"Mr. Fang, someone is looking for wow."

The landlady knocked on the door and shouted.

Fang Qingyang doesn't like to go out at night, because there are street lights on the road, and under the lights, his thin and pitiful shadow is really an anomaly.

In the first two days when he had just completely turned into Fang Qingyang, he had no shadow, because he himself was a shadow. Later, perhaps because he replaced Fang Qingyang, the real Fang Qingyang's face began to blur, no one could see him, and his shadow Fang Qingyang actually had a faint shadow, he was happy in his heart, thinking that he was really going to become a human being, no longer a fake shadow? But after several days, he was still a faint shadow. When he came back from the interview that day, Lao Chen complained to him all the way that the police officer was a bully and must be the murderer, and he came up with the idea that Lao Chen would go to the woman who testified against the police in private and ask, give him a few dollars, and maybe he could ask something.

"This case will definitely be suppressed, that person is the nephew of the police chief." Lao Chen sighed, "These powerful people. ”

He fought with Xiao Wu just now, Xiao Wu was young and strong, and it was the Wudang disciple who snatched his camera and slammed it to the ground.

"Don't try to get things done, I have a clear conscience."

Xiao Wu finally said.

Lao Chen is a literati, and he prides himself on his iron bones, and he really can't swallow this breath.

"I'm going to find the woman at night and ask about it." Lao Chen looked at Fang Qingyang, "Xiao Fang, you are also a person with a sense of justice, I hope you can help me." ”

The shadow Fang Qingyang saw the bloody murder scene for the first time, and for the first time felt the responsibility of the reporters, the reporters and the police fought for a while, and he was dumbfounded. A shadow who has never seen the world and stepped into the journey of life for the first time is stirred with the feeling that he must live well if he is born as a human being, and it is rare for someone to trust him so much, so he immediately agreed.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, he came to the place where he had made an appointment with Lao Chen to wait, and soon Lao Chen arrived.

The two of them walked together towards Furong Lane.

As he walked, Lao Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked back and forth, left and right, because it was late autumn, there was no one on the road at this time, the autumn wind was bleak, and Lao Chen couldn't help but shrink his neck.

That's when he finally realized that something was wrong: only his own shadow was under the street lamp. There was no shadow behind Fang Qingyang.

Lao Chen pulled Fang Zhengyang: "Wait a minute, stop first." ”

Fang Qingyang turned around and stared at Lao Chen, and when Lao Chen looked back, he knew that he must have revealed his flaws.

"Xiao Fang, why don't you have a shadow."

Lao Chen asked, pointing to the ground.

"How can there be such a thing, I studied physics in middle school, light refracts, who can not have a shadow?" Fang Qingyang smiled.

"No, Xiao Fang is so strange. I'm not a superstitious person, but things like you can really only be explained by magic, it's too amazing and incredible. ”

Lao Chen seemed to be talking to himself.

Fang Qingyang chuckled in his heart, he actually forgot about this stubble, and now he was grabbed by Lao Chen and said.

Lao Chen didn't show too much curiosity, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Maybe I'm dazzled, yes, as long as it's a person, there is a shadow."

Lao Chen was anxious to find the woman to understand the situation and continued to walk.

The more Fang Qingyang thought about it, the more worried he became, Lao Chen was in his forties, an old reporter, he was acting so indifferently now, did he want to grasp the evidence little by little and then achieve it overnight? Will he find someone to arrest me and unload me for research?

They walked into a small alley with no street lights, crossed the small street, and walked a little further to Furong Lane.

Fang Qingyang looked at the people around, the lights were dark around the alley, it seemed that the poor people had no money to sell lamp oil, so they went to bed early in the dark at night.

If you want to get rid of Lao Chen, this is the best time.

Fang Qingyang pulled out a knife from his briefcase, he thought that people's backs were full of bones that were not easy to pierce, so he stepped forward to stop Lao Chen in a few steps.

"Xiao Fang, don't make trouble." Lao Chen slapped him, and he stabbed the knife at Lao Chen.

Lao Chen's eyes widened and he muttered, "For...... What ......"

Fang Qingyang didn't answer him, and stirred it hard, Lao Chen fell to the ground with abdominal pain, Fang Qingyang recalled the scene of the little peach's death in the morning, and was ruthless, and cut it from the abdomen to the chest.

The hot, stinking smell of blood spread instantly.

This was the first time he had killed someone, and he even rubbed a knife on Lao Chen's clothes, and then he left with his briefcase.

"Mr. Fang, someone is looking for you." The landlady's knock at the door woke him up from the bloody scene, and he promised, "Come." ”

Fang Qingyang walked to the door, and a rickety figure turned out from the corner, and the old man in ragged clothes looked humble: "Sir, let's reward a few more." ”

There are no street lights in this small alley, and the residents are okay, and they are willing to spend money on electric lights, and with the faint light from the windows of others, Fang Qingyang recognized that it was the old man who swept the floor today.

"What are you going to do?"

"Sir, two dollars is not enough."

The old man held out his hand.

Fang Qingyang covered his nose and stood up: "Two yuan is enough for you to eat for a month, don't be too greedy." ”

"Two yuan can be eaten for a month, it depends on how to eat, Mr. can drink foreign coffee and eat foreigners' Western food, I also want to eat big fish and meat every day, it's not too much, sir."

The old man was still talking: "Sir is a person with a secret, and this secret can be sold for 200 yuan to make money, or I will try to go to the teahouse and tell everyone?" The old man smiled wickedly.

Fang Qingyang stared at the old man opposite, he thought it was really hateful, he actually provoked such a troublesome person.

"There is no such thing as a shadow, and some people may not believe it when they say it." The old man deliberately babbled.

"That's enough." Fang Qingyang roared, and the old man was startled, and his shoulders trembled.

He was angry, his voice was a little loud, the window of a household on the second floor was opened, and the landlord was wearing a hair curl on his head every day, looking down curiously, looking at Qingyang's eyes above, he was not worried at all, and beckoned to him: "Mr. Fang, don't be so angry, you have something to say." ”

Fang Qingyang said in a low voice: "Go forward, there is a street on Hawaii Road in front of you that is far enough away, where are you going to wait for me." ”“

He said, "Money is easy to discuss." ”

The old man left happily, and Fang Qingyang smashed his fist against the brick wall hatefully: Damn, this villain, when he found out my secret, he dared to threaten me, I don't know if I live or die.

After a while, Fang Qingyang changed into black clothes, quietly walked out of his room, and went straight to the street park, where the old man who swept the floor had already arrived first.

Fang Zhong Qingyang checked the terrain near the park and made sure that there were no others around, so he came out of the shadows and said in a low voice: "How much do you know?" “

"A lot, you know everything you have. The old man smiled triumphantly.

Fang Qingyang nodded and said indifferently, "Very good." “

The old man thought very well, and the later life was white and clean, which was a lot of money.

Fang Qingyang got closer and closer to the old man, and suddenly there was a flash of light, and the old man played with a headache, and when he got up, a sharp knife was inserted into his chest.