Back in time, a conspicuous yellow cordon has been fenced around Robert's Cafe, and several police cars have been parked at the door of the café, announcing that this is an extraordinary day.

In the corner of the café by the window, the off-white chalk depicts the silhouette of a humanoid figure on a European-American glass coffee table, on each side of which are placed the same small white porcelain plates, on which are placed two white mugs, and the coffee inside still reveals the residual temperature.

The light from outside the street shone through the glass on the silver spoon, and there were faint traces of blood on the chalk-drawn silhouette of the human figure, and a faint coffee stain on the white tray on the other side.

"Is the identity of the victim clear? Who was sitting across from him? Who is the person who reported the crime? Yang Zhiwen was pouring Red Bull and espresso while talking weakly with his police officers, and the forensic doctor who remained at the scene was injecting 15 milliliters of stimulant into Yang Zhiwen's arm.

After Yang Zhiwen stayed in the warehouse for a while, he returned to the police station, and after the report, he returned to the detachment for a simple repair, thinking that he could recuperate and recuperate, but he didn't expect that the disaster would not go alone, and he could only rely on stimulants to return to the scene.

The police officer looked at the report in his hand, raised his head to look at his team leader, and looked at the appearance of the haggard Yang Zhiwen injected with stimulants, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and suddenly he felt a sense of fear.

Why is Yang Zhiwen paranoid about the case? Every time a situation arises, it's the first one.,It's like two people who are usually simple and approachable.,Could it be some kind of mental distortion! What was the jealousy in his eyes? Am I crazy? But why would the director adopt such a person? The director even said that this kind of person was adopted!

The police officer kept muttering in his heart while switching his gaze, without any expression on his face, to use the name of his peers for him, he was a computer with thoughts and no feelings, at least on the surface, he was a qualified computer, and nothing would go wrong, at least on the surface.

The police officer was like the host of a news program playing on the computer, reading this sentence in a tone and meticulously with a standard format, standard demeanor, and standard expression, and during the process, he also handed Yang Zhiwen a piece of printer paper, on which a photo was faxed and printed. "According to the report and witnesses, sitting opposite the victim is a man in a black coat about 25 years old about 25 years old, witnesses said that the man behaved quite gentlemanly, but behaved very strangely in the first few minutes before the deceased fell on the table, and the original words were, like a happy mental patient."

The printing paper was handed over to Yang Zhiwen and was taken by him with one hand, the woman in red on the photo made him feel quite familiar, but he couldn't remember, he could only vaguely feel that this woman seemed to have seen it somewhere? But he couldn't remember it, Yang Zhiwen closed his teeth tightly, his mouth was full of gas, his fists were clenched, and then he hammered down his thighs hard.

Obviously, I still have an impression before, what kind of memory, what's the use! It was as if he had returned to the night, weak and helpless.

"Huh...!" Yang Zhiwen let out a long sigh, began to adjust his breathing, and then recovered his emotions, and then turned his waist to make the bones crackle, now he only remembers that he has seen it on the local TV channel, this is the only clue he has now, but for him to do, this clue is enough for him to do a lot of things.

After hurriedly glancing at the portrait on the printer paper, he folded it back and forth and put it in his pocket, Yang Zhiwen raised his head and looked into the officer's eyes, and asked, "Do you have an impression of this person?" Have you seen this woman on the Liantang Channel? ”

"Hmm," the officer looked down in thought, typing keywords into his mind.

Impressions? I don't know each other when I first get in touch, and knowing her will definitely help her with basic information in my head, and I don't have an impression.

Liantang Channel? Don't watch romance vulgar dramas, and the guests in the recent news programs don't have her, without her.

"Report, I don't know, I don't have an impression, have I seen her on the Liantang channel recently."

Haven't seen it? What's going on? Officer Yang's gaze began to wander around the café, and he continued to reason in his mind as he observed his surroundings.

He does the same as me, that is to say, he goes to work at nine o'clock in the morning, gets off work at eight o'clock in the evening, can't get up before half past eight, washes his face and brushes his teeth directly after half past eight and goes to the bureau, and goes home at eight o'clock in the afternoon to open the TV to read the file, that is, excluding the time from nine o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, could it be that he has seen it on the TV in the bureau?

Yang Zhiwen's gaze looked around, all of them were skimmed, and finally his gaze returned to his subordinates.

In the bureau, we have a TV in our office to watch local social news, and he is a technical otaku, and there is no reason to prevaricate me about the trouble of investigating the real color ID card, but I do have the impression of this person, which means that our time is staggered, and when there is no case, we are in the office all day, which means that it is at dinner.

The thoughts in his mind gradually became clearer, and he began to believe in himself again, and the goal he had set was waiting not far ahead, and the terrible night in his mind was almost dawn.

At this moment, a bright dot kept flickering around his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. On the simple and delicate coffee table, the sunlight was reflected in Yang Zhiwen's eyes by the silver spoon, and he suddenly remembered something, and the thoughts in his mind became unimpeded, and then panic turned to anger.

I didn't expect her... She is a weather forecaster. Just when the corners of Yang Zhiwen's mouth rose and relaxed a little, a new question stimulated his brain again.

Hey, hey! The case hasn't been solved yet, and now the host, who is the only one related to Zhou Yang, has received a box lunch, what is the connection between these two things? Trouble! Bastard!

Originally, he had just found out the clues of the victim, and his pressure had just been relieved, and now he made such a whole play... Oh, my God!

Yang Zhiwen, who was wearing leather shoes, stomped the white tiles under his feet a few times and made a stomping sound, he clenched his fists, and his breathing became heavy again.

The familiar feeling came back to him, the weather that day was as special as today, the cold and social malice that might have returned to the home he didn't want to return to, and now the oppressive feeling of this problem suffocated him, and he already felt like he could feel something happening, but he couldn't stop it, that terrible feeling of powerlessness.

Yang Zhiwen tightly clutched the walkie-talkie on the belt around his waist, and then slowly brought it to his mouth, probably because of the stimulant injection, even Yang Zhiwen's personality that he usually didn't know gradually amplified, the volume of his speech and the sound of breathing became much heavier, and his emotions gradually lost control.

"Attention to all the staff, the victim's name is Zhou Yinglan, the weather forecast host of the Liantang Channel, I want all her information within ten minutes, and I will focus on investigating the relationship between Zhou Yang, the principal of Huangpu Primary School, and her to find common ground. The others made confessions, the forensic doctor accurately counted the time and cause of death, and the search team searched for evidence at the scene, and I went back to the bureau first. ”

Yang Zhiwen walked forward quickly, and the people around him thought that he was going back to the bureau to do things, and even he thought nothing.

Every night in my mind, the little boy who walked slowly out of the house in the moonlight finally screamed madly and waved his hands in panic and ran out of the alley.