Mo Wuwen hurriedly pulled Li Xiaomai backwards and overturned on the sidewalk on the side of the road.

The motorcycle hit the lamppost, and the motorcyclist staggered to his feet after falling to the ground, and Li Xiaomai rushed over with his fists ready to beat him.

But when he walked in front of him, he was also caught, and the motorcycle rider actually had a black mole on his right cheek!

"How so, how so." The man repeated.

"What the fuck like that, you want to fucking kill me!" The furious Li Xiaomai yelled at him.

"It's not me, it's not me, someone started the motorcycle and hit it." The man hadn't woken up from his horror yet, and he was speechless.

"Someone, someone! Even if it's a ghost, how can there be a ghost in broad daylight! Li Xiaomai suddenly remembered that he was also pushed to the bus from behind last night, would this have anything to do with it, thinking of this, he withdrew the fist he swung out.

The man was still in shock, just now Li Xiaomai almost swung his fist, he didn't know how to dodge, just his dull gaze turned to the motorcycle.

Suddenly the man began to twitch, and his mouth was grunting and he didn't know what to say. The fierce light suddenly pushed Mo Wuwen down, and his hands slammed around Li Xiaomai's neck.

The red-faced Li Xiaomai desperately wanted to pull away the hand that pinched his neck, but Li Xiaohe hurriedly ran over and kicked it vigorously when he saw that something was wrong. The man was kicked to the ground, but his hand still clasped Li Xiaomai's neck.

Mo Wuwen and He Tiankun stepped forward and tried their best to finally break his hand away, and the panting Li Xiaomai lay on the ground and kicked over.

The motorcyclist, who was kicked three feet into the air and fell to the ground, got up and looked at them inexplicably: "Why are you hitting me?" ”

"Damn, it's still garlic!" Li Xiaomai clenched his fists and was about to rush over to fight again, so Mo Wuwen grabbed him and said, "Forget it, nothing happened anyway." ”

"Count yourself lucky, Lao Tzu doesn't bother with you today!" Well, Li Xiaomai pointed at him, scolded and followed Mo Wuwen forward.

At this time, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the motorcyclist's face, and he ran towards the oncoming car and crashed into it. Someone was ready to pull him, but after half a beat, everyone watched as the motorcyclist owner collapsed in a pool of blood, and the black mole was particularly conspicuous in the blood stains on his face.

"Call an ambulance." The moment Mo Wuwen hurriedly ran over, as if he saw wisps of white smoke passing by, the motorcyclist's injury was not serious, and he hummed and prepared to stand up.

"Don't move, the ambulance will be there right away." Mo Wuwen stopped him from standing up, and he lay on the ground and picked up his phone to send a message.

Traffic police, ambulances arrived at the scene almost at the same time.

Then Wei Dingjun, who ran over, rushed to the wounded and hurriedly asked, "How is it?" ”

At this time, the wounded came to their senses, pointed at Mo Wuwen and said to Wei Dingjun, "Uncle, I'm fine, it's none of their business." ”

"Let's go to the hospital first." Wei Dingjun watched him being carried into the ambulance, turned to Mo Wuwen, and asked Kui, "What's the situation?" ”

"Captain Wei, it was your nephew who hit me on a motorcycle, and then hit the car like crazy." When Li Xiaomai heard that Wei Dingjun was his uncle, he didn't dare to scold again.

"It's true, Captain Wei." He Tiankun also said the same, and Wei Dingjun also had to believe it.

"Lao He, do you remember that you were about to pinch Shangguan Chiji's neck in Dongming Mountain, but you didn't know about it?" Mo Wuwen remembered that the situation of the motorcyclist was too similar to He Tiankun who happened in Dongming Mountain.

"No, I'll go to the hospital to see him, maybe he did something stupid, I apologize to everyone." Wei Dingjun went up and patted Li Xiaomai on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Captain Wei, my own people." Li Xiaomai said with a wry smile.

"I'll go with you, Captain Wei." Mo Wuwen vaguely remembers that wisp of white smoke, what is it?

When the wounded person was carried in for a CT scan, Mo Wuwen went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he almost collided with the woman who ran over in a hurry, and the woman glanced at him with a dodgy look and left in a hurry.

"Good familiar people." Mo Wuwen tried to search in his memory, and finally remembered: This woman is the waitress at the restaurant just now!

What is she here for? Mo Wuwen quietly followed.

She actually stopped at the door of the CT room, who was she waiting for? However, he was a soldier, and Mo Wuwen felt that his worries were a little redundant, so he stood by Wei Dingjun's side and waited for the results of the examination.

Finally the CT room door opened, and the wounded were pushed out. At this moment, the waiter standing on the side of the corridor looked solemn and walked towards the wounded in broken steps.

"Let it go, let the family let it, the patient is fine, and you can visit him again when I push him to the ward, so as not to affect our work." The nurse stopped Wei Dingjun and Mo Wuwen.

The waiter, however, suddenly pushed the nurse away, and the knife in his hand stabbed the wounded man lying on the stretcher from the bottom down.

"Ahh The panicked nurses scattered in all directions, in case the knife stabbed themselves in a corner.

Wei Dingjun flew over and kicked the stretcher cart, the knife stabbed on the iron frame and clanged, Wei Dingjun turned around and slashed her down with another kick, and when the knife fell to the ground, he was sure that this time he saw a wisp of white smoke floating out of the window.

"Ouch." The waiter lay on the ground and rolled and cried, Wei Dingjun's kick would not be inferior to the legendary willow-style split, and the big man couldn't stand it, let alone a woman.

"How could I be here?" The woman asked the doctors and nurses who ran over.

"In broad daylight, you dare to carry a knife in the hospital, you are so bold." The security guards who arrived shouted at her.

"I kill someone? How is it possible, I don't even know how I ended up here, ouch it hurts me to death, woo woo woo. The waiter cried.

Mo Wuwen leaned into Wei Dingjun's ear at this moment and said softly, "Captain Wei, what she said may be true, I saw the white smoke escape from the window." ”

"Give her some medicine, and I'll take a note of it later." Wei Dingjun showed everyone his police officer ID.

She only had skin injuries, and she could walk without hurting her bones, and when the police car came, Wei Dingjun detained her and escorted her to the bureau for interrogation.

And Mo Wuwen promised Wei Dingjun to take care of his nephew until his nephew's parents arrived, sitting next to the hospital bed, he asked, "Why did you hit Li Xiaomai?" ”

"I'm also confused, at the traffic light I just feel something from the sole of my shoe to my foot, so I can't help but start the motorcycle and rush forward, really I'm not rushing at people."

"The motorcycle is really rushing at someone, and you're choking his neck."

"Ah, I really don't know."

"And what's the matter with you going to crash the car?"

"It's also the breath from the soles of my feet that pushes me into the car, I'm sick and I'm okay to hit the car?" The wounded inadvertently touched his black mole.

Black mole, the other party's unintentional action suddenly reminded Mo Wuwen: "The person in the drowning accident has a black mole, the injured person in front of him has a black mole, and Li Xiaomai also has a black mole, will there be any connection between this?" ”

The parents of the injured rushed to the hospital and saw that his child was okay, so they took Mo Wuwen's hand and thanked him.

When he left, his instincts told him that someone was following him, but the environment looked around and saw some suspicious signs.

"What ghost legend, what kind of ghostly demon, only the heron eagle is singing in the gloom......" The mobile phone ringtone somehow became this song again, and Mo Wuwen was particularly frightened by this ringtone, and something always happened every time it appeared.

He picked up the phone, and it turned out to be Wei Dingjun calling, "Where are you, I don't hear about it." ”

"I just came out of the hospital."

"Wait for me, I'll be right away."

"The murderous woman said she was unconscious after being poked in the sole of her foot, and when she woke up, she was kicked to the ground by me." Wei Dingjun revealed the progress of the case to Mo Wuwen, and he felt that this was not an ordinary criminal case.

"Your nephew said the same thing, and I saw a wisp of white smoke appear when he hit the car. And I saw that wisp of white smoke when I was in the hospital just now. Mo Wuwen was not surprised, he felt that this matter had something to do with Bai Yan.

"White smoke, is it the remnant of the demon?" Although the world is peaceful during this time, the matter of Fulai Farmhouse shows that there are still demons in this world, but they are hiding somewhere and waiting for a resurrection one day.

"I think it's like a soul."

"What reason does the soul have to kill?"

"This is the reason why we are going to investigate, have you noticed that Li Xiaomai and your nephew have a mole?"

"There are a lot of people with moles on their faces, and it's just a coincidence."

Jingle Lingling, Wei Dingjun's phone rang, "Captain Wei, there was an attempted murder case on North Street just now." Suddenly, someone inexplicably snatched the knife in the chef's hand and stabbed the customer, and when he was caught, he pretended to be crazy and said that he didn't know anything. ”

"Is there a mole on the wounded man's face?" Wei Dingjun didn't know why he blurted out like this.

"Boss, you are really a god, that man does have a black mole on his face."

"You make a careful record of the murderer, and let him explain the cause of the incident in detail, and I will come immediately."

"Xiaomai, I need to call him right away." As soon as Wei Dingjun left, Mo Wuwen hurriedly dialed his number.

"What, Master." The sleepy Li Xiaomai said vaguely.

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, I'm sleeping, you woke me up, what the hell is going on."

"There was a murder attempt just now, and the victim also had a black mole on his face. Have you offended anyone lately? ”

"How is it possible, I've been with you lately. Who is the murderer? Li Xiaomai was suddenly frightened awake.

"You should be careful these days, don't go out."

"Good, good." Li Xiaomai hurriedly got up to check whether the doors and windows were closed, and dared to close his eyes when the lights were on.

When Mo Wuwen put down his phone, he felt that something was gradually approaching him, and he couldn't help shouting, "Who! ”

"It's me, I can't remember who I am, but I remember you." The weak voice, so familiar, came out of nowhere.