After breakfast, Gong Bing left the martial arts hall and took the bus to the town, because it was the weekend, so even if it was eight or nine o'clock, there were still not many pedestrians on the street, and the town was not as fast as those fast-paced big cities, and not so many people were willing to leave the cool room easily on a hot weekend.

As soon as I entered the house, when I entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet door, my sister Rita Qiaoqiao also walked down from the second floor, and the morning light hit the railing through the window, and mischievously skipped the wooden poles reflected on the walls and floors, glowing with golden white light.

Rita was wearing a wide white short-sleeved top, with straps visible at the crooked neckline, and pink shorts underneath, revealing her white slender thighs, yawning and walking barefoot to the first floor.

"Just came back from the martial arts hall?" Seeing Gong Bing in the kitchen, Rita asked casually and walked straight into the bathroom next to her.

"Well, when is it, you just got up? What about father and mother? Gong Bing glanced at her bird's nest-like hair, unscrewed the flask with her hand, and poured the wine into the small glass, which resembled whiskey from her previous life, which was Gong Bing's favorite.

What kind of wine do you say to drink in the morning? Gong Bing can only say that he just used wine as a mouthwash, and after a little sip, he has never been an alcoholic.

"Last night, the band practiced together for a long time, and went to bed late, and now I'm still sleepy, oh~~ Mother, you know, she probably went to the community center again." Rita's voice came from the bathroom, and listening to the voices inside, it seemed that the other party was preparing to take a shower.

"What about Father?" Gong Bing thought for a moment, then took two ice cubes from the refrigerator and threw them into the wine glass.

"I don't know, didn't I just get up, my father may go back to the factory, or he may go to do something, God knows."

"By the way, did the riverside warehouse not far from my home catch fire last night?" Gong Bing remembered the news that Luo Xiaodie told him this morning, and asked, "Have you seen anything here?" ”

"Ah, that's right, it's on fire, and we can see it in the middle of the night, half of the sky is red, and we can hear the sound of police cars and fire trucks going back and forth all night, and my father's hand was burned when he came back in the middle of the night." The sound of rushing water began to sound from inside the restroom.

"Hand hurt? Does it have anything to do with last night's fire? Gong Bing felt a little strange, raised his voice and asked, It's not okay not to be louder, otherwise Ruita in the bathroom can't hear clearly.

"My father said that he accidentally injured himself while working overtime at the company, which is not on the other side of town, not from the burning warehouse. It's not a big deal, my mother has already medicated and bandaged my father. The sound of water rattled through the restroom, and Rita's voice became muffled.

Father's hand burned?

Could it have anything to do with what happened in the warehouse last night? Gong Bing began to think differently.

He had already discovered that his father had some calluses on his hands that only people who often held guns, and after being immersed in the martial arts gym, Gong Bing had already discovered that his father was also not weak.

Although I learned through Rita that my father had been a policeman when he was young, it was almost more than 20 years ago, but the calluses in my father's hands were not like they could be kept for more than 20 years, and if he hadn't been armed with a gun, it would have been impossible to have such calluses.

Perhaps this cheap father is not as simple as an ordinary printing house manager.

The warehouse that burned in the middle of the night, the charred corpse whose identity was difficult to identify at the scene, and the burned hand of my father, I hope it won't really have anything to do with it.

Shaking his head, he didn't want his rare peaceful days to be broken so soon, Gong Bing sat on the seat in the living room and thought silently while drinking a little wine.

Just after midnight, a figure wearing a black cap and dressed in black gently opened the bedroom window from the inside.

After carefully observing the outside of the house, and making sure that there were no pedestrians, he nimbly climbed over the window, closed it with his hand, and jumped lightly to the garden floor.

At this time, the lights were still on in one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and Rita was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the windowsill, with a guitar in her arms, and was holding a sheet of music in her hands to look closely, as if she heard something outside the house, Rita turned her head to look out, and saw a man dressed in black walking out of the courtyard fence.

"Isn't this Gabriel? Where is this guy going in the middle of the night? Rita recognized the figure as soon as she looked at it, and thought to herself.

Above Rita's room, a small figure was squatting on the eaves above the window, watching Gong Bing's departing back like Rita.

Gong Bing, who only thought that no one had noticed, was walking along the road at this time.

Gong Bing has always acted decisively, and since he has doubts, even if he decides to go to the scene to inspect and see that it is really an ordinary fire, there is still something else hidden.

After trotting for about twenty minutes, Gong Bing came to the place where the fire broke out by the river, and the police and staff had long since evacuated, leaving only a blackened ruin and a fenced cordon.

The street lamps in the distance can't shine here, but because the moonlight is very good, even in the dark night, with Gong Bing's eyesight, the surrounding environment can still be distinguished.

Turning over the cordon, Gong Bing held a small flashlight in his hand and walked around carefully.

Last night's fire seemed to have burned so thoroughly that several tin sheds were completely burned down, with charred wood and blackened steel stones falling everywhere.

From time to time, cars sped over the bridge in the distance, and occasionally a noisy sound came and disappeared, some of them were drunk people who were drunk and had fun at night, and some were long-distance drivers who walked at night.

The tin sheds in the warehouse are not all next to each other, the farthest one is fifty or sixty meters apart, and there is almost no possibility that they will all be burned down due to the spread of the fire, at least it can be seen that it is caused by man, so what is the purpose of the arsonist?

According to news reports, there were two deceased people in the fire, the bodies have been taken away by forensic doctors, and only the human figures on the ground are glued out with duct tape, carefully covering the light of the flashlight, Gong Bing looked at the scene carefully, he is not a master of criminal investigation reasoning, and he can't see anything wrong for a while.

Because this is a long-abandoned warehouse, it is often a place where gang fights or homeless people gather, and the police have also speculated about the identity of the deceased, and are currently investigating in this direction, so they do not pay attention to it.

"It's burned so thoroughly that it's hard to find any information here." Gong Bing shook his head in the dark night, he was not a professional, but he was a little uneasy so he came here, and he could only do his best at this moment to see if he could find any clues.

Gong Bing squatted on the ground and thought for a moment in the darkness.

Let's assume that there is a fight here, and that you end up in a warehouse, where one of the parties is killed, and then the other side sets fire to the corpse.

Then the place where their battle began may not be in the warehouse, but outside the warehouse, it is a simple guess, but it is not impossible, since it is difficult to find anything in the burned warehouse, he plans to try his luck outside.

Gong Bing immediately walked towards the woods not far from the warehouse, that direction was close to the river bridge, if the two sides met halfway, it was likely that they would get off the vehicle there, and then walk from that side, Gong Bing continued to speculate.

At this moment, a dark shadow in the woods squatted behind a tree, silent, staring at Gong Bing, who was slowly walking towards the woods in the direction of the warehouse, with a cold light in his eyes.

Unnatural broken branches and trampled marks, Gong Bing barely judged that this was the traces left by several people chasing, and the traces were still very new, they only appeared recently, and the owners of the obvious traces were a little flustered, so the traces went from light to heavy, and slowly became messy.

The woods were overgrown with weeds, and from time to time you could see discarded bits and pieces in the grass just above your knees.

Gong Bing's patience is good, and little by little he groped in the woods, trying to find some clues.

"It's the marks of a bullet." Gong Bing shone a flashlight on a tree, touched a straight scar on the trunk with his hand, and was able to find it for himself, and secretly said luck in his heart.

Then they checked around the vicinity of the tree.

After about ten minutes, a bullet casing was finally found in the grass.

"9mm bullets." Looking at the bullet in his hand, Gong Bing muttered to himself.

Turning his head, the flashlight in Gong Bing's hand shone on the body of a tree on the side.

The diameter of the trunk of the small tree is about ten centimeters, and at this moment, a hole with a bowl mouth is still large appeared on the trunk, the position is about the height of Gong Bing's chest, and the inside and outside of the hole seem to be scorched black by the fire, almost piercing the trunk.

The hole was too big, not like it was caused by ordinary bullets, but it couldn't have been an anti-materiel rifle, and if it were, the tree would have broken off at the moment.