It's cold.

Someone is pulling Jiang Qiao's quilt.

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, and she could feel the quilt on her shoulders sliding down little by little.

Hallucination, it's an illusion, Jiang Qiao comforted himself.

A pair of hands slowly climbed up her ankles.

It was a pair of cold, slippery hands, like freshly peeled vipers with a bone-chilling hellish chill, tangled so hard that her legs couldn't move.

Jiang Qiao exhaled softly, and she could feel the trembling in her breath.

It's a dream, don't be afraid

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the chill that was getting closer and closer under the covers, and suddenly there was a burst of cheerful music outside the window.

The light music is so eerie and chilling in Jiang Qiao's ears at this moment, her family lives on the 22nd floor, it stands to reason that at this altitude, you shouldn't be able to hear any sound except the wind, it should be early in the morning.

Jiang Qiao tilted his head and glanced at the alarm clock at the head of the bed, which was obviously close at hand, but it seemed that there was a thick frosted glass in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see the time clearly.

Jiang Qiao comforted himself in his heart: It must be a dream, wake up quickly, wake up quickly.

Since returning from the scene of the crime today, she has had a hunch that tonight will definitely not be a good dream.

"Sister, my feet hurt so much, what should I do, my feet hurt." It was as if someone was whispering into her ear, and the cold, slight air currents made her ears sensitively red and hot.

Although she couldn't see it, what she could hear was a little girl's voice, immature and aggrieved.

Jiang Qiao knew whose voice it was, and she remembered what Jiang Li said on the way back in the afternoon.

"It's really a ghost." Jiang Li looked at her sideways, the faint sunlight shining on half of his face, bright and peaceful, but for some reason she could feel the sadness on the half of his face hidden in the shadows.

"Did they see the ghost? What does it look like, and who is the ghost? Jiang Qiao asked nervously.

"It's a child." Jiang Li replied.

"Kid? What kind of enmity does this ghost have with those three victims, and why is he so obsessed with killing them? And, didn't you say it's hard to get on the ghost? ”

Jiang Li couldn't believe that such a murderous case was made by a child, even if it was a ghost, but when he was alive, he was also a child, how could he be so cruel.

"Those spirits don't know, they only know that the child is very powerful, not an ordinary ghost, it should be supported by someone."

Jiang Li stopped talking, leaned back, drooping his head as if he was asleep, but Jiang Qiao knew that he was not asleep, and she clearly watched Jiang Li's index finger knock on his lap.

Jiang Qiao knew what he was thinking, such a powerful power of this little ghost was supported by someone, that person's ability must be great, such a powerful opponent was still a fellow practitioner, it must be difficult to deal with.

"My feet hurt, my heart hurts, I can't breathe, I can't stop, it's so uncomfortable, I'm going to suffocate, sister, help me."

The cry for help in his ears pulled Jiang Qiao's thoughts back to reality, now is not the time to recall, finding a way to wake up is the point.

"If you want me to help you get revenge, you have to tell me who killed you." Jiang Qiao tried hard, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat. She had to repeat her question over and over again in her head, hoping that the other party would feel it.

"I saw it, I saw a soul burrowing into my body, I could feel that my body no longer belonged to me, I couldn't control it, ah~ It's so uncomfortable."

As if it could really feel the words in Jiang Qiao's mind, the voice continued, but suddenly it began to moan, and the pain in the voice was heart-wrenching. You can feel how much pain it suffered when it was alive.

Jiang Qiao remembered what Jiang Li said, the child was dancing alive and dying.

"Tell me, who is it, who killed you?" Jiang Qiao desperately repeated this sentence in her head, the child's moaning aroused her motherhood, and she really wanted to touch its head and relieve its pain.

The chill under the quilt disappeared, and the power that shackled her legs was gone, Jiang Qiao breathed heavily and opened her eyes.

My mind pointed to 12:30 a.m.

Jiang Qiao sat up and glanced at the alarm clock, well, she could see it clearly, this time she was really awake, and a face appeared in her mind, and she knew that it was the information of the murderer that the dead child gave her.

"Hey, Daxin, can you help me make a puzzle, uh-huh, okay, I'll go with me."

Jiang Qiao dialed the mobile phone, Mao Daxin on the other end of the phone really hadn't slept yet, and when he heard the information about the murderer, he immediately became energetic.

Jiang Qiao dialed Jiang Li's home phone again, that guy didn't have a mobile phone, only a landline at home, I couldn't believe it, it's the 21st century, there are still people who don't use mobile phones, and the most incomprehensible thing is that he obviously has intelligent products at home.

"Hey, Jiang Qiao." Jiang Li's voice was very sober, and it seemed that he hadn't slept at all.

"I know who the murderer is, I'm going to the police station to do the puzzle now, let's go together." Jiang Qiao pressed the excitement in his heart, and Jiang Li on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and agreed.

When they arrived at the police station, Mao Daxin took them in with messy hair, this was Jiang Qiao's first time entering the police station, and there were three heavy iron doors stuck in the white corridor connecting the various offices, at this time, there were not many staff in the bureau, and everyone was busy walking around.

Mao Daxin saw Jiang Qiao staring at the iron gate curiously, and explained: "This door is to prevent the suspect from escaping, and the second is to protect the safety of the police themselves." ”

Jiang Qiao stuck out his tongue and whispered, "Don't you think it's like this, as if you are the prisoners being guarded." ”

"cough cough cough" Hearing this, Mao Daxin choked on his own spittle and coughed violently: "You, cough cough, don't say it, cough cough, being said by you like this, it's really a bit like, cough cough." ”

"By the way, how do you know who the murderer is." Finally stopped coughing, Mao Daxin took them to an empty office, turned on a computer, and prepared to make a puzzle for her.

"Well, I told me about the ghost of the kid we found today." Facing Mao Daxin's eager eyes, Jiang Qiao said humbly.

"Ah, you can see that thing too? This makes me say to the above, no matter, try to make a puzzle first. Listening to Jiang Qiao's words, Mao Daxin's eyes widened and he re-examined the somewhat ordinary Jiang Qiao in front of him.

"Well, this nose and this mouth are wrong, it seems to be this, no, it seems to be that."

Jiang Qiao did a puzzle for the first time, only to find that there are so many kinds of human facial features, and she always felt that each one was similar and seemed to be different, and finally stumbled to identify it, and the portrait she put together was really eight or nine points similar to the appearance in her mind.

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere." Mao Daxin frowned and muttered to himself at the portrait.

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