At this time, Lu Zhixing, who was terrible, rarely hooked the corners of his lips because of Cheng Xiuyuan's memories.

Being cold to strangers is indeed something that their family's Xiaoyou can do.

The man stared at the quartz clock directly opposite, calculating the time of Xiaoyou's disappearance in his heart.

An MMS message suddenly popped up on the phone, and Xiao You on the picture closed his eyes and looked gloomy.

"Yes."

Lu Zhixing burst into a foul language, interrupting Cheng Xiuyuan's memories.

"How?"

"Xiaoyu has been kidnapped."

Lu Zhixing said as he cut off Cheng Xiuyuan's call, called up the unfamiliar number from the message, and said with a male voice that had changed his voice and laughed, "Lu Zhixing." ”

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man let out an eerie laugh, "You might as well listen to this audio first." ”

- "In the past three years, do you have any feelings for me?" ”

- "If we don't have feelings, how can we be together for so long?" ”

- "Didn't the media say that you and the surname Lu have been in love for seven years? ”

- "Those are all lies. ”

Hearing this, the man giggled again, "If the media knows, Lin Qingyao and his ex will secretly ......."

In northern Sichuan, in less than half a year, it has become a thorn in the other party's eyes and a thorn in the flesh, and the target range is not much.

"I have to listen to Xiaoyou say these words to me with my own ears." Lu Zhixing straightened his neckline with one hand, "After all, Your Excellency didn't use a real voice, I have the right to question, don't you?" ”

"Lu Zhixing." The man probably didn't expect Lu Zhixing to be annoyed and angry at the first time, and the tip of his nose snorted coldly, "Don't know what to do." ”

Then, the phone was hung up.

Lu Zhixing forwarded this number to Cheng Xiuyuan as soon as possible, "Track down the IP address." ”

Then he grabbed his coat and pushed the door open.

Twenty-four hours have passed, and now is the critical period for tracking.

Liu Sifan pushed the car door and shouted: "Boss." ”

"What's the matter?" Cheng Xiuyuan frowned, "Ah Yao is missing, this number will be handed over to the technical department, and I will know the location as soon as possible." ”

"But—"

Liu Sifan hesitated, and simply handed over the mobile phone to Cheng Xiuyuan.

"Team Cheng." Ding Yu's voice came out of the earpiece, "This morning, the masses of Qingzimen reported that a female corpse was found near the mouth of the old alley, and the murderer's modus operandi was extremely cruel. ”

"The above has already ordered us to seriously investigate the seven groups, stop all the things at hand, and deal with the case together with the last passerby."

Cheng Xiuyuan almost roared, gritted his teeth, and said to Ding Yu: "Who is in charge of Ayao's case now?" ”

"Mr. Lu has just come to the police station, and after the statement, Shen Ke of the second group was very interested, so he cut off his beard."

After the snow, it is a sunny day, but this sunny day, even the sunshine, is particularly dazzling.

The road conditions in northern Sichuan have been much smoother than yesterday, and after the fire brigade repaired the road conditions overnight, people seem to have forgotten that it was a blizzard last night.

Despite regret and helplessness, Cheng Xiuyuan and Liu Sifan pulled Yu Jiu and rushed to the scene of the crime in the old alley.

The informant is a sanitation worker surnamed Chen in his 40s, who is responsible for cleaning this area of the old alley, last night's blizzard, even if the police cleaned it overnight, but this winter snow melted into water, and after the cold wind blows, it is easy to freeze.

They are responsible for shoveling the ice to prevent people passing by from slipping.

Those who work in the sanitation industry get up early.

So when Master Chen saw someone sleeping on the road, he thought that it was the drunk girl who slept on the road last night, after all, this incident often happens.

"How do you know it's a girl?"

Cheng Xiuyuan hadn't seen the body yet, so he questioned Master Chen.

"Look at the clothes." Master Chen gestured with his hand, "If it's a boy, wouldn't it be too strange to wear a pink down jacket?" ”

"You continue."

Liu Sifan only thought that Cheng Xiuyuan deliberately found fault because he couldn't take over Lin Qingyao's affairs by himself, and motioned to Master Chen to continue.

"I just stretched out my hand and patted it, thinking about waking up the girl, how bad it would be if she got sick in the cold."

Recalling that scene in the early morning, Master Chen felt chills all over his body, "But when I pulled that person's body—"

Master Chen held his head and stared at his eyes in horror: "No head!" There's a bloody hole in the neck! ”

"What?!"

In the car, the screenwriter Yu jumped out of the car and shook Master Chen's words just now.

"Who let you out!"

Cheng Xiuyuan turned around and sprinkled negative emotions on Screenwriter Yu's body, "Your current suspicion has not been ruled out, and you are still the object of suspicion from the police." ”

"My Officer Cheng." Screenwriter Yu is like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, "You have been interrogating me all night, give me a chance to go to the toilet?" ”

Cheng Xiuyuan instructed Liu Sifan and continued to ask Master Chen to see if there was any other missing news.

Lin Qingyao's home lives at the mouth of the old alley.

So Cheng Xiuyuan was very familiar with this film, and soon took screenwriter Yu to the men's bathroom.

When Screenwriter Yu finished his handwriting, whistling contentedly, humming a little song, and washing his hands leisurely, he suddenly smelled a smell of blood rust, so he looked for the smell, and then sat down on the ground with a buttocks, because he was too frightened, and he couldn't say anything: "...... Person...... Head! ”

Cheng Xiuyuan, who was outside the toilet, hurriedly rushed in when he heard the sound, and screenwriter Yu plunged into Cheng Xiuyuan's arms, trembling in his mouth: "Cheng ...... Police officer...... Head ......"

Following the direction pointed by screenwriter Yu, Cheng Xiuyuan saw a dead woman, looking at herself, as if she was pouring out her grievances in life.

At this time, Liu Sifan had already made a record of Master Chen at the door of the men's toilet, and said to the inside: "Team Cheng." The deceased had his head cut off and has not yet been found—"

"I've found it."

Cheng Xiuyuan carried his head with one hand and opened the door: "Immediately hand it over to the forensic comrades who rushed to the scene, and immediately retrieve the suspect's DNA information." ”

Although it was not the first time to go out on fieldwork, when he saw the woman's head, Liu Sifan still couldn't hold back and vomited on the spot.

“...... Su ......" the screenwriter Yu behind him said intermittently, "...... Su He ......"

"What?"

Cheng Xiuyuan put the woman's head in front of Screenwriter Yu again, "Do you know the deceased?" ”

Screenwriter Yu tightened his face and nodded tremblingly, "...... A former colleague from a magazine ......"

"Colleague?"

Cheng Xiuyuan's eyes are much deeper, and the more complicated the case, the easier it is for him to arouse his excitement.

The other hand, which had not touched his head, pinched his pantothenic neck, "It seems that you have a lot to do with the two women who were killed." ”

Screenwriter Yu simply stopped hiding it, and told the truth: "...... Ex-girlfriend ......"

Liu Sifan had almost vomited on his side, holding his head, and trotted all the way to the forensic doctor.

Cheng Xiuyuan and screenwriter Yu, one after the other, walked out of the men's toilet and called out coldly in the back: "Yu Jiu." ”

"Huh?"

"If you're not a murderer, you're a little Conan possessed."