A gray plastic bottle sits on the table, and employees are dipping something into it to smear on the back of the menu.

"It's paste!"

The smell he smelled in Zeng Dongming's house was paste, such a cheap but practical adhesive was definitely not used by a deep cleansing addict like Zeng Dongming, looking at his daily necessities, it was obviously expensive and of good quality, and there were no traces of other people's use at home.

This means that the user of the paste is likely to be the murderer!

"Do you suspect that Zeng Dongming's house is the scene of the first crime?" Lin Shengxi grasped the point of his words.

"I'll have to go to his house again tomorrow after seeing the doctor, I have a hunch that we will find out more." Xiang Jingxing showed his signature smile, a row of white teeth smiling brightly.

After loading the money that the clerk had retrieved, Lin Shengxi gave him a blank look, "You give me the cash first, do you really expect me to support you?" ”

"Okay, okay, let's go, I'm in a good mood, take the money." Xiang Jingxing smiled brighter and brighter.

This smile Lin Shengxi is very familiar, both of them have participated in the activities of the detective club before, and every time the puzzle set up by the president is seen through by him at a glance, he shows such an expression.

It's always a good start to come back, Lin thought.

Xiang Jingxing knew that he had to go to work the next day, and he still had important things to do, so he learned to be obedient, and took a shower and changed his clothes when he went home.

After taking a shower, Lin Shengxi had already laid the floor for him, and laid two layers of mattresses on the floor, and reached out to Jingxing and pressed the soft mattress.

"Little Xixi is so caring." After speaking, Xiang Jingxing pulled up the quilt and lay down, "Help me turn off the light again." ”

So justifiably calling the owner of the house, Lin Shengxi didn't even bother to complain, and turned off the lights with a bang.

Probably Xiang Jingxing's brain was used a little more today, so he got off the plane and got up early the next morning, and then he burned his brain all day, and it was impossible to say that he was not tired.

Vaguely, Xiang Jingxing seems to have returned to his youth.

At that time, he also liked to buy new sneakers, there were limited models to queue up early in the morning, he had to drag Lin Shengxi to go together, and he was no exception to the cooperation models on sale on this day, each store was limited to 100 pairs, and the door opened at ten o'clock, and he pulled Lin Shengxi out at eight o'clock.

The mall opened at nine o'clock, and the door was already full of people.

Xiang Jingxing excitedly told Lin Shengxi that the new model is really good-looking, and the blue and white color scheme is retro and trendy.

The color of the memory was a little yellow, Lin Shengxi's helpless and cooperative eyes were still clear, and he complained about something, and Xiang Jingxing couldn't hear it clearly.

As soon as the mall opened, Xiang Jingxing dragged Lin Shengxi in, and without even waiting for the vertical elevator, he ran straight to the end of the escalator.

The shoe store was on the fourth floor, but as soon as I went up to the women's clothing floor on the second floor, I heard a scream.

Xiang Jingxing smelled an abrupt aroma in the air, mixed with the aroma and a rancid smell, layer after layer, clear and not repeated, each with a strange smell filled his nose and his mind.

As soon as he turned around, he pulled Lin Shengxi and ran towards the place where the screams came from----

When Xiang Jingxing saw what was in front of him, he stopped.

The picture of the memory suddenly began to come alive, and he saw the "model" standing in the window.

It's a person, it's the smell of a person, but it's processed into the appearance of a model.

The picture began to become clear, the skirt of the model's corpse was yellow sunflowers, with a sea blue background, and the vibrant and bright skirt lined the corpse with a strange beauty.

The corpse was even scented with perfume, lively and fresh, as if everything had been carefully matched, and the girl seemed to be going on a sweet date.

The picture suddenly began to distort, he tried to reach out to restore the distorted picture, but he couldn't move, the wind blew in the mall, and newspapers floated down, overwhelmingly full of reports of unsolved cases, photos of female corpses, police officers, and responses from relevant departments were the headlines of the newspapers, and he couldn't catch them if he wanted to.