The fat man walked through the silent and deserted street and stopped in front of an ATM. The ATM is embedded in the building's façade, and the screen glows blue.

There is a white monitor mounted on the upper right side of the fuselage, and the lens of the monitor is tilted downwards to face his position.

On the street, the street lamps shimmered pale in the moonlight, but in her eyes it was simply dazzling.

She stood at the mouth of the alley, on the potholed stone pavement in front of her, her slender figure was infinitely elongated by the moonlight, and she looked lonely and lonely on the empty street.

Just as she was gasping for breath, a wide black shadow suddenly appeared, silently crawled up her back, and then enveloped her like a large black net.

The girl's pupils contracted sharply, apparently aware of what was going to happen, and her body instinctively wanted to run away from fear.

However, before she could make any movement, she was covered by a pair of rough and powerful hands, and before she could even shout, she was dragged back into the dark alley.

Faintly, she heard what seemed to be footsteps behind her, and although it was soft, it was still blown into her ears in the wind in the silence of the night.

Her nerves tensed, and her breath became rapid. She ran a few steps in fear, and the voice seemed to quicken her pace, and it followed her intermittently but never disappeared.

Finally, the girl mustered up the courage to stop her swift steps and quickly turned to look. The long alley was empty, and even the voice that had frightened her disappeared.

Wang Xingjian nodded to him gratefully, and then said solemnly: "Before I tell about these three disappearances, I want to make a point. Cases that are beyond the capacity of the police station will be sent to the criminal police team, and there is an extremely important reason why we are here in person today. We have been fooled by the murderers, so keep this matter a secret. We hope to catch him before the case is officially handed over to the criminal police team, otherwise it will be the most painful blow to the image of the city's public security in history. The woman in red was hunched on her back, like an old lady struggling to move forward.

Most of her face was obscured by a thick eiderdown hat and she wore a black mask around her mouth and nose. A thick brown scarf wraps around the neck.

The red duck down jacket hugged her body and hips tightly and reached her calves. But no matter how tightly she wrapped herself, her body couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind.

Faintly, she heard what seemed to be footsteps behind her, and although it was soft, it was still blown into her ears in the wind in the silence of the night.

Her nerves tensed, and her breath became rapid. She ran a few steps in fear, and the voice seemed to quicken her pace, and it followed her intermittently but never disappeared.

Finally, the girl mustered up the courage to stop her swift steps and quickly turned to look. The long alley was empty, and even the voice that had frightened her disappeared.

"Three disappearances." The woman in red kept picking up her pace. If she hadn't been wearing high heels, she would have been running.

Just now, she left the main road and turned into an alley with no street lights. It's a shortcut home, and she's been there countless times, even if she closes her eyes.

But now, her mentality has changed subtly. She kept turning her head to look behind her, and began to regret that she had walked in.

Since the case of the factory female corpse in S City, the city is like being infected with a plague, everyone is in danger, and the fear spreads to the depths of everyone's hearts as quickly as possible.

The murderer has not yet been caught, and no one knows if he will be the next victim, let alone a young and beautiful girl like her.