"Ahh

Every page of the roster was plasticized, the corners were sharp, and there was a very slight sound in the air, and when Yuntian led Duan Mingyue to pass by here that day, the old man was inside, flipping through this booklet that was even more terrifying than the Death Note, and thinking about how to set up a trap.

For a moment, Yun Tian felt very fortunate that the little leopard-like girl had finally escaped, and she didn't have to look at such an unbearable picture.

"Zou Xiaodong died during the National Day holiday, and the "Juvenile Talk" printed with his article was sent to you on October 1st, but he was scared, so he was so scared that he didn't dare to pick it up, so until he closed his eyes, he didn't see his article turn into lead."

The old man bare his lower body, plucked out his ears, and asked in a loud voice, "Huh? What did you say? Behind my ears, I can't hear. ”

"You go to Wang Xu's office from time to time to chat with him, just because he left the latest, and when he leaves, you can rest assured that you will spoil the students, last time it was Zou Xiaodong, what about this time? Who do you like this time? ”

The old man put on his underwear and turned around slowly: "Who are you?" ”

The footprints on Wu Zicong's body are of different sizes, but the patterns are the same, they were not kicked by Luo Manman, and the girl is not the material of the underworld at all.

It was the old man who kicked it.

Tu Shan glanced at the wear and tear on the tips of his shoes, and was so tired that he didn't want to say half a word, a club was used by him with a long knife, dancing vigorously, reading glasses fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, the enamel teacup fell down, the tea soaked the newspaper, and the old man was slapped straight to the bookshelf before squatting down, and his shriveled body was slammed down a few points.

"Ahh Yes! The bookshelf was embedded in the skin behind him, and the old man's feet were a few centimeters off the ground, like a mouse on a sticky mouse board, struggling noisily.

Yun Tian opened his hand and moved his sore fingers.

The old man chattered: "I don't want to die, I want to live a long life, do you know that I want to live a long life?" If you can live to be a hundred years old, you will kill people if you tell me. ”

Yun Tian unloaded one of his arms, perhaps the old man was too old, too old to be dull to pain

"Longevity! I'm going to live to be 100 years old! One hundred years old! Ah-", the old man finally cried out, "who are you! I'm going to call the police, patrol! Patrol! Patrol! ”

The two figures in the pupils approached at the same time, and finally merged into one person, there was no wind and rain tonight, but there were thousands of miles of smoke, and all the sins were hidden in this thin layer of haze, Yun Tian broke the old man's limbs in spite of the old wounds, and saw him firmly attached to the bookshelf like a stick, and a few ornaments behind him.

His right hand hurt hotly, and he chatted with the victim in a thick nasal voice: "Hehe, who let you run into me." ”

After hearing this, the old man was frightened, and when he looked down, he saw that the yellow spots on his underwear had deepened, and there was a violent smell, which made him quietly suck back the snot and tears.

The old man no longer cried out in pain, but cried and begged for mercy with a sad face: "Who are you? Leave me alone! Please. ”

Yun Tian avoided eye contact with the old man, and laughed angrily: "It's been ten years, can't you think of a few new words?" Yes? ”

"Who the hell are you!!"

He threw away the golf club and stretched out his two hands to the old man's sunken cheeks: "Xuanqing Palace, Yuntian." ”

……

Why are you alone? ”

In the morgue, the high-power fluorescent lamp was turned on in a bluff, illuminating this cold place without dead ends, Duan Mingyue stood at the end of the bed, staring at the human figure outlined under the white cloth: "Who do you want to see?" ”

"The parents of the children, and the school leaders... Have you been here? "Fate

Duan Mingyue slowly paced to the head of the bed: "The people from the school have been here, just let me make up an excuse to be foolish, they don't want to make a big deal about it, I know." ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he lifted the white cloth covering Wu Zicong's face: "You can also say goodbye." ”

Yun Tian walked closer and took a look, and his heart fell into his stomach - Wu Zicong fell without a human shape, and his face was broken, and the hospital sewed him up out of humanity, but the effect was not good, the skin was worn on Wu Zicong's face like a mask, and it was also covered with red pimples.

Yun Tian covered the white cloth back, he held on to the stretcher bed, and said nothing, only a heavy sigh.

Four fingers were inserted into the strands of hair on the top of his head, parting the intricate knots, all the way down, pinching the ends of the hair tightly, pulling at them wantonly.

Yun Tian had no choice but to kneel on the ground and whispered: "Don't, don't, I have something to say, I still want it from my hairline." ”

"Want to know the truth?" , the woman behind asked in a deep voice.

Perhaps it was Yun Tian by her side that shocked her spirits, contrary to her declining body, Duan Mingyue's desire grew stronger day after day, and she was no longer satisfied with the flirtatious flirtatiousness.

Yun Tian nodded slightly: "Yes." ”

He was pulled and turned his head, Duan Mingyue looked into his eyes and smiled: "Then do one thing for me." ”

In the strong light, everything is hidden, whether it is death or **.

After finishing his work, a man in a suit and leather shoes pushed the door in, and bowed respectfully to Duan Mingyue: "Miss." ”

He is dressed similarly to Zhang San, even if he wears a suit, he has no temperament, but looks like a street insurance salesman.

Duan Mingyue didn't look at him at all: "Say it." ”

The man pulled out a file folder, which looked more like an insurance seller.

His voice was not loud and deep, which coincided with the atmosphere of the morgue: "Zou Xiaodong, Wu Zicong and Zhou Qingyang all have something in common - at least one of their parents is from Watergate Village, Yishui County. Here's the specifics, you'll see. ”

Duan Mingyue took it and looked at it, and there were three pages in the folder, which were the family composition of the three boys:

Zhou Qingyang and Li Ranxiu's biological mother died of illness when they were six years old, and their father remarried five years later, marrying a woman from Yishui named Dong Xi.

Dong Xi's sister and brother-in-law both took root in Wucheng, and after the couple stabilized their lives, they bought a new house and moved in with their only child, and the two families have become neighbors ever since.

That only child is Zou Xiaodong.

Wu Zicong's background is even simpler, his parents are both from Yihu County, and they both went to Wucheng to work.

Duan Mingyue returned the folder and thoughtfully: "Yishui? ”

The subordinate was anxious to ask for credit, and hurriedly replied: "Yishui is a small city on the border of Nanzhou. ”

"I asked you?" , Duan Mingyue was displeased.

The subordinates were immediately silenced, and the atmosphere did not dare to bury their heads on the ground.

Duan Mingyue was still in the sage time, so he didn't go on a killing spree: "Get out." ”