Shen Jiming circled around the pancake stall twice, took a closer look at the two Liu Qiangbing who were killed, and then turned his head to look around.

These two should have been killed just when they answered the phone, and the murderer should not have run far.

There are four roads at the intersection, and the back leads directly to Funan Street outside, where there is a lot of surveillance, although it is late at night, there are still more pedestrians and vehicles, so the first one is excluded.

The left side leads to the tannery community where he lives, and there is still surveillance at the entrance of the community, and there is also a security guard, so it is unlikely that the murderer will escape from there.

The road in front of you is Yulong Street, about more than 100 meters long, leading directly to the old tannery area that has long ceased production, which has been closed, with a large iron gate locked, and messy glass slag on the wall, it is not easy to turn over.

The road on the right is Yulong East Street, and the trees on both sides of the street are relatively large and dense, and all the way is an old community.

Shen Jiming didn't hesitate too much and chased after Yulong East Street.

Tap, tap, slippers make a clear sound in the silent late night.

Shen Jiming chased out nearly a hundred meters away in one go, but he didn't see anything.

Three things, Shen Jiming suddenly came to his senses, and the woman on the phone just now reminded to find the three things left by the murderer, which should be related to murder, maybe something like a murder weapon.

But what exactly are the three things?

Shen Jiming walked back slowly, carefully observing each other in the shade of a dark tree, and finally suddenly his heart moved, and a water guide tank on the side of the road appeared in his sight.

Originally, it was used for water seepage when it rained, but the lid on top was noticeably displaced, leaving a dark gap.

Shen Jiming rushed over in three or two steps, removed the lid and opened the flashlight of the mobile phone to shine it down, and sure enough, he saw a glove inside, he picked up the glove with a stick, and found that it was still stained with blood, but it was also covered with dust and all kinds of messy dirt.

"Whew~" Shen Jiming breathed a sigh of relief, threw the gloves in again, covered the lid as it was, and then stood up and watched left and right.

It was about sixty meters away from the scene of the crime, and the murderer dropped his gloves here, so the murder weapon might be nearby, so he walked forward again, and not far away, a few leaves and a branch fell on the road aroused his suspicions.

It's the beginning of September, and although it's early autumn, it's still the time when the vegetation is at its most lush, and it's impossible to lose leaves, let alone branches.

Shen Jiming picked up the branch and looked at it, the break was very neat, it seemed to be suddenly cut off by a sharp object, so he looked up at the tree, although by the light of the flashlight, but he still couldn't see anything, he had to take off his slippers and put the mobile phone in his mouth and began to climb up.

These ancient banyan trees are very thick, with a diameter of at least forty centimeters, and Shen Jiming grew up in the countryside and is no stranger to the activity of climbing trees, so after a few minutes he has climbed to a height of six or seven meters, and finally saw a sharp knife stuck in the trunk of the tree, and there are blood stains on the blade.

Shen Jiming used a lot of strength to pull out the sharp knife, and he felt palpitations at the strength of the murderer, maybe he just threw it up casually at that time, and it was inserted into it a full four centimeters deep, so this murderer may be a real practitioner.

It was the same, Shen Jiming jumped off the big tree to watch left and right, and walked all the way back to the pancake stall, but he didn't find anything else.

At this time, the blood on the ground had begun to coagulate, and it looked extremely terrible in the dim light.

Who exactly is going to kill this innocent couple?

And it was so cruel that both of them were almost killed with one sword.

According to the process of finding the dagger just now, Shen Jiming believed that the murderer should be a very strong man, who knew more about the human body or was a professional killer.

This situation is not like robbery at all, because the income of this couple who set up a stall for one night is only one or two hundred yuan at most, and it is not worth robbing at all, and it is even less worth killing people.

Vendetta, or is it love?

Shen Jiming's eyes suddenly fell on Liu Qiangbing's arm.

Half of the tattoo was exposed under the black T-shirt, and Shen Jiming turned up the sleeves of the T-shirt, revealing a bronze-colored Guding pattern on his biceps.

The tattoos are very beautiful, and at first glance they are not the shoddy ones found on roadside stalls.

A young migrant couple from the countryside who have to set up a night stall every day to earn money, why do they have such exquisite tattoo patterns on their bodies?

According to Shen Jiming's understanding, it is absolutely impossible to make this complex pattern without one or two thousand yuan to be tattooed so exquisitely.

The identity of this couple suddenly became strange in Shen Jiming's eyes.

After being stunned for a long time, Shen Jiming turned Liu Qiangbing over with a pounding heart, and found that his left hand was still tightly hooked on the road.

Shen Jiming pulled his hand away a few times before pulling it away, and even pulled off a brick.

The road built in the seventies and eighties of the last century is made of green brick sidewalk steps, and the bricks have been loosened and disappeared in many places.

And the artery on Liu Qiangbing's neck was stabbed with a knife, which was almost a fatal injury, and the immortals would instantly lose their sense of resistance, and he struggled to die not to cover his neck but to grab a brick, which was obviously not logical.

Could it be that there is something underneath?

Shen Jiming squatted down and took away the bricks stained with blood, and dug a few times in the collapsed sand, and by the light of the flashlight, a thing that shimmered with blue light was revealed.

A bronze button-like thing.

With a diameter of about two centimeters, the center is engraved with a pattern that looks like a Bagua charm, and it is also very beautifully made, looking like a beautiful classical handicraft.

This should be the last item.

Shen Jiming stood up and walked to the phone booth, picked up the microphone hanging in the air and put it to his ear, but there was a busy sound from inside.

"Jiming, you're good!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, Shen Jiming turned back in a panic, the dim yellow color in front of him had disappeared without a trace, the pancake stall was still parked on the side of the road, Liu Qiangbing was cleaning up the spatula, and Fang Mei was putting two wrapped pancake fruits into a plastic bag.

Shen Jiming suddenly felt cold all over, and there was sweat on his forehead that was constantly falling, he hung up the phone, only to find that there was no sharp knife in his hand, and there was no bronze button, but at the moment when he hung up the phone, he suddenly saw that there was an extra card in the gap between the top of the telephone and the phone booth.

He clearly remembered that he didn't have this card when he answered the phone just now.