"Let's go back to sleep." Su Muqing looked at Yang Yunwen and asked him to go home and rest.

Yang Yunwen nodded and walked out.

Su Muqing was sitting alone in the office when she suddenly received a call: "Hey." ”

"Xiaoqing, why is your phone turned off, I can only call you." The tone on the other end of the phone was very gentle.

"Qingman, my phone is out of battery." Su Muqing's left hand was very uncomfortable on the side, and when she heard Wang Qingman's voice, she remembered the psychological counseling room, touched her leg and said, "Is there something wrong with me?" ”

"I can't look for you if it's okay, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm out shopping." Wang Qingman said naturally on the other end of the phone.

"No, I've been a little busy with the police station lately, so let's do that another day." After Su Muqing finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment: "I still have a report to write......

"That doesn't bother you." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After Su Muqing hung up the phone, he sighed, and at this time Tan Ruoyu leaned against the door and smiled: "If you can't be friends with a psychiatrist, it's better to refuse." ”

"Forensic Tan eavesdropping on my phone?" Su Muqing smiled.

"I didn't, I handed you the report of Zhang Haixiong's inspection, and you need to write a summary." Tan Ruoyu walked to the table: "You, don't be stressed, it's so much pressure every time you go to consult!" It's best to chat like we do. ”

"What? Do you want to be my counselor? Su Muqing smiled: "Forget it, you said that psychological counselors can't be friends." ”

"Who is going to be your psychological counselor, I haven't done this for a long time, I'll just dismiss you once in a while." Tan Ruoyu said wow, and glanced at the white paper in front of Su Muqing's eyes: "You, let's write a good report!" ”

After Tan Ruoyu walked out, Su Muqing remembered to charge her mobile phone.

Su Muqing was thinking about writing the report, she didn't think much about it, it was already dark when she walked out of the police station, but she felt that someone was following her behind her, and with her acuity, when she turned around and grabbed someone in the corner, she found that there was only a black hat left, and the person ran very fast, she thought for a moment and returned home.

The night was dark and windy, and in a dilapidated two-story building in the suburbs, 12 people were locked up in 12 rooms, and no one outside could hear anything, and everyone sat quietly.

There was a car outside the building, and the man in the driver's seat was wearing a peaked cap, while the woman was wearing a black trench coat in the back seat.

"They've arrived, starting tonight?" The man asked.

"Well, let them start, I'll collect the cards every night." The woman smiled.

"Really kill people according to their choice?" The man asked.

"So what to do with the trouble. I have a game with Mu Qing that I played before, so let's come in the previous order. The woman chuckled: "I have already arranged the order of death of those people." ”

"Okay, you just have a plan, don't contact me until you have to." The man continued.

"I didn't expect him to let you come and work with me." The woman continued to laugh, "The killing game begins. ”

The next day, Su Muqing arrived at the police station on time, and Wang Ping took a letter to her: "Brother Qing, I have a letter from you." ”

When Su Muqing opened the envelope, he saw a stack of cards falling out, and a piece of retro paper printed out in italic 72 font "On the first day, the werewolf chooses the knife [1]".