"Officer Bai, how do you know?" With a hoarse voice, Chen Ming asked.

"You don't care about it, just tell me if that's the case?" I can't explain it, I just rush.

After Chen Ming hesitated for a moment, he said: "Actually, about the appearance of the victim, our side is strictly confidential."

"However, you are right, the victim's face was indeed scratched, which was seen by some witnesses at the beginning, and Officer Bai knew that there was nothing strange."

"But heart problems, how do you know?"

"The victim's heart was all taken away, and it was very skillful, and we even locked the scope of the investigation on the doctor."

"Moreover, the major artery in the neck was severed, and the blood in the victim's body was almost drained, but the strange thing is that when we passed, although we could see blood stains on the ground, there was absolutely not much, very little, not at all like the major artery in the neck was severed."

"There is only one possibility, the murderer also took out the blood of the victim after killing the victim." Chen Ming said in a deep voice.

From Chen Ming's voice, I could feel a strong fear.

This method is really cruel, not only taking the victim's heart, but even taking the blood from the victim's body.

What does that murderer want to do?

Even I feel a little fluffy in my heart.

But in this way, I can basically be sure that this nightmare I had is absolutely inseparable from the homicide.

It's just that the information conveyed to me by those ghosts is too little, or that the information is hidden too deeply, and I haven't found it.

But even if I wanted to break my scalp, I couldn't think of anything else worth noting.

"Officer Bai, did you find anything?" Chen Ming asked on the other side of the phone.

Carrying the task force behind his back and exchanging news with us is already a rather unruly thing.

But in order to solve the case, Chen Ming couldn't care so much.

Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the boredom in my heart, and then said: "There are no clear clues for the time being, if there is anything found, I will tell you, and don't forget to inform me if there is any situation on your side."

After hanging up, I lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling above my head, and in a trance, the image of blood dripping from the ceiling appeared in my mind again.

Isn't it going on here?

A strange thought popped into my mind.

No way, I was walking upstairs before.

As a result, nothing was found except for the shopkeeper.

And the upstairs looked dirty, and the locks on the doors were rusty, and obviously hadn't been opened for a long time.

The only room that opened, at the end of the hallway, wasn't above mine at all.

These two things should have nothing to do with each other, right?

Nowadays, there are so many troubles that people can't stand it.

On the side of Bai Qi's tomb, there is no clue at all.

This serial murder case doesn't have any really useful clues.

I feel a little stuffy, and now this headless fly is scurrying, this feeling is really a little unpleasant.

The next day, my eyes were still a little sour, I didn't sleep well last night, and I was very sleepy.

It's Su Qingya's Nizi, who has no heart and lungs, and it seems that she has not been affected at all.

The next day, Su Qingya was still wearing the same white dress, and she didn't change her idea of bait at all.

Chen Ming met with us in private.

The connection between Chen Ming and us was only known to the team members that night, and no one else was clear.

Although Chen Ming wanted to tell his leader, when Chen Ming just mentioned whether it would be a ghost or something, he was immediately scolded by his boss for a bloody squirt, and then Chen Ming didn't dare to say anything, hiding this matter in his heart, only these people knew.

Thinking about it, if he hadn't witnessed that kind of picture with his own eyes, even Chen Ming wouldn't have believed this kind of thing, it was really too scary.

"Officer Bai, I've already investigated what you asked me to investigate." In a restaurant, Chen Ming had a treat, we were in a private room, Chen Ming handed over a paper bag in his hand, which was full of various documents.

"The boy who had an accident that year, his name was Zhao Quan, and he was seventeen years old when he died."

"That matter, we investigated it once, and it was really an accidental overboard, and it had nothing to do with the girl who was traveling with me at the time." Chen Ming said.

"Where's the girl?" I asked.

"Dead."

He's dead?

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