"I don't know about this," the boss was a little melancholy, shook his head and sighed: "That kid left more than a week ago, saying that he wanted to make a lot of money, and I don't know if he was bluffed by the contractor." ”

That was before Ji Yue died? It has nothing to do with this case. Sighing silently, Xiao Ning frowned, the cases and nightmares these days were too impactful, and he was a little nervous.

"Here comes the buns." A high-pitched voice came from the back kitchen, and the proprietress who was also amazingly large held the steaming cage drawer and glared at the boss, "You're talking again?" ”

"People took the initiative to talk to me." The boss smiled wryly and picked up the fly swatter at a loss.

The buzzing sound was incessant, and a few flies were still flying around under the chilly autumn wind, unaffected by the cold air.

Taking a bite of the bun, Xiao Ning's face finally eased slightly, and he suddenly understood why Ah Song had such an obsession - this seemingly simple and ordinary steamed bun shop made the taste was not mediocre.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Ning poured half a sip of tea, looked at the boss and said, "By the way, has there been a little boy here recently?" ”

"Little boy?" The boss seemed to be waiting for Xiao Ning to ask, and hurriedly responded, "It's quite chaotic around here, and most people in the family don't let their children come over, I want to think about it——"

Sweat was dripping, and the boss's shiny face was wrinkled into a bigger bun.

"Are you talking about the children of the old Hu family?" Before the boss could remember, the proprietress blurted out first.

"Who's that?" Xiao Ning's heartstrings trembled.

"It's the second son of a nearby civil servant," said the boss quickly, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others, "about five or six years old, short and short, but he likes me all the time." ”

"Has he been in contact with Ah Song lately?" Xiao Ning's brows twisted into an arc.

"No-" The boss didn't finish speaking, "Who said no," the boss snatched the handle and hooked the corners of her mouth, "About two or three days ago, Ji Chen trembled like sifting chaff, came over to buy two sauerkraut buns, and gave one to Ah Song." ”

"Ji Chen? Is the child's full name Hu Jichen? Xiao Ning licked his dry lips, his breathing was a little uncomfortable, he had always been taciturn, and he was somewhat uncomfortable with two chatterers at the same time.

"No, it's Ji Chen," the proprietress looked puzzled, looked at her husband, pounded him with her thick elbow and said, "Yes, why is the surname of the old Hu family Ji?" ”

"How do I know," the boss picked up the fly swatter again and yawned, "It's not surnamed Wang, what are you afraid of." ”

The asphalt road at noon is scorched and shiny, the light is refracted, and the real buildings around it are as illusory as a mirage. In the bun shop behind him, there was a vague discussion between the two of them about the "old king next door", Xiao Ning dragged his increasingly heavy steps, his eyes were stimulated by the sun, and he narrowed into a thin line.

Ji Chen - This surname made Xiao Ning a little concerned.

After looking around again, Xiao Ning left the street helplessly, and Ah Song disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket and looking at the text message sent by Lin Xiyang in the morning, Xiao Ning walked in the direction of the police station.

"Coming?" Different from the leisurely travel of the outside world, the pace of life in the police station is obviously a little faster, as soon as he saw Xiao Ning, Lin Xiyang walked forward quickly, "The three bodies yesterday have been identified, you can see if you recognize them." ”

A touch of astonishment crossed Xiao Ning's face, he scratched his head, and looked at Lin Xiyang's clear eyes in disbelief, "Why do you want to see if you recognize it?" ”

Lin Xiyang was speechless for a moment, but it was not that she couldn't say it, but she didn't want to say it, her face was pale, and she said coldly: "If you look at it, you can see it, why are you talking so much nonsense?" ”

His eyes were instantly cold, and Xiao Ning's heart swelled with anger, he stopped speaking, walked in with his long legs, and signaled to agree.

Looking at Xiao Ning's slender and emaciated back, Lin Xiyang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed.

She struggled for a long time last night, Xiao Ning really didn't look like lying, but Song Yi really didn't dream of it, thinking about it, Lin Xiyang suddenly found a special place - Ji Yue lives downstairs from Xiao Ning, Liu Changzong is Xiao Ning's predecessor, could it be that Xiao Ning can only dream of people he knows?

As soon as this fantastical idea popped out of Lin Xiyang's head, it was out of control, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense, so she contacted Xiao Ning early this morning and wanted to confirm it with the three charred corpses.

The footsteps stopped in front of the archives door, behind the solemn and gloomy police station, which seemed colder than the laboratory and morgue.

Pushing the door in, Lin Xiyang didn't bother the administrator, and walked straight to a bookcase.

"This is a photo of the three of them," he pulled out a few photos from the file and handed them over, Lin Xiyang held the rest of the file in his arms defensively, "Do you know each other?" ”

Holding her breath, Lin Xiyang's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and she had to admit that she hoped that Xiao Ning really dreamed of those pictures.

"I don't know!" The categorical answer was almost without thinking, Xiao Ning's words made Lin Xiyang's breath stagnate, her feet were unstable, and she suddenly took two steps back.

If so, if so, will the person in front of him change from a trustworthy supernumerary to a creepy high-IQ murderer?

Xiao Ning turned his head uneasily, squeezed out a smile at the curious administrator, and said softly, "I have more important things to tell you than this." ”

"Huh?" An exclamation sounded, and Lin Xiyang's eyes widened in a daze, "It's already this point, what else are you talking about?" ”

Pushing the frame of his glasses blankly, a slight dislike flashed under the heavy lenses, Xiao Ning walked out of the archive room, he didn't know what was going on, he felt very uncomfortable there.

High heels, small broken steps, a crisp sound on the marble floor.

Xiao Ning turned around abruptly, Lin Xiyang didn't pay attention to it, and almost rushed into his arms.

"What are you doing?" A look of shame appeared on the fair-skinned and petite face.

Ignoring this meaningless question, Xiao Ning went straight to the point, "I dreamed of Song Yi last night. ”

What's going on?

Lin Xiyang felt that her head was suddenly a mess, and she was a little confused.

Briefly explaining what happened in the dream, Xiao Ning took a deep breath and said bitterly: "In this way, your inference is wrong. ”

If it was as Zhou Qing and Lin Xiyang had inferred, Song Yi in the dream would definitely not make such a move.

At that time, it was as if she saw a person.

It can be inferred that at that time, she was carrying milk jade beads in her arms, and was in the stage of escaping after setting fire, and the three of them had already died or lived in the explosion, and the only possibility was that in addition to these four people on the night of the incident, there was also a person hiding in the shadows.

That person is the real murderer.