"The cup is broken...... "I scrambled to pick up the pieces," "my dad told me about Grimm's fairy tales, and about the dwarfs." In fact, it's all fake. My mom told me that although the story was fake, the emotions in it were true. ”

"Really?"

"I don't know, my dad keeps saying I'm a stupid kid."

The woman rearranged her toolbox: "You're not stupid, you're trusting others too much." ”

The sound of footsteps fading away, the sound of doors opening and closing. Moko's heart slumped to the ground, gasping for air, and the matter of "death" had never been so close to her, so that she could no longer deceive herself and pretend that her father had gone on a long trip.

The key to open the door, with a small red flower on it, was the first reward Wei Kexin received in kindergarten, and she excitedly pasted it on her father's key.

My father is dead, so how can the key on his body appear on her?

Wei Kexin's face changed instantly, her late maturity disappeared at this moment, she rushed to the iron door to lock the door from the inside, and moved two benches to block the entrance.

Then she called her mother and told her that she had just come in with a key.

Soon my mother and the police arrived, and everyone's faces were very bad - no one could have imagined that there would be such a progress in the case, if she was a kidnapper, she would take the victim's key and come to the victim's house a year later!

If she wasn't a kidnapper, how did she get the key and lock the corresponding address?

Not only that, but why did she come here on purpose?

Under the questioning of the police, Mo Kexin's legs went limp, and he sobbed and answered a series of questions: "I...... I saw her wearing a hat, but she couldn't see her face, face...... I was scared. But...... I could feel that she—" she was too young to have the word "elegant" in her vocabulary, so she racked her brains, "she was like a princess." ”

"Do you mean to say that she wears gorgeous clothes? Is it a skirt? ”

"No, she's dressed in dust."

Then he asked a lot more about the accent and what he said at the time, and suddenly there was a scream - it was the mother who was checking what was missing, and she pointed to the empty cabinet: "The necklace and passbook are gone!" ”

Immediately, the police who surveyed the scene came to check the fingerprints of the cabinet.

The leader was a policeman who seemed to be the leader of the task force, who looked to be in his fifties, and his hair was already white: "Is there a lot of money in the excerpt?" ”

"There are more than 30,000 in it."

"Monitor this account and report it as soon as there is any movement to withdraw money."

"Okay," said the policeman on the side, "Team Zheng, it seems that this group of people is here for money." …… The last time they committed the crime, they didn't get the money and were unwilling, so they took the key from the victim's body, and when the time was right, they found a way to find the victim's home and steal the property. ”

"But according to their usual style, why did they leave this child alive? And if this woman is one of the kidnappers, then why did she come alone, her accomplices? ”

The case is becoming more and more complex.

After this incident, Mo Kexin suddenly had a high fever that night, and his body temperature once reached 40 degrees, and he was rushed to the hospital. After that, she had a high fever for two days in a row, and it is said that she kept shouting "Daddy" in her sleep.

And when she was awake, she would constantly try to draw on the paper the woman she had seen that day, and she had never hated a person so much. She hated her and tore her life apart three times.

The first time was the death of my father; the second is the mother's self-blame; The third time is, she deludes herself into fantasies.

The mother quickly changed the locks, and two weeks later, they moved.

This time she didn't cry, and from then on, she began to do everything she could to investigate her father's death. In the investigation of several years, Wei Kexin deeply suspected that there was a very hidden serial murderer in Yanguang, and not "abducted and trafficked young people to black brick kilns" as the people believed.

When I woke up from the couch, it was almost afternoon. She got up and cooked a box of instant noodles while using her phone to check the local forum for new information. The forum isn't very active, with only forty to fifty members online all year round, and the only "moderator" is Wei Kexin - in fact, she created the entire forum.

The forum is called "Gazing at Evil", and members appear every day to discuss Yan Guang's case. But today is a little different, the hottest post is an anonymous unregistered IP who posted a post:

Landlord: "I can't restrain my desire to kill, and I've begun to prepare for this, what kind of object should I choose?" ”

First floor: Attract people's attention in this way and summon moderators to come and seal the post!

2nd Floor: Bench! Watch the excitement and eat melon seeds......

Third floor: Oh, show me a smile, the landlord will cut me if he has the ability.

Landlord: No. No. You don't understand. If you're going through the same situation as I do, you'll find it unbearable. I have to, pick, the right target.

Landlord: Why am I the only one who is suffering?

There are scolding people in the replies at the bottom.,Some said to call the police.,I can't use my authority to permanently ban the landlord and related IPs.,And published a bold new post.,"Mind" speech:This forum is not allowed to publish any posts involving wanting to commit crimes or other behaviors that harm others。

Soon the members came to show their support, and the noodles were ready, and she was relieved to eat them. With the help of her and her two volunteer administrators, "Gazing at Evil" has been running very well, with complete information and a lot of in-depth analysis posts, and the core members are usually the families of the victims of some cases. It is a place where they can express their thoughts and remembrances.

Renting a server is also an undesirable annual expense, but since the previous year, the cost of the server has been donated.

Li Nan hasn't been calling in the past few days, she doesn't have the heart to work part-time in a convenience store during the day, and give people tarot on the Internet at night, once she knows any clues, she will resign directly to investigate-anyway, the work of temporary workers is everywhere.

A week later, Li Nan called, there was some tiredness in her voice, maybe she was too busy with work on weekdays, and she didn't have the heart to visit Zhu Chuchu again.

To be more precise, I want to talk to Zhu Chuchu's husband.

"What's going on lately? It doesn't seem like you're resting too much to hear your voice. "Wei Kexin, like last time, went to Zhu Chuchu's house with Li Nan.

"It's too busy, a lot of things," Li Nan replied briefly, "I still care about some of the things Zhu Chuchu said last time." ”

"She's home now?"

"It shouldn't be there, it's a weekday." Li Nan specially asked the unit for half a day off.

"But he probably doesn't know anything, his legs...... Can't go anywhere. ”

Li Nan shrugged his shoulders: "We can't just listen to what Zhu Chuchu says, cross-corroboration is very important." ”

Zhu Chuchu's husband's state is completely different from what Wei Kexin expected. After hearing a knock on the door, it took a few moments for the door to open, revealing them a middle-aged man dressed in comfortable short sleeves and a gray-brown blanket over his legs. Compared to Zhu Chuchu's state, he doesn't look old, nor gloomy: "Hello...... But my wife is not at home now. ”