The wind was blowing in the streets, the beams of the street lamps shone on the ground, casting a heavy black shadow, and the thin little girl honestly squatted beside the black shadow, in such a night, she seemed to want to seek a little light, but seemed to be afraid of the black shadow, and was hesitating, when a gentle call suddenly sounded in her ears.

"The little nightingale is so well-behaved? Sure enough, I'm waiting for my brother in the same place. ”

Lin Fengmian had already come out of the western-style building, he was covered in blood, carrying a beautiful small box in his hand, and was looking at the little girl with a smile.

"Brother, brother?" The little girl asked timidly.

"Hmm." Lin Fengmian squatted down, touched the little girl's forehead, handed the box in his hand to her, and said softly, "Your ice cream has been found, just put it in the refrigerator." ”

“…… Yes, yes? The little nightingale took the box, her face delighted, and she seemed to be a little incomprehensible when she heard Lin Fengmian say that the ice cream had always been in place.

"That's right," Lin Fengmian said with a smile, "Maybe it was put up a little higher by my mother, and you can't see it, so I think it was taken away by someone, so ah, you have to eat more, grow up quickly, and this kind of thing won't happen again in the future." ”

The little nightingale quietly listened to Lin Fengmian's words, nodded obediently, and stopped talking, and at this moment, Lin Fengmian saw that her originally empty eyes also began to gradually change, and after a while, those bright and innocent big eyes appeared on her face again.

The last wish was fulfilled, and the knot was ...... Is it unraveled too?

Looking at this scene, Lin Fengmian's nose was a little sour, but he didn't show it, although the mission in the death illusion was over, the murderer of the little nightingale ...... He is still at large, and before he died, all the child was thinking about the ice cream that he couldn't eat.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he waited for the little nightingale to fully recover, and then touched her head and asked, "Yingying, my brother asked you, when you went to buy ice cream...... Do you remember who you met on the road? ”

"...... on the road?" The little nightingale fluttered his big eyes and looked at his brother suspiciously, as if he was reminiscing, but it seemed to ...... I can't think of anything.

"Hmm." Lin Fengmian was very patient, "For example...... Did you meet your dad? ”

"Meet ......" The little nightingale nodded ignorantly, and quickly shook her head again, "No, no ......"

"No?" Lin Fengmian blinked, he knew very well that when people encounter extreme fear, it is easy to selectively escape or forget, what happened to the little nightingale meets this condition, she can't remember...... It's also excusable.

After tossing for so long, he didn't get any key evidence, which is indeed a bit regrettable, but Lin Fengmian thought about it again, and he was able to free the little nightingale from the illusion of death...... In fact, it's a good thing, as for chasing the murderer, it doesn't matter if your own ability can't help you, and you can use the traditional way to hunt the murderer after you go out.

Thinking like this, Lin Fengmian was about to take out the lollipop in his mouth earlier, when the little nightingale squatting on the ground suddenly spoke.

“…… It seems、It seems to be the uncle who has always been polite...... You've been bowing politely......"

Well?

Hearing the little nightingale say this, the lollipop that Lin Fengmian had just brought to his mouth suddenly stopped, he frowned, and hurriedly asked, "What uncle?" Does the warbler remember what that uncle looked like? ”

The little girl shook her head and raised her eyes, "...... I—I don't remember, brother, I'm sorry......"

"Ah, it's okay," Lin Fengmian sighed, put the lollipop in his mouth, and looked at the dazzling light overflowing from the main entrance of the western-style building behind him, so he patted the little girl, "Go home, Dad went far away, and he will be alone in the future...... Just don't run around, okay? ”

"Hmm!" The little nightingale nodded, got up from the ground, hugged the ice cream box tightly in her arms, she glanced at the porter where the light was gradually blooming, and then looked back at Lin Fengmian.

"Thank you...... Brother. ”

At the same time, Lin Fengmian also bit the sweet lollipop in his mouth and crushed it.

"Quack!"

……

As time passed, Li Zhaozhen became more and more anxious, but because of the frosty appearance of the beautiful assistant on the side, he couldn't say anything, so he could only keep pacing back and forth in the corridor outside the morgue, and the sound of "kicking" footsteps was particularly harsh in the quiet environment.

"What are you doing here?"

The glued air was torn apart by a scolding, and the two turned their heads to look and found a familiar figure walking in the direction of the stairs.

Sheriff Zhang appeared at this point in time...... That's nothing, I must have come to the Li Bureau to ask for the autopsy report, but ......

"Ask you, what are you doing here?" Zhang Chaoran walked to the door of the morgue and saw the girl who appeared at the murder scene tonight, and immediately understood, he glanced at the paper note on the door, and repeated the question quietly.

"This ......" Li Zhaozhen was a little embarrassed, he didn't know what to say, third-order detectives have relevant rights, and there is no reason why Sergeant Zhang doesn't understand the current situation.

"Let's do an autopsy." Li Zhaozhen was still in Zhiwu, Hou Ange on the side opened her mouth, her tone was calm and cold, and it could be seen that because of Zhang Chaoran's previous attitude, Hou Ange had included it in his blacklist.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Chaoran was immediately furious when he heard this, and he scolded sharply, "Is the autopsy a mess with you detectives!" If you delay the golden time and can't solve the case, can you afford it! ”

"Squeak-"

Just as Zhang Chaoran was furious, the door of the morgue was suddenly pushed open from the inside, Lin Fengmian walked out with a tired face, he heard their noisy sound outside from afar, and when he went out of the door, Lin Fengmian was not verbose, and simply said to Zhang Chaoran, who was full of anger.

"Uncle, we're just here to help, I don't use the right to take over, don't be so excited, okay?"

"You ——!"

Ignoring the grumpy Sheriff Zhang, Lin Fengmian turned around and instructed Li Zhaozhen, who had a pig's liver-colored face, "The victim's autopsy report...... How long will it take you to be out? ”

Li Zhaozhen perked up and replied loudly: "Give me an hour!" ”

"Then let's go." Lin Fengmian waved his hand and staggered back to the bench, "We are all waiting for you here." ”