"Dressed in black, he looks quite ordinary, with a public face, doesn't greet people, and walks with his head down. But he's renting a house here, and I've never seen anyone live there. The middle-aged woman said.

"Okay, I see, thank you for your cooperation."

Because the security door on the outside floor was not easy to open, Song Xianzhang had to find the landlord's phone and ask him to come and open the door.

After a while, the landlord came over in a hurry, an old man in his fifties, who heard that the police were going to enter the door to investigate, but he was startled, for fear of causing something bad.

"Oh, Mr. Policeman, what the hell is going on?" The old man asked with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"Don't be afraid, we're just doing a routine investigation, because we can't find anyone inside, so please come and open the door, bring the key!"

"Bring it, I'll open the door for you." As he spoke, the old man stepped forward and opened the door.

The furnishings in the room are simple and messy, it seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time, there is no bedding on the bed in the room, just a bare flat plate, and in the bathroom, Song Xianzhang found clues.

The water in the bath was stained red with blood, and the blood-stained machetes were thrown on the white floor tiles, and this should be the scene of the murder. Calling someone from the city bureau to come and explore the scene, Song Xianzhang continued to search and found a small advertisement in the trash can in the living room.

It is printed with a model wearing a small red bandeau gown, with a plump figure and a flamboyant touch. It is written below that at six o'clock in the evening, a model fitting show for new autumn clothes will be held at the XX department store.

The same beautiful woman, the same red dress, and then thinking of the disappearance of the murderer, Song Xianxian had a guess in his heart.

"Liu Yi, you are waiting here for someone from the city bureau to come over, and I am going to do an urgent matter." After that, he didn't have to explain much and went out of the door.

"Hey, I'm going too." Meng Yimiao hurriedly followed.

After the two got into the car, Song Xianzhang increased the throttle and drove towards the department store, it was already half past six, and the murderer did not dare to start when there were many people, if the model left after the event, it would be bad, and he had to arrive before the end of the event.

Today is Friday's rush hour, the road is jammed with traffic, and when I finally arrived at the mall, the event has ended, and Song Xianzhang is busy looking for the person in charge of the event to ask about the situation.

"This is what we found from the agency, and after it was over, she left directly, and I don't know where she went!" The person in charge said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, thank you for your cooperation."

"What to do now, do you think the murderer will go after that model?" Meng Yimiao asked.

"Most likely, if only I could know her whereabouts, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"She should have left with the staff of the same company, and the person in charge must have contact information, so let's call and ask first."

Song Xianzhang nodded in agreement, and hurriedly dialed it after getting the number, and it didn't take long for the phone to be picked up, and a sweet female voice came from the microphone.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Miss Cui Xing, is she there?"

"Oh, I just sent her home, do you have anything to do with her?"

"I'm a police officer from the city bureau who is looking for her for something very important, she may be in danger now, can you tell me her address."

"Danger? You're not going to be a liar, you're trying to use this trick to catch girls! ”

Song Xianzhang was speechless, so he had to take the mobile phone to the person in charge and let him explain, but fortunately, there had been cooperation just now, and the person on the other end of the phone believed it a little and told Song Xianzhang the address.

Then there was another gust of lightning, Cui Xing's place was far away, and it was already half an hour later when he arrived at the place. After the elevator opened on the sixth floor, a man wearing a black dress and a mask walked over, and entered the elevator with his head down. Song Xianzhang suddenly remembered that the man's figure just now seemed familiar, and he was wearing black clothes and walking with his head bowed, which was also somewhat similar to the description of the middle-aged woman.

"Miao, you call the police first, and then go to the room to see the situation, I think the person just now may be the murderer, you must catch up and ask for clarification." After speaking, without waiting for Meng Yimiao to answer, Song Xianzhang quickly rushed down from the stairwell next to him, because there was only one elevator, and in order to catch up with that person as soon as possible, he had to take the stairs.

After Song Xianzhang left, Meng Yimiao did not call the police first, but came to the door of room 601 according to the address, and did not knock on the door, but made a phone call. After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a tall, handsome man appeared in front of her.

He also carried a machete in his hand and wore an apron with a large patch of blood stained on it.

"The cop is gone?"

"Hmm." Meng Yimiao nodded.

"Then come in first, I'm almost done."

On the floor of the living room of the house lay a woman, her hands tied behind her back, and her mouth covered with duct tape. One of her legs had been severed off and thrown aside, bleeding profusely, and the pain made her pale face squirm on the ground.

Meng Yimiao glanced at it and looked away, "Why don't you give him a good time." ”

"What's the matter, I've been messing with the police for a long time, and the eldest lady also has a charitable heart?"

"I just think it's neat, don't go anywhere else." Meng Yimiao said coldly.

"But I prefer it like this, I have to let the family know how I died!" The man said with a smile.

"Whatever you want, hurry up and end it, or it'll be too late."

"Don't worry, I'll get started." As he spoke, the man squatted down to the woman on the ground again with a knife, holding down? She writhed her body and slashed down. Throwing the head and thighs in place, the man picked up the half of his body with his arms and smiled in satisfaction. After packing it in a large garbage bag, he cleaned up the traces left by himself at the scene, and after making sure that there were no clues left, he said goodbye to Meng Yimiao.

"Then I'll go first, the eldest lady alone should be careful not to show any horses, and notify me quickly if there is a situation."

"Hurry up, you don't have to worry about these things." Meng Yimiao still responded with a cold face, but her hands were clasped tightly.

The man didn't speak, and went out with the bag in his hand. It wasn't until he had been gone for about twenty minutes that Meng Yimiao called the police.

Jiang Shi went to the underground parking lot, put the bag on the back seat, and drove away.

After a long time, the car drove away from the city, came to the door of a villa in the suburbs, took out the key to open the door and walked in.