"your friend?"
After a while, Xie Qingcheng hung up the phone and went into the house. He Yu asked.
Xie Qingcheng didn't plan to explain much to He Yu. It is estimated that Mr. He Yu forgot too much, and he forgot about Chen Wan, who was a meal, so he simply said: "That's it."
"He said he was coming over just after work."
"I didn't allow it."
Xie Qingcheng sent Chen slow and brought the cooked noodles out of the kitchen. When he was busy, Young Master He watched like an uncle beside him, and didn't mean to go up to help. He only knew to ask about Chen slow.
"Why did he take the initiative to find you?"
"They said they were friends."
"You're pretty young, how old are you?"
"about the same as you."
"Professor Xie has made many friends." He Yu said, "Don't you have a generation gap?"
"… "
Xie Qingcheng felt that he was inexplicable, put down his chopsticks with a snap, and his eyes became cold: "You Galaxy Police? Ask so wide, what does my social circle have to do with you."
He Yu was speechless.
He really didn't have much to say, and after regaining his senses, he really felt that he was nervous, and he cared about what he was doing.
Xie Qingcheng pushed a bowl of noodles covered with poached eggs in front of He Yu.
"Eat your food, I'll go and call your dad."
At this moment.
In an office in a teaching building of Shanghai University, Zhang Yong curled up in the dark corner of the office, the door of the office was closed.
Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead. He took the sweat towel to wipe it, but the sweat towel was already soaked, and the water could almost be squeezed out.
His piggy mung bean eyes have been staring at the direction of the iron gate, which is the only entrance for outsiders to come in. He has been staring at it for a long time, and when the photo of Wang Jiankang's body was exposed, he knew that the next one was himself.
After all, he also designed and participated in the biological experiments that were taken to Chengkang Mental Hospital, and possessed those women who had lost their normal consciousness, which also became a conventional power-sex deal for these men when they talked about big things.
There are also beautiful women in the mental hospital, some are even students from Shanghai University who were tricked into them for treatment. They are well-behaved and obedient, can arouse many men's lust for abuse, and are very safe.
Not many people will pay attention to their spiritual world and take their words seriously. Some women are tortured crazy, or even forgetful. Looking back, they can forget everything they have done to her.
It doesn't matter if you are pregnant. They and Liang Jicheng have been partners for many years. Liang Jicheng knows how to deal with it. He knows how to find those stern researchers to deal with the "criminal evidence".
But…
But all this was not what he wanted to do in the first place!
It was obviously the old senior who instigated him, tempted him with huge benefits and sex/resources, and asked him to do things for him, saying that everyone was brothers on the same boat, and if something happened, they could go together.
After the Chengkang Mental Hospital was burnt to the ground, the man comforted them, saying that they had all been dealt with, and at most the level of Liang Jicheng was found.
But Wang Jiankang suddenly died tragically.
His and one other brother's surnames were also featured on the killing video, followed by hints of the horrific handkerchief throwing game.
When Zhang Yong saw the Radio and Television Tower, he had just come out of the teaching building. He was so frightened that he lost his soul and spirit in an instant, while running wildly without a clue, he called "that person" in panic and without thinking.
The phone is on. The sound of soothing music was very pleasant, and there was also the faint voice of a foreign masseuse asking for strength.
Their lives will be lost.
That person is still doing spa.
"Hey...hey!" Zhang Yong's eyes were splitting, he hated and feared. He lowered his voice but couldn't suppress his anger, let alone his fear.
"Hey!!"
"Oh." The other party smiled, "Director Zhang. It's so late, what's the matter if you don't sleep?"
Zhang Qiang's cerebral blood vessels were about to collapse, and his voice became very distorted: "What are you pretending! Wang Jiankang is dead! He is dead!! You said that Chengkang's hygiene has been cleaned up, let's not worry, now it counts What's going on!! Say it!"
"Well... it's comfortable, work harder on the shoulder side." The man and the masseuse said a few words in English, and then slowly said to Zhang Yong, "Brother, Chengkang's hygiene is cleaned up. But the dog's side If you do not want to let anyone go, you have to smell the blood on the ground, and you smell our door, so what should you do?"
"I don't care! You should find a way! You take the most benefits, you... "
But the other party interrupted him with a smile: "Director Zhang, things in this world are often unfair. You are also an adult, why don't you understand the truth?"
Zhang Yong was sweating profusely. He stared at the phone, knowing that that person would not help him any more, and would even harm him.
Seeking skin with a tiger is often the result.
Zhang Yong looked up at the blood-red TV tower. Like waking up from a dream, he threw the cell phone that could track the signal into the bushes, and then ran towards the teaching building.
Now, he is huddled in one of the offices.
There are so many buildings in Shanghai University. If you add up the offices and classrooms, there are 1,000 if not 10,000.
He hid inside and took off the smart watch with the positioning function, it should be safe. As long as he avoids tonight, he will turn himself in.
He has thought about it, he can no longer take chances, he may get a commutation of his sentence by surrendering himself, and he will not end up with the result of being strangled to death while naked/naked like Wang Jiankang...
Thinking of Wang Jiankang's death method, Zhang Yong shuddered again, he swallowed hard, Jiang Lanpei's figure seemed to be shaking in front of his eyes, and the female ghost in red clothes and red shoes was about to come and take him away.
"Bah!" He shivered, giving himself a little courage in a low voice, "Bah ah! What are you thinking, there are no ghosts! There are no ghosts in this world!"
But as if to overthrow his statement, suddenly—
A woman's chuckle sounded in this enclosed space: "Hee hee..."
Zhang Yong jumped up in fright, his facial features deformed: "Who! Who?!!"
There was no sound again.
As if the slight smile just now was an illusion he had produced.
Zhang Yong's fat and sweaty back was clinging to the cold wall. The office he chose specially had only doors and no windows! The office is so small that it doesn't even have a cabinet to hide people! Where did this sound come from? Zhang Yong's whole body was soaked with sweat, like a live fish caught from the water, and his heart was about to pop out of his mouth.
Then, like a killing game, there must be a ritualistic part.
The singing sounded again.
"Throw it... lose it... throw the handkerchief... put it gently behind the child, don't tell him..."
But he no longer has a cell phone!
Where did this flat electronic sound come from? Where is the cell phone? With a glimmer of hope, he consoled himself—did someone forget their phone in this office
Zhang Yong could hardly stand up, struggling to tell the direction of the sound.
Slowly, following the singing, he moved those bulging eyes like bullfrogs upwards, towards the ceiling... Above his head...
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Zhang Yong let out a scream that could be heard in the entire teaching building—
It's the air conditioner inspection port! ! !
The air conditioning inspection port was opened at some point! A woman with red clothes and black hair was looking down at him coldly from the overhead floor, and then smiled faintly at him.
Zhang Yong originally had underlying cardiovascular disease, but now his face turned pale, his lips quickly turned blue, and his thick chest with the amulet on it was heaving violently, and suddenly—
Zhang Yong didn't take a breath, he covered his heart, took two steps back, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The ceilings of the teaching building are all keel ceilings, and there is a lot of space on them. In the past, students were accustomed to cats and mice running around on them. Realize that there is enough space up there for a living person to crawl.
The woman opened the inspection hatch and jumped out of it, holding a sharp knife with a cold light in her hand...
"You... it's you...!"
In the extreme panic, Zhang Yong could still see the woman's face clearly - a very coquettish face, closed the moon and shy of flowers, and it was indescribably charming. But at this moment, in his eyes, it is like a ghost crawling out of hell!
Jiang Liping! !
It's Jiang Liping! ! !
"Since you have seen me, you will definitely not be alive today." Jiang Liping approached him with a smile, "How do you want to die? Knives? Guns? They are all very happy ways to die..."
"You, you are their person?! You, you are not just a broken shoe, you are still... You are still their person!!"
"Yes, I am theirs." Jiang Liping smiled sweetly, "otherwise, why do you think I am willing to hang in the midst of you rotten greasy old men all day long?"
Zhang Yong stepped back... Back... He clutched his heart, staggered on his knees and moved back, out of the corner of his eye glanced at the iron gate behind—then—
"boom!"
The strength that he burst out from nowhere, perhaps the desire to survive in his bones, made him run wild like a wild animal, slammed the door hard and ran out.
Jiang Liping's eyes darkened.
Does he run
Running doesn't matter.
The surrounding area is already full of murderous intentions, and he is just changing the way of death.
She knew that she didn't have to catch up with this man who was almost half-crazy, not to mention she couldn't chase him out, there were police outside, otherwise why would she have to pass through the overhead floor of the ceiling through the keel ceiling
"Boss, Zhang Yong ran out of Classroom 4406." Jiang Liping whispered with a special contact microphone sticking to Zhu's lips, "Direction of exit 3. I will take exit 6 and ask someone you support to pick me up."
Zhang Yong escaped from the teaching building bastardized. His screams and movements attracted the attention of the police, and the police and police cars quickly approached in his direction.
Zhang Yong never imagined that one day, the siren that he would be afraid of in his dreams would become God's redemption song. There's a murderer in the building...!!"
He ran out of breath, the amulet on his chest flickered, Zhang Yong had not noticed the dim light of the electronic signal flashing in a small hole in the amulet...
Feeling a loss in my heart, I ask God to worship Buddha, what is it that I worship
I'm afraid it's a ghost.
Your accomplice’s plan has already been laid out, and the moment you kneel down and pray to God, there will be a pair of eyes looking at you from behind, seeing your weakness and hesitation.
That's organizational rotten flesh, and sooner or later it's going to be weeded out.
"help me... help..."
"Help!!!!"
The policemen who were guarding the circle heard his screams and immediately ran towards him in full gear.
Zhang Yong's eyes flashed fiercely. He almost exhausted his strength to run towards the police, like a drowning man trying to swim to the shore in a storm—
He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die...
Soon…
immediately…
He could already see the nervous and determined look of the police officer who was closest to him, and he wept and stretched out his hand to them...
"Help me, I said, I said everything, I—"
"boom!!!"
An eerie bang!
The outpouring of secrets came to an abrupt end.
A dead silence.
Zhang Yong was running across the fork and was about to meet the police when a school cafeteria refrigerated truck parked on the side of the fork suddenly made a terrifying engine roar, and then dashed towards Zhang Yong who was about to surrender himself!
Everyone had to stop abruptly in an instant, watching as Zhang Yong was hit by the car and bounced off the wall in an instant!
The sound of a click was the sound of a shattered skull, blood spattered on the ground, Zhang Yong had already swallowed his breath before landing, and his fat body was heavily planted on the ground. The truck, with its headlights on, ran over again at the corpse on the ground, crushing half of Zhang Yong's body in an instant...
"Team Zheng!"
After a few horrific silences.
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed policeman shouted, his voice slightly distorted due to the huge stimulation in a short period of time: "Look! There is no one in the driver's seat of that car! It's a driverless car! The car is moving by itself!! !!"
Zheng Jingfeng, who was in charge of this sudden case, was an old criminal policeman. He was nearby. He happened to see the scene where Zhang Yong was killed. Seeing this scene, the old criminal policeman suddenly thought of something. A certain case seemed to repeat itself in front of me, and the tragic scene flashed suddenly, Zheng Jingfeng's expression changed suddenly!
He shouted at everyone: "Get down! Get down!!"
Boom! !
The explosion sounded at almost the same time, and a burst of fire suddenly erupted from the empty driver's seat of the refrigerated truck, and then the entire front part of the car was wrapped in the blasting flames...
Zheng Jingfeng got up from the ground with a cough, panting to look at the half-burning steel machine, the unmanned vehicle, the cab that ignited spontaneously after hitting someone, the half-crushed corpse on the ground... It became very, very ugly in the bright fire...
He seems to be back to that day nineteen years ago...
The situation in front of him was almost exactly the same as that day.
The only difference is that at that time, the two of his comrades, a husband and wife, were lying under the wheel.
—
Xie Ping, Zhou Muying.
"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently, behind the child, don't tell him..."
The second marked, died.
The soft and treacherous nursery rhymes reverberated over the campus of Shanghai University through countless electronic mobile devices.
The entire campus is like a giant's stomach. After a few seconds of silence, it tumbling up and down. The exclamations and shouts from thousands of teachers and students, like a sonic earthquake, hit the ears and rumbled muffled.
Countless heads drooped down, staring at the phone screen in horror.
The handkerchief-throwing electronic villain behind the letter Z also stopped, the electronic girl grabbed the electronic boy, the boy fell to the ground, a bright red handkerchief was behind him, and the electronic fire burned from the little boy.
After a few seconds, the murder video changed its appearance again—
It's another photo, shot overhead and stretched from the far lens.
In the photo, the fire was burning, swallowing the front of the refrigerated truck. Zhang Yong's body fell in front of the burning monster, and half of his body had been crushed into paste...
"Someone was killed again!"
"I know him! Zhang Yong!! Director of the school's foreign exchange office!"
"Z is Zhang Yong..."
This scene was reflected in tens of thousands of eyes through the projection screen, one of which was a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes, which were wide open at the moment, watching this scene in disbelief—
Xie Qingcheng froze.
The blood became extremely cold in an instant.
He never dared to believe that today, this day, in this video serial murder case, he saw the same... The car exploded and burned after it automatically hit a person.
He seemed to be suddenly strangled by an invisible hand, and was slammed into a thick darkness. At this moment, the photo of Zhang Yong's death in the video overlapped with his lingering nightmare. .
That nightmare that lasted nineteen years...
The answer that he could never find, and could only give up in the end...
Xie Qing's blood-cold hand didn't hold the cup, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered! !
"Xie Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?" He Yu noticed that the mood of the people around him was wrong, and Xie Qingcheng's state was completely different from when they saw the first photo.
When Wang Jiankang was killed, Xie Qingcheng treated him like a normal person. He sees, analyzes, obeys the police's request, returns to the dormitory, what should be done and what should not be done, he has very clear boundaries.
But as soon as this photo of Zhang Yong came out, Xie Qingcheng ignored He Yu and didn't even say a word of analysis. He held his mobile phone, thought for a while with a pale face, made a call, and went straight to Xie Xue's bedroom, in front of He Yu. Yu closed the door.
He Yu only had time to hear him and the person answering the phone say, "Team Zheng, it's me..."