Liu Qianshou sent me downstairs to my house and drove away on his own, and I didn't care if he went home or went back to the police station to continue working.

When I entered the house, people were still a little confused, so I simply took a hot shower. I deliberately scalded the water and put a towel on my face. Although the whole person was uncomfortable with the heat, his heart was relieved a lot.

I wasn't in the mood to turn on my phone to watch QQ, and I didn't want to watch TV, so I lay on the bed in large characters, stared at the ceiling and remembered, and gradually fell asleep.

Liu Qianshou said, let me adjust at home for a few days, the next whole day, I didn't come out of the house, just find something to eat in the refrigerator to deal with a bite, and in addition to eating is sleeping, there is a feeling that I can't sleep enough, during this period a colleague came, and drove my motorcycle back.

Speaking from the heart, I especially want to ask about the progress of the case, especially if there are any clues found in Da Lingzi's house, but the colleague has no intention of talking about it at all, and he must have asked Liu Qianshou to ask him, so he said hello and left.

I held back my stomach and finally didn't have a chance to ask.

I drank the medicine specially prepared for me by Liu Qianshou, but I still had strange dreams at night, and the sound of dangdang, dangdang dang sounded in my ears in a daze, as if a buddy was beating a gong.

I was so sensitive to this strange imagination that I woke up with a wow, and sat up straight.

I looked around and saw that it was midnight. I sighed, rubbed my face vigorously, and said that Liu Qianshou's sloppy ghost method is not easy to use, he gave me the broken medicine, the symptoms were not cured, and it seems that he has changed the type, today someone is knocking the gong in my ear, will someone shoot in my ear in a few days? I really don't stop if I don't make me deaf.

And at this moment, there were two strange noises outside the bedroom, click, bang.

The click is the opening of the door, and the slamming sound is like the door closing.

I am very sober now, and I believe that these two sounds are not hallucinations, and the whole house is lived by myself, although the landlord also has the key to the rented house, but he will never come over at this time, let alone open the door without my consent.

Could it be that the thief is taking care of it? As soon as I thought of this, I was angry, and I said that Lao Tzu has enough to carry recently, and these thieves are also coming to provoke me?

I didn't come back with a rubber stick, but there was a treasure hidden in the house, which I asked a friend to get and put in the bedside table.

As soon as I reached out and pulled the stun baton out, I got off the ground barefoot and walked out of the bedroom little by little. I thought about it, I really want to meet someone in the house for a while, no matter how much electricity is enough to talk about it, and I will also spread the depression that has been suppressed in my heart for the past few days.

But when I came to the living room, I didn't find anyone, and it was quiet.

There is an old saying that seeing is believing, but in some cases, seeing is not necessarily believing.

I turned on the switch, and the moment the light came on, I looked down and was stunned.

On the road from the entrance door to the bedroom, two rows of mud footprints were left. Looking at the shoes, it was the same person, he must have walked from the door to the bedroom, and then turned back.

This seems very strange, but I think about it but I understand it all, someone came just now, maybe it was the voice I shouted after waking up from a dream, so that he gave up approaching me, and turned away, and the click, bang and two sounds just now, is the sound he made when he went out.

This man must be a murderer, he is ruthless enough to find my house.

I leaned against the wall and summed it up. The murderer is gone, and I am safe for a while, but I don't feel glad at all, but I feel that the murderer is a bit of a deception. My house is just an ornament for him, he can come and go whenever he wants?

I can feel that this murderer must be very powerful, but I am not afraid of him, I did not study in vain at the police academy, and I also learned a lot of fighting skills.

I decided that even if it was just me and I didn't have a gun, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to chase the murderer.

I casually found a tracksuit to put on, which was easier to wear than a police uniform, and then opened the door and rushed out.

I live on the third floor, I look at the stairway outside the door, the stairs up are clean, and the stairs down are muddy, which indicates that the murderer has gone downstairs.

I ran down with an electric baton, and I calculated it, and after I met the murderer, I condescendingly electrocuted his head.

But I didn't see anyone after I chased out of the unit, but a motorcycle was slowly speeding away.

In the middle of the night, this motorcycle is very suspicious. I sneered in my heart, and said in my heart, fuck your mother's murderer, you kid miscalculated, right? I also have a motorcycle, and you can't escape.

I hurriedly went to the corridor to push the motorcycle out, although this motorcycle is missing a lot of accessories, but the performance is good, chasing people is not a problem.

I ran wildly on the road with the murderer, and at first the murderer noticed that I was chasing him and sped the motorcycle up. But I also increased my speed, and even when we were both ruthless, the motorcycle drove to more than 100 miles.

This is very exciting, usually drive the car to more than 100 miles nothing, motorcycles are different, at this speed, not only motorcycles, people are swaying and fluttering, if you accidentally skid, sure to fall to death on the spot.

The murderer couldn't shake me off, so he gave up the idea and slowly slowed down the motorcycle.

I must keep an eye on him, watch him slow down and I slow down, always keeping a distance of about five meters from him. I'm afraid I'm still driving fast, this kid is going to brake suddenly, I don't drive in front of him.

The murderer was wearing a helmet, and I couldn't see what he looked like, and suddenly he looked back at me, raised his middle finger, and made a gesture.

The gesture meant to make us both stop. I said stop when I said in my heart, and I had a good chance to catch you.

I replied to him twice and said that I agreed.

I noticed that we had a good understanding, and we stopped the car little by little at almost the same speed, and he also raised his leg and turned around, and jumped out of the car first.

Just by the way he got out of the car, I could see that this man was agile. I can't say I'm ashamed, I wiped my eyes and wiped my tears away as soon as I got out of the car.

No way, who told me to have no helmet and no windshields.

The murderer was amused by my embarrassment, but he was only separated by his helmet, and the laughter was muffled, and he stood with his chest and legs crossed, just waiting for me to come and attack him.

I said to myself that this guy is crazy, and in that case, I'm not welcome, I strode over, and without further ado, turned on the stun baton and stabbed him in the chest.

If you really want to stab him, I can get him in just one round. But the reality was not optimistic, and he didn't move until the electric baton was about to be stabbed, when he suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed my wrist with one hand, and slapped my wrist with the other.

I feel that this is a palm, it is purely a rolling pin, and the cut made me tremble in pain, and I lost the electric shock baton.

I hurriedly pulled back, afraid that he would take the opportunity to sneak up. But he stood still again, and gestured to me again and again, telling me to continue attacking.

The stun baton is at his feet, and I can't get it back. I moved my bones and prepared to fight him.

I played tricks and slowly approached and made an offensive feint, I wanted to force him to make a move, and I said goodbye to the move, and I misaligned his joints with a grappling.

When I meet ordinary people, my idea is definitely a clever trick, but the bad thing is that this murderer is too strong.

He swooped out, not fancy, and kicked me hard in the stomach. It's just that he was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, before I could react, the foot was kicked.

I felt like I had been pushed by a cow, and the force made me unconsciously step backwards, and finally made a big fart squat.

After just a short period of contact, I think this murderer is very likely to be a retired special forces. He saw that I was no match for him, and even a little rubbish in comparison, so he lost interest in playing with me, and pulled out a knife with a touch of his waist.

The knife was a foot long, and at first glance it was a controlled knife, and he walked towards me little by little, and the knife still glowed with a cold light from time to time.

I finished talking in my heart, and I immediately became the third ghost under the murderer's knife.

I didn't plan to live at all, but I thought to myself, Lao Tzu can't die in vain, and I will definitely scratch the back of his hand twice in a while, so that I can leave the murderer's fur and DNA in my fingernails.

At this critical moment, the unexpected happened.

A bright light shone from a distance, and there were bursts of lamas that kept singing. The murderer and I all looked over there. I could make out it was a police car, and it was driving very fast, and it was speeding this way.

I didn't expect that I still had a helping hand, which made me feel refreshed, but the murderer was the opposite of what I thought, seeing the police car coming, he left me alive, but turned around and ran towards the motorcycle, trying to evacuate the scene while the time was over.

I came up stubborn, don't look at the calculation that I will die just now, now my mind is full of how to delay the murderer.

I struggled to get up, but as soon as I got up, I sat down on the ground with my legs limp. My stomach hurt so much that it looked like I had cramps inside. If you want to delay the murderer, I'm out of luck.

But the murderer didn't run away, when he rode the motorcycle and just started the fire, the police car was in front of him, and as soon as the car door opened, Liu Qian got out of it with a gun in his hand.

Liu Qianshou shouted, "Don't move!" ”

The murderer was really obedient, he looked at Liu Qianshou coldly, motionless, but in my opinion, his behavior was very strange, and he was not afraid at all.

Liu Qianshou asked me how I was, and I shouted that I was fine. He vigilantly reached for the handcuffs again and leaned over to the murderer.

The murderer waited for a long time, and when Liu Qianshou walked to his side, I found that his right hand trembled, and Liu Qianshou immediately snorted and lost the gun with a painful face.

Liu Qianshou is a tough guy, he can hurt like this, he must have suffered a lot of attacks. I wondered in my heart, I didn't know what kind of person the murderer was carrying.

This murderer is very strange, Liu Qianshou and I were cleaned up by him, and it was easy for him to kill us both now, but he didn't mean it at all, kicked the gun on the ground away, and wanted to continue to escape on a motorcycle.

Liu Qian didn't do anything, and pounced with a shout. When I saw this, I said badly, he was going to play with the murderer.