You Mingxu opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel that the cold sweat was pouring out. My mind was still drowsy, and I couldn't tell whether the wheel prints that appeared in my mind just now were dreams or what I saw during the day.

Or did she just remember the details that she didn't see too clearly during the day, and was overlooked?

She popped up and glanced at her watch, it was only 3:5o, just 2o minutes had passed. looked at the interrogation room again, and the first thing he saw was Yin Feng, his appearance was very focused, staring at Rune Wenxiu, and the pen in his hand was quickly remembered. looked like another man again.

And Fu Wenxiu was in his hands, and he was actually obedient, but he was still talking with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

It will be some time before they can end the polygraph. But You Mingxu couldn't sit still. She turned and went downstairs, driving alone into the drowsy night.

These streets have increased a lot of police force. Even at this time, You Mingxu encountered several police cars and police officers on duty along the way. She lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. When you get to the vicinity of Deng's house, park the car silently and throw away your cigarette butts.

She walked outside the wall of the Deng family's courtyard, there was no light inside, and she probably fell asleep. The wall wasn't very high, so she took a few steps back, kicked it up, and lay on top of it.

The moonlight shines brightly overhead, and it also illuminates the huge courtyard faintly. You Mingxu saw at a glance the extra van under the tree, gray and white, golden cups, and half-old.

You Mingxu felt his heart tremble violently, and his palms were full of sweat. But she didn't have time to think carefully, she didn't want to wait for a minute, she was just about to jump into the yard, and she didn't know which heartstrings moved, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Yin Feng: "Come to Deng's house." Then she muted her phone and jumped in.

Several rooms were dark, and there was no sound at all. She walked slowly to the van and looked in through the window, although the light was dim, she could still see that there were some mottled dark suspicious marks in the car and on the seats, which had dried up.

You Mingxu stood there for a few seconds, looking at the slaughterhouse. She walked over lightly, and now the door was unlocked, and a small crack was opened. She slowly opened the door, and there was a very soft "squeak" in the air.

She immediately turned her head to look at the other two rooms, and there was no movement. But she didn't move, lowered her head, and waited for a minute or two, but the courtyard was still silent, and then she dodged into the slaughterhouse.

The room was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. The tools and pieces of meat that I had seen before had become a cloud of shadows with blurred outlines. Only the moonlight, through the old windows, was faintly light.

You Mingxu had a flashlight in his pocket, but he didn't turn it on, and slowly walked in step by step. Even in the dark, the knives were neatly arranged, as if they were waiting in a line for their master to arrive. You Mingxu remembered Yin Feng's inference: if you go to the workplace, you must find everything neat and tidy, like a machine. This is his obsessive-compulsive disorder after many years of working as a craftsman. A chill permeated her heart, and as she walked 1/3 of the way to the room, she caught a glimpse of something on the board.

She was 100% sure that the thing, when she had last visited, wasn't here.

That's a hammer. Medium size with very dark color. At present, it is still impossible to see whether there is blood on it, and it is impossible to tell whether the details are the same as the one in the surveillance. But intuition tells You Mingxu that this is it.

You Mingxu stood in the middle of the silent and dark slaughterhouse, but he only felt a certain cold breath, surrounding him from all directions. The four suspects from the market all fit the profile portraits. One truth and three falsehoods, no clues. It's like this year, the murderer is hiding in a sea of people, just because it's too ordinary, it's extremely difficult to identify.

In the end, it turned out to be a small wheel mud print, revealing the truth. Life is full of variety, and many people look guilty. But neither is the carpenter who is like him, the veterinarian who has sexual offences is not, and the fishmonger whose fingerprints on his hands are blurred and schizophrenic.

A kind of dry and hard strong will suddenly rose from the heart of a woman like You Mingxu. Her whole body suddenly became alert and tense, like an eagle with wings, stepping on the branches of the cliff and tiptoeing forward.

And this will, when she saw clearly the person lying on the front plan, was ruthlessly pierced and collapsed.

She popped up and ran over.

Above the board where Fan Jia was lying, facing a window, some light leaked in. So You Ming saw that her face was bloodless, covered in horrible scars, and some corpse spots had already appeared.

You Mingxu reached out to touch her snort pulse, only to realize that his hand was shaking. Her tears were already flowing, but she didn't notice it. She knelt down beside the board all of a sudden, holding Fan Jia's with one hand and pressing her face with the other.

The darkness of this room, as if at the same moment, crashed against her. She heard herself crying, a voice she had never heard before, terrible, staggered, very similar to the cry of a person after being gagged. For the first time in many years, she was completely unable to control herself. At this moment, everything was left behind her. She didn't have any strength in her body, she sat down on the ground, tears raining down, only her hands, and she still held Fan Jia's pale and stiff fingertips tightly.

The sky fell. The sky really collapsed, she thought.

Otherwise, how could a child like Fan Jia be sacrificed.

Sacrificed under the butcher's knife of criminals.

And she, as her leader, the person she relied on the most, did not find her before she died, failed to save her from that terrible darkness.

What did she go through before she died, and what did the victims experience to break through the limits of human beings? And the most terrible thing, always holding on to the hope of being saved but can only watch the hope go out little by little in front of your eyes?

You Mingxu suddenly let out a roar, or a scream was more appropriate. That's the most fragile and crumbling sound you can't imagine a strong woman like her.

Then she stood up and bent down, she forgot all principles and vigilance, and wanted to pick up Fan Jia and take her back.

A fierce gust of wind slammed into the back of her head.

If this is normal, even if the man behind him is as big as an ox, You Mingxu can avoid it if he is careful. But at this time, she was in a trance, completely ignorant of the dangers of the outside world, and after hearing the strong wind, only the instinct of her body after years of training reacted, and her upper body hooked down.

The hammer slammed into her back. Suddenly a sharp pain came from his back, You Mingxu stumbled, hit the board, and Fan Jia, who was picked up in his hand, also took it off.