There are some things that really need to be explored by time.

But...... Some people are born to eat.

Bai Nuan dissected the body, analyzed where the fat man's home address was, and the time of death, and finally deduced some other clues.

Comparing them together, a little girl appeared.

"It's this little girl, she should be there." The road team pointed to the photo of the little girl in the school uniform and smiling timidly, and talked to Bai Nuan.

Bai Nuan wrote something, and finally tore a piece of paper directly.

"Follow this line, go to investigate, focus on visiting the residents next to you, remember, check this girl." One of the most important things to eat is acuity.

Bai Nuan's acuity is very high, and she can find that something is wrong with some clues.

And the logical thinking is very clear, it is as good as cheating.

The road team didn't dare to kill her, and went down with her things.

Bai Nuan glanced at Rong Yigen, who was asleep opposite him, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the table next to him.

"Get up."

Rong Yi moved twice, slapped Bai Nuan's hand away, twisted his body, and continued to sleep, sleeping deeply.

Bai Nuan stared at his red hand, silently took out his mobile phone, and searched for songs.

Anyway, Liu Yidao is in the morgue now, it doesn't matter.

"Today is a good day ~ a good day......" The loud sound of music rang out at once, filling the entire room.

Rong Yigen woke up from his sleep: "Good, good day......" He looked at Bai Nuan in a daze, his face still had the marks pressed out of sleep, and there was a faint silver saliva on the corner of his mouth......

Bai Nuan looked at it and moved back half a step with a little disgust.

"There's a task for you." Bai Nuan took out a piece of paper, wrote some words on it, and pushed it in front of him.

"It's your turn."

Bai Nuan was very relieved of him, patted the non-existent ash on his hand, and went out by himself.

She had to go home to see if the house had been demolished. 110 Literature

The other side.

Inside a small civil bungalow.

"My name is Chen Xiaoruan." The girl's name is Chen Xiaoruan.

She stood next to her and didn't dare to speak, but her eyes always fell on Song Zhengyang.

Song Zhengyang wore a black shirt with two buttons loosened, black trousers wrapped around his long legs, a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, and lowered his eyelids to look at the dim light in the courtyard.

The cigarette between the fingers was extinguished, and the red dots shrank back little by little.

"Song Zhengyang." He spoke, his voice low and hoarse from a cigarette.

He turned his head to look at the girl standing behind him.

She was still wearing the school uniform, which had blood spots on it, which was very conspicuous, and she twisted the corners of her clothes with both hands, and her eyes did not take off him.

"Come here." He beckoned to her.

Chen Xiaoruan walked over, barefoot, very well-behaved.

Song Zhengyang bent down slightly to get close to her face, and her face was reflected in her dark eyes, which was very white, tender and green.

It's like a green apple.

"Whew~" he spat out the smoke in his mouth at her.

In that mist, she felt that the brother in front of her, who was killing people and setting fires, was very lonely...... Hazy away.

I can't tell what it feels like.

She was a little distressed......

"Afraid of me?" Song Zhengyang opened his mouth and asked her this kind of question.

Chen Xiaoruan shook his head, very firm: "Don't be afraid." ”

He paused for a moment and looked her in the eye.

A clear and gentle gaze, this kind of look that he hadn't seen for a long, long time.