"Leave him alone," Zhou Qing held back the fire in his belly, looking at the dark night outside the window, "The stinky boy who has not dried up is just talking nonsense." ”

.......

The dilapidated buildings to be demolished were crumbling in the wind and rain, and Typhoon No. 15 passed through, and a large area of dark clouds overturned, overwhelming people. A pale crack was suddenly cut in the raging clouds, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

Whew.

In this apocalyptic scene, a soaking wet man is desperately running down an unobstructed staircase.

Why, why has it not been able to go down?

Helpless, Xiao Ning paused, revealing a desperate white face under his wet forehead.

He had been running for at least half an hour, but the stairs under his feet seemed to be an endless circle, and there was no bottom in sight.

Could it be that the ghost hit the wall?

As soon as this thought popped out of his mind, Xiao Ning's body trembled, and a cold sweat slipped down his back, but in an instant, it blended with the cold rain, and he couldn't tell the line.

Looking up the stairs, eerie, dark, eerie, all kinds of terrible images kept projecting in my mind. The rusty iron door shook violently in the hurricane, like a beckoning from hell.

To go in or not to go in? With a self-deprecating smile, Xiao Ning calmed down, he had no choice, there was no other way but to walk into that door.

Resolutely opened the door, a chilling cold wind hit him, Xiao Ning shivered, his eyes were vigilant and resolute, and the typhoon was still restless behind him, giving people the illusion of being followed.

Another dazzling white light crossed the sky, before the thunder sounded, a forbearant scream squeezed out of Xiao Ning's throat, the rain hit the ground, the heavy smoke and water vapor covered the breath of blood, but the appearance of the viscous liquid slipping down drop by drop was still shocking.

Xiao Ning's head was buzzing, his hands and feet were already cold, and he trembled slightly uncontrollably.

With pale skin soaked in the rain, a bleeding face, and an outstretched tongue, a rickety corpse hanging in the air appeared in front of Xiao Ning.

Calm down, calm down, his lips squirmed, Xiao Ning kept muttering, in short, it was just a dream, and the traces left by the murderer should be observed at the moment.

However, the more I thought about it, the more my thoughts became like a mess, and fear gripped my heart, and even if I tried to breathe hard, my chest felt like suffocation from beginning to end.

The lightning struck again, and the whole world was like day for a moment, and the field of vision finally adapted to the change of light, Xiao Ning suddenly stepped back a few steps, and his legs and feet were weak.

The figure moved, and its pale face was expressionless, drifting towards him step by step.

The hanged ghost got closer and closer, and finally, Xiao Ning recognized that face, at this moment, he suddenly lost the slightest fear, and all that was left was doubt, and his heart was full of disbelief.

"How could it be you?"

Voices of astonishment poured out of his mouth, thunder roared, and the stormy world collapsed inch by inch.

Call.

The damp bedding was stained on the sweaty skin, and the sticky touch made people feel uncomfortable but real, and taking a big breath of the not fresh air, Xiao Ning looked ahead with a dull gaze.

How could it be him?

There are many flavors in my heart, and I can't tell whether it is regret or pain, or the pain of an acquaintance dying in front of my eyes.

......

"Is this the thing?" In the police station, Zhou Qing looked at Xiao Ning who was tinkering in front of the computer, his brows furrowed tightly, and he looked distrustful.

The host made a buzzing sound, the heat exhaust fan rotated rapidly, and Xiao Li of the technical department showed a bitter face, stretched out his hand to stop it: "Brother, this hard drive can't keep up, brother, can you limit the speed?" Let's slow down, but don't burn the computer. ”

Reaching out and touching the hot computer, Xiao Ning nodded, and tapped on the keyboard again, and after a while, the restless humming sound finally fell silent.

An hour later, the interrogation room.

The dazzling light hit Wang Yuqing's eyeballs, his face was haggard, and there was already a circle of green stubble on his chin.

"The surveillance video has confirmed that the night before the day of the crime, you pretended that you were going to patrol the Qingshan Forest alone, but in fact you secretly sneaked back to the apartment attached to Tianqi Company on a waste bicycle, and after the murder, you threw the murder weapon and bicycle into Qishui together, and now the police are arresting you."

After the truth was revealed, Zhou Qing only felt that his bones were relaxed, and the fatigue of a sleepless night was completely gone.

It's just that even if he interrogates Wang Yuqing face-to-face, he still has a feeling that something is wrong, the honest young man in front of him definitely doesn't look like a sick serial killer, to put it mildly - he doesn't have that ability.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Qing admonished himself not to be careless in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "This is the cause of You Zhenghao's death, now I ask you, how did Zhang Ziming die?" ”

On the other side of the special glass of the interrogation room, Lin Xiyang and Xiao Ning stared at Wang Yuqing intently.

"I, I, I didn't," a hoarse and dry voice spat out from his cracked lips, Wang Yuqing's face was sluggish and desperate, he shook his head and said abruptly: "I didn't kill Zhang Ziming." ”

"You fart!" slapped the table with a snap, Zhou Qing's eyes widened, and he asked angrily: "The two cases before and after are so related, now you say that Zhang Ziming was not killed by you, and your brain is white when we are policemen?" ”

"I, I really don't," Wang Yuqing obviously couldn't stand Zhou Qing's questioning, and his emotional state was on the verge of collapse.

Closing the door casually, Zhou Qinghuo twisted his neck like a gangster, strode in front of Lin Xiyang, and asked with a solemn face, "How is it?" ”

As long as Lin Xiyang saw that kid was lying, he would definitely not give him good fruit to eat.

A touch of helplessness appeared on his gentle and fair face, Lin Xiyang shook his head and said apologetically: "No, what Wang Yuqing said is all the truth." ”

What's going on? Zhou Qing didn't believe his ears.

The eyebrows were raised, Zhou Qing's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the stubble on his cheeks, and after a while, he said in surprise: "Are you sure?" Right? ”

People just ask this question, and they already have the answer in their hearts - they don't trust you. As a psychology expert, Lin Xiyang knew this very well, she took a deep breath, tried not to show a displeased look, nodded and said, "I'm sure." ”

His eyes were fixed on Wang Yuqing on the other side of the glass, with a sturdy and strong torso, and an honest and simple face, this was a man in his early twenties, about the same age as Xiao Ning.

Why did he kill? A question rose in Xiao Ning's heart.

"Hey, what are you stunned about? Aren't you kid a consultant? Did you find anything? Zhou Qing had nothing to do, so he set his eyes on Xiao Ning.

"We were wrong, he was just hitchhiking......."