"Can you find out which family he is?"

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look at the computer records. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After a while, voices came back into the microphone.

"I checked, it's a resident on the seventh floor, it turns out that the family has moved away, and this man is renting a house."

"The seventh floor?" Song Xianzhang was stunned, didn't it happen to be upstairs in Liang Han's house? Some images crossed my mind, forming a line.

"I know, how did that murderer enter Liang Han's house!" Song Xianzhang slapped his head and suddenly realized.

"Oh? You've found some clues. ”

"It's not clear now, I'm going to go to the Qingming community again, if my guess is correct, then Liang Han's mother may also be in danger!" As Song Xianzhang spoke, he picked up the coat on the chair and ran out. Only Mo Yuan was left sitting alone in the conference room, with a black line on his face.

Not much to say, Song Xianzhang came to the Qingming community as fast as possible, and stood at the door of Liang Han's house after two hours, his hand when he knocked on the door was a little trembling, afraid of seeing the imagination in his mind become a reality.

knocked on the door for a long time, and even the neighbor next door opened the door, but Liang's mother still didn't respond, a bad premonition came to her heart, and without hesitation, Song Xianzhang kicked open the door and looked straight inside, but the person didn't move.

An eerie smiling face was placed on the floor behind the door, with bloodstained skin, as if to welcome the distinguished guest. Liang's mother's head was hung from the ceiling, her resentful pupils widened and swayed back and forth, blood falling on the ceiling one by one, and the bloody corpse lay aside.

The neighbors who were watching next to him let out a few screams and ran back to the house, but Song Xianzhang did not enter the door, but quickly ran up to the seventh floor and directly slammed open the door of 702. The room was empty, except for one bed, and there was no one in the room. There was a knife on the bed, and the bleeding blade stained the sheets red, and a note was pasted on the hilt: Oops, it seems to be late again, to make my plan a little more interesting, I'll give you a hint! Don't let me down! Below the note was written a big number twenty.

This damn murderer, Song Xianzhang punched the wall, his heart was extremely angry, but he calmed down after throwing his punch, this time he must rush in front of the murderer, and he must not let him succeed. He promised Liang's mother to find out the murderer of her daughter, and even if she died, this agreement would also be fulfilled.

But what exactly does "twenty" mean by this hint? Whether it's age, place, or time.

Calling someone from the police station to come and dispose of the body, Song Xianzhang returned to Liang Han's house, bypassed the body, and searched all corners of the room. When Mo Yuan and the others arrived, what they saw was Song Xianzhang standing on the kitchen cabinet, carefully uncovering the exhaust fan, revealing a hole, although the hole was not big, but if he was thin, he could still get out.

"Mo Yuan, come over and see if you can get through."

Mo Yuan compared the width of the cave and felt a little sure, so he climbed up as well, and he was able to get out smoothly. Above the entrance is the balcony of the seventh-floor resident, who only needs to climb the exposed pipe on the surface, and can climb up to the balcony with one force.

Mo Yuan went to the balcony and patted the dust on his body, and Song Xianzhang opened the door from the inside and let her pass.

"The murderer should have climbed to the sixth floor from here to kill someone, and then returned to the seventh floor and left in the open."

"It seems to have been planned for a long time!"

"This is left by the murderer, you see." As he spoke, Song Xianzhang handed the provocative note to Mo Yuan.

"Twenty? It doesn't mean time! ”

"I remember what we just discussed, guessing that it was an old grudge, maybe this twenty finger is something that happened twenty years ago."

"It's also possible, but I'll wait for Liu Bi to come back with the information, and I'll deal with the corpse first."

"Okay."

Two murders in one family on the same day, and they were brutal and bloody, quickly attracted the attention of the media, and the major news headlines were broadcast at the same time, and the tragedy spread quickly and quickly on all websites in the streets and alleys.

Countless netizens rushed to discuss, and a bunch of reporters surrounded the police station, hoping to grab first-hand information about the case.

At this time, Song Xianzhang was training in the director's office.

"There are four dead people here, why are there no clues at all?"

"Director, we're trying to investigate."

"Hmph, don't you see that the eyes of all walks of life are staring at us? I'm still trying to investigate, but I haven't seen any progress. ”

"I'm sorry, Director, I've already found a little bit of an eyebrow, and there will be progress soon."

"I don't care about these things, in short, you have to find the murderer as soon as possible and close the case."

"Yes."

"Hurry up and go out to investigate the case!"

"Yes, Director."

Song Xianxian, who walked all the way back to the office with a cold face, exuded a compelling air pressure. The colleagues around him hid far away when they saw him, for fear of being angry because of some trivial matter.

The people who returned to the office were still depressed, Lu Wu said that the souls of the deceased had disappeared inexplicably, and they could not be found at all, and Liu Qicha's information was still incomplete, and now they had to withstand the pressure of the media and the anger of the director. For so many years, Song Xianxian has never felt so angry.

When he was bored, the door opened, and a gorgeous figure walked in, it was Meng Yimiao, who he had only seen not long ago.

"Captain Song, we'll meet again." She smiled like a rose that had just bloomed.

"What's the matter?" Although Song Xianzhang was very annoyed, he was not good at attacking girls, and tried to talk to her in a steady tone.

"There's nothing special about it, it's just that I heard that you've been under a lot of pressure lately, so I stewed soft-shelled turtle soup for you and brought it over."

"Well, that's a bit embarrassing!" Song Xianxian noticed that she was carrying a two-layer wooden food box in her hand this time.

"It's okay, you see I brought it all, and if you don't drink it, it's a waste." As Meng Yimiao spoke, she opened the box, filled a bowl of soup and handed it over.

"Thank you Miss Meng for the soup, if it's okay, you better go back first, it's a little inconvenient here."

"You don't have to worry about me, I've already greeted your director, saying that he was helping you relieve pressure, and he has already agreed to let me come to see you."

Song Xianzhang only felt that the black thread on his head could be woven into a sweater. You can't use it like this if you have a background, and you can't be so obvious if you have a backstage! Girl, is it really okay for you to be so willful? There was no way, so he had to take the porcelain bowl handed over. Well, but the soup is pretty good.

"How can I help you?" Meng Yimiao asked tentatively.