Ding Ning, who was blood-red and eyes in the blood, was called by Ai Yueman, and then slowly exhaled to calm down. On the side of the street, the grass stands quietly, maintaining a little unnoticeable tranquility in the city's traffic.

The sudden large grass was windless and automatic, and it spread out like ripples from one point to another, and even the flowers on the branches swayed non-stop.

Ding Ning, who was blood-red and eyes in the blood, was called by Ai Yueman, and then slowly exhaled to calm down.

"." Ding Ning slammed the small table in front of him, and the person in front frowned and turned around to say something, but saw the expression on his face and turned back.

"Who?" It doesn't matter if it's a failure...... She's more premium than all that came before. As long as the failed product starts again, it will be perfect again.

The doorbell rang, and the man stroked his hair, a hint of alarm rose in his eyes. He didn't order takeout, and the housekeeper shouldn't have come at this time, so,

"What's going on?" Ai Yueman's movements were more flexible, and she arrived before Ding Ning. 192.157.199.27,192.157.199.27; 0; pc; 5; Ding Dang stretched out his hand according to the words, and Ding Ning also hurriedly squeezed over to see, there was a sudden blood mark on the smooth forearm, which was a little deep, and the blood flowed out, rubbing a lot in other places.

"Really?" The man outside also seemed to feel that he had made a mistake, and just as the man wanted to cut off the call, the tall 'delivery man' in front of him grabbed his arm and swiped it.

The ballad stopped when he pulled out the siphon and took his seat, and then began to hum intermittently, and the man's face finally rose, ordinary, kind, and even handsome.

"Show me the wound." 192.157.199.27,192.157.199.27; 0; pc; 5; Grinding Iron Literature

"Zhao, thank you this time." It was supposed to be a hearty male voice on the other side of the phone, but for some reason it was sullen, as if it was reluctant.

"Really?" The man outside also seemed to feel that he had made a mistake, and just as the man wanted to cut off the call, the tall 'delivery man' in front of him grabbed his arm and swiped it.

He had just received a call from a police friend, saying that when he was helping him look through the records of the people around the victim, he mentioned that the victim would be injured for no reason before he was killed.

It wasn't meant to be anything of the mark, but one of the transcripts caught his attention. Taking a deep sip of the freshly brewed coffee, the man walked over to the couch with a relaxed smile.

A tablet and a few books sat on the off-white couch, and the man swiped the computer open, revealing the oddity.

The closed book was opened, and a bundle of black hair was tied to the end of the hollowed-out gold bookmark, and the man picked it up and rubbed it with his fingertips repeatedly as if obsessed.

After many serial murder cases are solved, the victim's relics and even body parts can always be found in the home.

"Judging from the similar order of each crime, the murderer has a very fixed order of what to do first, and this time when you go back to the beginning, do you want to 'do it all over again'...... After all, Ding is the only one who runs out of his sight, and judging by the level of this person's almost neurotic compulsion, he will see this as a 'failure' and start all over again. When they finally walked through the crowd to the bathroom at the end, the two sweaty people saw Ding Dang holding his arms and standing beside the conductor talking something, and when they saw them coming, their eyes lit up: the young man in Tang costume opened the window, and the cool air broke in with the breeze, raising the end of his hair tied to his ears, his face remained unchanged, and one hand knocked on the windowsill.

192.157.199.27,192.157.199.27; 0; pc; 5; The grinding iron literature doorbell rang, and the man's action of stroking his hair paused, and a trace of vigilance rose in his eyes.

He hadn't ordered takeout, and the housekeeper shouldn't have come at this time, so, taking a deep sip of the freshly brewed coffee, the man walked to the sofa with a relaxed smile.

A tablet and a few books sat on the off-white couch, and the man swiped the computer open, revealing the oddity.

This person dared to commit murder in such a public place, was it the courage given to him by not being caught in the previous cases?

The closed book was opened, and a bundle of black hair was tied to the end of the hollowed-out gold bookmark, and the man picked it up and rubbed it with his fingertips repeatedly as if obsessed.

The doorbell rang, and the man stroked his hair, a hint of alarm rose in his eyes. He didn't order takeout, and the housekeeper shouldn't have come at this time, so he just received a call from a police friend, saying that when he was helping him go through the records of the people around the victim, he mentioned that the victim would be injured for no reason before he was killed.

It wasn't meant to be anything of the mark, but one of the transcripts caught his attention.

"Not to mention the hair that the killer sheds during the action."

"No news again. It is said that it is difficult to find a needle in a haystack, but this is actually about the same. ”

"I don't care what channels you have, it's your own business as the head of the Bai family, the things I'm checking have been almost checked, and it's useless for you to make a move." It was the roommate of the second victim, and she said that Linlin (not her real name) woke up one day to find that her hand was broken and the blood stains were rubbed open, but she hurriedly checked the quilt sheets and found no blood stains.

The conductor explained apologetically: "The train will be overhauled regularly, and there should be no sharp things that cause injuries, and there are no pieces of iron with blood stains found nearby...... But after all, it happened in the car, and we are sorry, the medicine will be delivered immediately. Ding Ning has been dealing with monsters and ghosts all year round: "Perhaps...... Is it a warning? "As soon as evening arrived, layers of fiery clouds burned in the sky, and through the glass window, a glimmer of light appeared from behind the clouds.

It was the roommate of the second victim, and she said that Linlin (not her real name) woke up one day to find that her hand was broken and the blood stains were rubbed open, but she hurriedly checked the quilt sheets and found no blood stains.

Ding Ning, who was blood-red and eyes in the blood, was called by Ai Yueman, and then slowly exhaled to calm down. Ding Dangjiang's explanation to the conductor said again: "Just now, there was a sister whose mobile phone was knocked off and fell out of the window, and I subconsciously looked over there, as if my hand had been scratched by something...... The scream wasn't me, it was my sister's. In the wind, Bai Zhao's eyebrows slowly furrowed.

"." Ding Ning slammed the small table in front of him, and the person in front frowned and turned around to say something, but saw the expression on his face and turned back.

Ding Ning pondered Ai Yueman's opinion: "So we still have to interrupt his 'order' as before?" Ai Yueman felt the information in her mind and opened her eyes in disappointment.

The young man in Tang costume opened the window, and the cool air broke in with the breeze, raising the ends of his hair tied to his ears, his face remained unchanged, and he knocked on the windowsill with one hand.

"I don't care what channels you have, it's your own business as the head of the Bai family, the things I'm checking have been almost checked, and it's useless for you to make a move."