The people in the room focused on Lin Dongxue's face again. Lin Dongxue recalled the clothing of the security guard at the mall and asked, "Does he wear a hat? Does he have epaulettes on his shoulders?"
"Without a hat, the clothes look like a policeman."
"That should be a security guard!"
"I thought the security guard was also a kind of police..." Jiang Ming muttered.
Lin Dongxue immediately went out and called, asked the team members to go to the mall as soon as possible, and controlled the security. She arrived afterwards.
In addition, I called Lin Qiupu to explain the situation. Lin Qiupu was silent for a few seconds and said: "Pick the little boy to start, this may be a wanted criminal across the province!"
There was a loud cry from the room. It was the stepmother. She cried and said, "Huihui, I always knew you were a good boy. I blamed me for not being good enough to you!"
Grandma is also wiping tears.
The head teacher standing at the door rubbed his eyes and said: "Jiang Hui is a brave and responsible student. I will tell the school about her heroic deeds. No, tell the newspaper!"
Lin Dongxue said nothing, and left.
Walking downstairs, there was a sound of throwing things upstairs, and Jiang Ming was yelling: "Enough, don't pretend, you never treated her well when my sister was alive!"
There was a bang bang bang in the corridor, Jiang Ming rushed out without his jacket, and Lin Dongxue stopped him: "Where are you going?"
Jiang Ming stopped: "I don't know."
"There may be bad guys out there, don't run around, okay? We still need your assistance in solving the case."
Jiang Ming nodded, "You know everything about my sister, right?"
"I know."
"Don't believe what they say. They have never had a good day with my sister. My mother gave me the best things since she was a child. The bad, rotten, and rotten things were given to my sister. As long as grandparents were not at home, she would use it awkwardly. I scolded my sister and told her to die. I heard my sister crying in the house more than once. I was sad, but I couldn't do anything for my sister. Sometimes I felt that I owed her because I came into this world. She was in such a painful life."
"You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault!"
"My father is rubbish!" Jiang Ming burst into tears, "I hate them! I feel sick when I see them posing now!"
Lin Dongxue felt sad for a while, hugged him, and said: "Everyone can't choose their own parents, but you will grow up soon, so cherish the life your sister has exchanged for you!"
Jiang Ming cried and nodded, "Will you catch the bad guys?"
"I caught it and I was the first to tell you."
When Lin Dongxue came to the mall, the police had called all the security guards and asked them for evidence of their alibi. A security guard said that he was ill that day and left first. The clothes were left in the locker room. The next day they were found to have been stolen. He bought a new set of himself.
Lin Dongxue's cell phone rang. It was a wanted order from Lin Qiupu. The man was called Lao Hei. He was a serial killer specializing in picking up little boys. He committed two crimes in other provinces. Recently, intelligence showed that he appeared in Long'an City.
Subsequent investigations showed that the suspect was most likely this person. In order to prevent the second victim from appearing in Long'an City, Lin Qiupu sent more people to the task force to arrest the old man.
Everyone has entered a state of spinning around day and night.
Three days later, near a certain elementary school, a pair of greedy eyes hiding behind a bush stared at the little boy after school. The stalker held an old-fashioned camera in his hand and took a picture from time to time.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
The uncle turned his head abruptly and saw a boy with a large smile on his face, his face was sickly pale, his delicate skin and delicate features aroused the interest of the old black, and his swarthy face was smiling: "Pick up my son from school, by the way Take a picture of a butterfly for fun."
With that said, he took a picture of the boy.
"Discuss something, I don't have the money to go online, can I borrow two money?"
"Why are you paying me back?"
"How do you want me to pay it back?"
Capturing the provocative meaning in the words, the uncle reached out to touch the other's hand and said, "Play with me!"
"Yo!" The boy drew his hand, "So it's so good? Uncle is very fashionable! Okay! How about 500 yuan a night?"
"I'm going, you won't be a seller, are you?"
"Fuck you MB!"
"Swear me a few more words, I love to listen." The uncle squinted.
"You bastard! Where are you going to play?"
"There is a public toilet nearby, close the cubicle, no one sees it."
"MMP's, I can play!"
The uncle was very happy. He didn't expect to have an affair. On the way, he didn't eat young tofu less. He touched his tight buttocks and said, "I used to have a boyfriend who was as old as you. No, maybe a little bit smaller."
"How did you divide it later?"
"No point, I killed him."
"real or fake?"
"Haha, do you really believe it?"
When they came to the public toilet, there was no one inside. The two of them entered the cubicle. The uncle was so excited that he was already tied up, and couldn't wait to get started. The other party grabbed his hair and ran it around the back. The roots of his hair hurt a bit, but he didn't. mind.
"So you like..."
Before he finished speaking, his head was smashed heavily on the toilet box. He couldn't imagine that a skinny monkey-like teenager would have such strength.
The other party hit him again and again, causing him to be in a trance, his eyes were already blood red, and he was slumped on the toilet like a dead pig.
In his blood-red vision, he saw that the opponent was baking a triangle-shaped iron sheet with a lighter, and his face illuminated by the fire sneered: "There can only be one serial killer here. One mountain can't tolerate two tigers, understand?"
The hot iron pressed against his neck, but he wanted to scream but couldn't scream because his mouth was covered.
Afterwards, a sharp object pierced in from the back and penetrated the lung lobes. The uncle's eyes stared as if he was about to squeeze out of his eye sockets, and blood continued to flow out from the gap between the fingers of the opponent's mouth.
"You die by yourself, come here! I won't spare anyone who steals my limelight!" The boy took out the film from the camera, lit it with a lighter, and threw it on the back of the uncle who was slowly not breathing.
The body of Lao Hei was found in a public toilet near a certain elementary school, and was immediately sent to the Public Security Bureau. Lin Qiupu and Lin Dongxue came after hearing the news. Peng Sijue had not yet started the autopsy. He pointed to the triangular mark on the deceased’s neck and said, “The shameful imprint, yes. That man did it!"
"He... How could he kill other criminals? Could it be that the old black offended him?" Lin Dongxue was very surprised.
"Do you know about Zhou Xiao's case?" Lin Qiupu said, "This guy has no fixed goal in killing people. Powerful homicides, gangster women, and ordinary citizens."
Peng Sijue said: "A psychologist had profiled him before. He was an immature murderer with unstable personality. For him, killing is a challenge, just like a game."
"Since three years, I don't know which people he is targeting now!" Lin Qiupu has a headache. The most troublesome serial killer has returned, but there is no Song Lang now.
What if there is Song Lang, isn't even Song Lang harmed by him