It was dusk, Jiang Lan was sitting on the sofa looking at the rain outside in a daze, and suddenly saw a few bare-bottomed children bathing in the lake, were they four or five? It seems like...... Is there an adult standing on the shore of the lake?

What day is it? Seem...... The day before that murder?

It's just what happened, but in retrospect, there are too many uncertainties. This reminded Jiang Lan of another question.

Did the door to the inner room be plugged in last night?

Bang——!

Jiang Lan felt her heart contract violently, her hands and feet were a little cold, and her face became ugly.

Some things, when you see them, feel strange at most, and when you think about it, they give people boundless fear.

Isn't it just a few children bathing in the lake? Isn't there an adult standing on the shore? Maybe it's the winter swimming team organizing training? What's so weird?

However, what if you are less than 100 meters away and you see children playing in the lake, but you don't hear any sound?

It's a suburb and it's not noisy. It was dusk, and it was very quiet. It was as if it was a stroke of God's effort, and all those children were gone.

The more details were pieced together, the more irritated Jiang Lan became. He stood up and paced a few steps, said "I'll go out for a walk" to Ma Bozhao, and walked towards the shore of the lake.

The lake was empty, except for the ripples of raindrops. The fine raindrops rustled on the yellow grass and trees, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Lan came to the lake, and her unfocused eyes swept aimlessly across the lake. He didn't know why he had come to this place, but it seemed that a voice in the dark had asked him to come and take a look, and then he came.

There are no anomalies.

Jiang Lan settled down and turned her head to look at the big willow tree by the water. He remembered clearly that there was an adult standing under the tree watching.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing. At this moment, a humming and chirping sound sounded in my ears, which sounded a little familiar.

Following the prestige, a little black dog climbed over the gentle slope, shook its head and ran towards the willow tree, looking back as he ran.

A moment later, a pink paper umbrella emerged from behind the gentle slope, and under the umbrella was a girl dressed in white.

The little black dog saw Jiang Lan from a distance, and ran over in a few circles, wrapping around his feet a few times, intimate and excited.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Jiang Lan's lips unconsciously floated a smile, squatted down and touched the little black dog's head, pointed to the white-clothed girl who was walking and asked, "Have you found your master?" ”

The little black dog rubbed his head hard in Jiang Lan's palm, licked his palm flatteringly, then turned around and ran towards the girl in white again.

The girl directly ignored Jiang Lan's existence, and the pink paper umbrella stopped next to the willow tree, and then a pleasant but cold voice sounded: "Is it here?" ”

The little black dog squatted under the willow tree, stretched out his paws and scratched the bark of the willow tree, and whined out of his mouth.

The girl also bent down beside the willow tree, and after some careful searching, she shook her head and said, "No." ”

The little black dog raised his head and whined at the girl twice, looking not very satisfied. Then, it turned its head to look at Jiang Lan, and finally barked for the first time: "Woo-Wang! Wang ——! ”

Originally, Jiang Lan was about to leave. As a straight male terminal cancer patient, he is very disdainful of the indifference of young girls. I took care of the dog for you all night, and I didn't even say a word of thanks?

But at this moment, hearing the barking of the little black dog, Jiang Lan began to hesitate a little. It was clear that the girl was looking for something. And in this inaccessible southern suburb park, who else is more familiar than yourself?

"Whew! Wang ——! The little black dog barked at Jiang Lan twice.

"Cut! Woman! Not like you! ”

Jiang Lan thought and walked towards the willow tree: "Are you looking for something?" ”

The girl looked up at Jiang Lan and did not speak, but the meaning in her eyes was undisguised.

Jiang Lan pretended to be indifferent and shrugged her shoulders, and said unhurriedly, "I'm the administrator here." If you're looking for something, I might be able to help. ”

The little black dog snorted and rubbed the girl's trouser legs, leaving a stain on the white leggings.

The girl frowned slightly, stared down at the little black dog, raised her hand and took out a photo from the pocket of her jacket and handed it to Jiang Lan: "This person, have you seen it?" ”

Jiang Lan took the photo and was slightly stunned, and a familiar face came into view: "Old Xiao? ”

The girl in white was in good spirits, the emotions in her eyes were a little more colorful, but the words in her mouth were still a little cold: "Do you know him?" ”

Jiang Lan was a little unhappy, returned the photo to her, and said nonchalantly: "I know." Are you looking for him? Then go to the police. ”

"You ......" girlishly frowned, put the photo back in her pocket, and took out another thing in her hand to show Jiang Lan, "Xu Meng." Distinguished Consultant of the Public Security Department. ”

Jiang Lan was even more unhappy, glanced at the letter of appointment casually, turned around and left: "Then you can't ask me." ”

A layer of blush appeared on Xu Meng's face, obviously angry. She shouted in a colder voice, "He's dead." ”

Jiang Lan was stunned, paused suddenly, and turned to look at Xu Meng.

Xu Meng let out a long breath, soothed his emotions, met Jiang Lan's blank gaze, and continued: "That night four days ago, Xiao Shihe was killed in Zhuyuan Lane, and his body was found by the cleaners in the early morning of the next day. The lethal site is in the throat. The killer cut open his throat and carotid artery with a knife, and the murder weapon may have been a special knife such as a scalpel. ”

Bamboo Garden Lane Murder? Janitor? Cut your throat? Isn't this the case that made a fuss? It's just that why is it Xiao Shihe who died?

Jiang Lan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, recovered from the shocked state, and wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to organize her language, so she had to stare at Xu Meng in a daze.

Xu Meng lowered his head slightly, hiding the sadness that flashed on his face, and his tone softened slightly, and then said, "This dog was left by him." It was it that brought me here. ”

Speaking of this, Xu Meng raised his head again, and his tone was rare and sincere: "If you know him, if you know anything about him, please tell me." ”

This time, Jiang Lan finally saw the girl in front of her clearly. Her face was beautiful, but her complexion was a little pale, revealing an unconcealable tiredness. She also has a good figure, with a white short coat and trousers, she is capable and exquisite. The pink paper umbrella was held in the white hand, and the tips of the hair were covered with moisture, which was touching in the autumn rain, but it revealed the stubbornness in the bones.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan felt that this girl was not so annoying. He began to feel a little sorry for her, so he pointed to the duty room not far away and said, "Let's rest there." By the way, drink some hot water to warm up. ”

After that, Jiang Lan took the lead, Xu Meng stepped forward to follow, and the little black dog staggered and fell behind.

In the duty room, Ma Bozhao was still eating snacks. His gaze swept over Jiang Lan, who pushed the door in, and said hello very casually, and then swept Xu Meng who followed closely, his eyes suddenly straightened.

"Hello beauty! Is there anything you can do? ”

Ma Bozhao stood up quickly, kicked the fruit shells on the ground under the coffee table a few times, and very simply ignored Jiang Lan, who had twitched the corners of his mouth.

Xu Meng put away the paper umbrella and held it in his hand, glanced at the remaining melon seed skin on the floor, frowned lightly, and didn't put the umbrella down after all.

The fat man was slightly embarrassed, slapped the sofa very attentively, squinted and smiled, and said, "Sit down, sit down." ”

Jiang Lan's brain began to hurt again. He glared at Ma Bozhao angrily, slowed down his tone as much as possible, and said slowly: "Fatty, boiling water." ”

"Oh!" The fat man hurriedly turned around, took out a disposable cup from the cabinet, took a cup of boiling water and put it on the table, rubbed his hands and looked at Xu Meng again.

"Drink it. By the way, do you want to make tea? ”

"Fatty. It's mine. Boiled water. Jiang Lan felt that she was going crazy. He never found out that Ma Bozhao also had a deeper attribute hidden - forgetfulness.

"What? Pour it yourself! "The fat man doesn't look back.

Jiang Lan completely collapsed.

Fortunately, Xu Meng was relieved in time. She sat down on the sofa, took a sip of the water glass, and said lightly, "Say it." Tell me everything you know. ”

Jiang Lan had no choice but to go to the water dispenser to pick up a cup of boiling water, pull a small bench and sit down opposite Xu Meng, and open the chatterbox.

To be honest, Jiang Lan has always had a lot of things he doesn't understand about the southern suburbs park. For example, although it is close to the city, it is separated by a river on both sides, and it is very inconvenient for residents of small towns to visit here. Coupled with some legends in the market, it can be said politely that the existence of the southern suburbs park is meaningless at all.

For example, in terms of administrative relations, Nanjiao Park is a subordinate unit of the Landscape and Greening Bureau, but the employees who work here – only Jiang Lan and Ma Bozhao – are seconded from the Bureau. This is extremely abnormal in terms of the clear division of jurisdiction.

What's even more abnormal is that there is obviously nothing worth guarding here, but a person is persistently arranged to be on duty at night, which is called fire prevention and theft prevention, but the actual work content does not have any requirements - no need to inspect, and even the leader mentions it openly and secretly, so he almost said: It's time to sleep. Don't take it seriously.

It was in this extremely strange situation that Jiang Lan, who was supposed to clock in and go to work at the Cultural Management Bureau, accidentally met Xiao Shihe, who likes to come to the southern suburbs park to fish, and formed a very good friendship with him.

In Jiang Lan's impression, Xiao Shihe is a very sunny and talkative person. Every time he came, it was at dusk, and he sat down until late at night.

I didn't see him really catch a fish, but he was still happy to do it, always with a hearty smile every time he met, and every once in a while he would bring some small gifts to Jiang Lan, all of which were handicrafts, saying that he made them himself, and repeatedly told Jiang Lan to collect them.

Speaking of this, Jiang Lan suddenly realized that he still knew too little about Xiao Shihe, and it was all scattered fragments. As for some more important information, such as professional addresses, Jiang Lan knows nothing.

This kind of person is not a friend!

It's just that why did he die?