Late at night, the night wind kicks up gusts of dust during the day, and then falls with the wind, people who have been busy all day have already slept, and the city, which has been hot all day, has become quiet at this moment.

Of course, there are some people who seem to be in high spirits every night, for example, Feng Yuan, who is addicted to online games, is galloping in the illusory world at the moment, killing all directions.

When Feng Long returned home, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, but he saw that the house was brightly lit.

His 'good son', at this time, was wearing shorts and a vest, sitting in front of the computer, with several canned drink bottles in his hand, wearing headphones, and two profanities coming out of his mouth from time to time.

Feng Long, who was busy solving the case and was tired all day, saw this scene, his waist no longer hurt, his legs were not sleepy, and he instantly became energetic.

Of course, this is the spirit that can only be found when teaching Feng Yuan a lesson.

Feng Yuan teamed up with netizens to open the black, and halfway through the killing, a roar suddenly came from the room, "Feng Yuan." ”

I couldn't resist it through the headphones, so frightened that Feng Yuan's hand slipped, his hero instantly over, and a voice came from the system: "Your battle is over, and this time the tower defense failed." ”

Feng Yuan took off his headphones and looked at his father's black face, his heart was not good, and he was going to be unlucky.

"Hey, hey." Feng Yuan raised his bun face, thinking that he had made an extremely cute, but actually very disgusting expression, and said, "Dad, you're back." ”

"Yes, I'm back, if I don't come back, do you still want to play all night playing?"

The corpse shredding case that happened in the past two days had already made him irritable, and Feng Yuan, this kid, was still angry with him, which was really untidy.

"Hehe, it's not like I'm not paying attention to the time!"

"Didn't pay attention to the time! I think you owe it and think you'll be liberated after the college entrance examination? Feng Long continued his roar.

Feng Yuan covered Feng Long's mouth and said, "Shh, Dad, keep your voice quiet, don't let someone sue you for disturbing the people later." ”

Feng Long, who was covering his mouth, still wanted to teach Feng Yuan a few more lessons, but it was really too late, and the good policeman who didn't want to disturb the people could only stare at Feng Yuan with his big eyes.

After waiting for a while, Feng Long felt a little calmer.

"Dad, let's go have some supper, I just boiled some porridge and fried two dishes." Feng Yuan let go of his hand and pointed to the dishes on the dining table and said.

The porridge in the pot was still steaming, and the dishes were not cold, so it could be seen that it was just cooked not long ago.

Feng Long was comforted, drank the porridge with a satisfied face, and thought to himself, stinky boy, even if I didn't raise you in vain, I will feel that the fatigue of the day has disappeared.

The father and son drank small porridge and ate side dishes, and after a while, Feng Yuan finally determined that the old man's mood was a little better.

"Dad, I heard that I found a big case yesterday." Feng Yuan drank the porridge and seemed to be casually speaking: "The modus operandi is very murderous. ”

Feng Long frowned, "How do you know?" ”

"It's spread all over the post bar, people who often surf the Internet, who doesn't know!" Feng Yuan pursed his lips, "It just depends on whether someone is willing to believe it." ”

"You little kid, don't look at some messy websites all day."

"Got it, got it." Feng Yuan echoed, "Then do you know who the murderer is now?" ”

Speaking of the case, Feng Long looked solemn again, "How can it be so easy?" ”

"What about the dead?"

"It is preliminarily determined that the deceased's name is Zhang Yang, I heard that he was a gangster, and the specific details need to be confirmed tomorrow."

Zhang Yang? Feng Yuan was a little surprised, could it be that Zhang Yang!

Feng Long put down his chopsticks and looked at his son's face in a daze, he knew that Xiao Yuan, like him, wanted to be a people's policeman since he was a child, but he didn't want to.

If you want to be an ordinary little policeman, this kid wants to be a criminal policeman, how can this be.

Feng Long has been a policeman all his life, and most of his time he is a criminal policeman, and he feels that it is not easy, and it is a high-risk profession.

He only wants his son, who is in good health until he is old.

However, Feng Yuan, the child, like his mother, is very stubborn, and he has to go down the road even if his head is broken.

"Ugh."

Feng Yuan was pulled back to his senses by this sigh.

"Xiaoyuan, Dad knows that you want to be a criminal policeman, but Dad still wants you to think about it again."

"Dad is afraid that you will regret it later."

"Dad, you know, I won't regret it, the time to fill in the volunteer is only three days, and I won't make any changes."

"In that case, I can only tell you so much about this case, and you won't ask in the future."

Feng Yuan said anxiously: "Dad, can't you take me to investigate the case together?" ”

Feng Long felt that he was about to be angry again at this moment, and said angrily: "You are a child, what does it look like to follow me to investigate the case?" Is the police station run by your family? ”

"Look at what you've been like lately, although the college entrance examination is over, there is no end to learning, you can read at home from tomorrow onwards, don't run around all day."

"Also, your mother's school has only managed to organize a trip, so don't let her worry about it lately, lest she have a lot of fun."

"yes, I see." Feng Yuan spread out on the chair like a deflated ball, weak and weak.

Feng Long couldn't bear to look at his son's listless appearance, but he didn't say anything after all, and went back to the room to rest.

Of course, before leaving, don't forget to add, "Remember to wash the dishes and clean up the table." ”

"Oh."

Feng Yuan was lying on the bed, although he was tired for a day, he couldn't sleep, and he was still thinking about what he had just said.

"The deceased's name is Zhang Yang, and I heard that he was a gangster."

Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang. Is that him?

Li Yi also said today that he hadn't seen Zhang Yang for several days.

What if it's really him? Although this person is terrible, he shouldn't have died so miserably!

Also, if the deceased is really Zhang Yang, then who will be the murderer?

Feng Yuan lay quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling, he really couldn't think of anyone who would want to kill him.

Feng Yuan remembered what Li Yi said again, people who are blinded by hatred will do anything.

So, could the murderer be someone who was bullied by Zhang Yang? But those who have been bullied by Zhang Yang are basically the old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as the students in the school, these people should not be murderers.

Ahhhh Feng Yuan tossed and turned on the bed, but he couldn't figure it out.

After a long time, he calmed down and comforted himself in his heart, "Maybe I'm thinking too much, there are so many people named Zhang Yang, how can it be so coincidental that I know, it's better to go and see tomorrow." ”

Thinking of Zhang Yang, thinking of the murderer, and thinking of his father not supporting him to be a policeman, Feng Yuan fell asleep in this nonsense.

As a result, due to thinking too much before going to bed, Feng Yuan had nightmares all night.

In my dream, it was a forest, a dark one, and I couldn't run out, so I kept spinning in it.

Someone was chasing him with a knife, and he ran and ran, but he was still caught, and the man said that he would cut off his flesh piece by piece, and he thought that before he died, he would have to see who killed him.

Feng Yuan turned his head, only to see a bloody hand holding a knife, no body, and after a closer look, his body was torn apart.

The hand with the knife had already caught up with him, and the remaining hand and two legs were still chasing after him, and the limb was driving on the ground and wriggling forward.

Feng Yuan froze in fright, thinking, I must be dreaming, I am dreaming, he closed his eyes hard, trying to wake up from the dream, and his mouth was still listening, "This is a dream, this is a dream." ”

After a while, Feng Yuan felt awake from a dream, he was lying on the bed at this moment, and under his body was the bed sheet that his mother had chosen for him, soft to the touch, very comfortable.

In the darkness, Feng Yuan slowly opened his eyes, only to see a bloody head hanging in front of him.

The eyed sockets that had lost their eyes, in the dark, stared at him motionlessly, with two lines of blood and tears, as if to tell something.

"Ahh With an exclamation, Feng Yuan woke up completely, and froze on the bed for a long time, motionless.

Depend on! I really can't think too much about the murder before going to bed at night, I scared Lao Tzu to death.

On June 27, morning, at 9:23, there were still four days left before the set date for solving the case.

After a long day of work yesterday, Feng Long finally didn't find any trace of the murderer in the surveillance, is the murderer really so cautious this time?

Feng Long's last hope for the surveillance video report was also dashed.

However, in general, there is still something gained, according to Ye Liu, the deceased Zhang Yang's family lived in the northern suburbs of the urban-rural junction.

He Xu searched in the information database and found that there were nineteen people named Zhang Yang in the northern suburbs, according to the age of the deceased, as well as the characteristics of the tattoos on the body, after comparison, the specific identity of the deceased was finally confirmed.

The deceased, Zhang Yang, was 19 years old, 175 cm tall, weighed 62 kg, was an orphan with unknown parents, and now lives alone at No. 39 in the northern suburbs of the urban-rural junction.

Since the identity of the deceased was confirmed, Feng Long and the others immediately took action and went to the deceased's residence.

Northern suburbs, urban village, No. 39.

It's a very dilapidated little yard, with a small vegetable patch on the left, but it looks deserted, and there are some discarded beer bottles piled up on the right, stacked neatly.

In the whole small courtyard, there are only two houses, one for people and one for the bathroom, which are all located at the back of the courtyard.

Generally speaking, this courtyard and this house have a sense of age, like the place where an old man over half a hundred years old lives, rather than a young man who is less than twenty years old.

It stands to reason that in normal times, no one in the urban village wants to step into this place, and even when they pass by the door, they are walking quickly, not wanting to stay for a second longer.

Some people are even worse, preferring to take a long detour rather than pass by this courtyard.

But today, this gate is full of people, separated by a long police line, large and small, old and young, people are curiously stretching their necks and looking inward.

This country, this place, has never been short of people who love to watch the excitement.