, and I believe in the sixth sense." ”

Murong Fei felt that Su Yi said that the so-called sixth sense may be a basic psychological potential of women, and he said: "Maybe the sixth sense is just a woman's sensitivity." ”

"It's not unreasonable for you to say this, women are more sensitive, but sensitivity is sensitive, a person wants to be sensitive, there is always a basis for sensitivity."

"Min is psychological, so this foundation should also come from the spiritual level, not necessarily the material level."

Su Yi curled his mouth and said, "It's all the same anyway, sensitivity doesn't arise for no reason." ”

Murong Fei continued to look through the photos, he didn't answer Su Yi's topic again, and Su Yi also began to drink her coffee.

Suddenly, Murong Fei's mobile phone vibrate, he was stunned, thinking that he should still come, and when he turned his head, it was indeed the phone from the command center.

"Murong Fei, huh?"

"Yes."

"A male body was found at the Hongda intersection of Jiangbin Avenue and asked the criminal department to come to the scene."

"Right? Okay, we'll get over right away. ”

Su Yi's hand squatting on the coffee cup trembled, and she said, "No, I'm going to kneel to my sixth sense, just come on." ”

Murong Fei hung up the phone and said mockingly: "Look at your tattered sixth sense, in the dead of night, our seven groups are going to suffer again." ”

"A male corpse? Or is it an outdoor scene, I wonder if it will be a homicide? ”

"It's troublesome at the outdoor scene, it's still raining, and the traces can't be obtained, and if there are blood stains, they may be washed away by the rain."

"Then let's go."

"You go over there and call Chi Ming and Shen Hai, the two lazy worms are probably lying down."

Murong Fei hurriedly carried the on-site investigation box to the garage, and as soon as it started, Su Yi and the three of them also came down from upstairs, and when the three of them climbed into the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction of Jiangbin Avenue.

The effect of coffee is obvious, Su Yi's spirit is very uplifted, she said: "Today's case is my sixth sense. ”

Chi Ming snorted and said, "You're embarrassed to say, I just need you to say a word, you have a sixth sense, is this case good to solve today?" ”

Su Yi also "went" and said, "Didn't you say that there are no easy cases to solve?" If the case is too easy to solve, then why do we need seven groups to do? ”