That's right, wool.
In addition to pulling wool, Fangzheng searched the vocabulary in his mind, but couldn't find a more appropriate adjective for a while.
He never thought that such a day would come,
It's so easy to get gray and white aura.
Within a minute, three wisps of gray and white air were gathered from the wool.
Fangzheng was still trying to understand the situation before him, when a panicked voice sounded.
"Comrade police, this is the place! This is the place! Yesterday I followed that poor little girl, and she entered this house!"
He pointed to the closed door of the little girl's house in front of Fang.
This is an aunt in her fifties, her face is covered with wind and frost, and her clothes and shoes are covered with a little wrinkled dirt.
Through the conversation between the other party and the police, Fang Zheng finally figured out the outline of the matter in front of him.
It turned out that the aunt called the police.
This aunt is a wholesaler of fresh vegetables in the farmer's market. Yesterday she experienced the same experience as Fang Zheng.
But she was lucky. When she bumped into those people who behaved strangely in the corridor, she was horrified to find that these people were like transparent people who could pass through her body. She was frightened and ran out of the apartment building on the spot. Then, after being frightened for two days, I only remembered to call the police today.
Fangzheng can also roughly guess the subsequent plot, and the supernatural events happening here will inevitably attract the attention of the authorities.
Then call the police.
Find the dead again.
Pull the cordon.
Block off apartment buildings.
Then check the situation of each household one by one.
Until, all the focus is directed to the little girl's home!
Seeing the little girl's house with the door closed all the time, Fangzheng couldn't bear to sigh softly. In fact, Fangzheng had already seen that the little girl was dead from the beginning of the morning.
All he saw was a ghost.
At the same time, he also figured out everything he saw in the apartment building. Those were the happy memories of the little girl at the last moment of her life, the harmonious neighbors, uncles and aunts, the kind and kind Grandma Xu, who wanted to take care of the sick with a baby voice. mother...
It's just, why... this time, I was surprisingly angry and unwilling!
Fangzheng remembered Tang Buyu's "First Prayer".
There are countless prayers in the world, but none are as good as
A prayer from my four year old daughter,
so selfless and kind,
She knelt, to that in the smoke
Avalokitesvara with slightly closed eyes said:
Bodhisattva, I wish you good health.
…
Fangzheng clenched his fists tightly.
He couldn't imagine, and didn't dare to think deeply,
This timid, cowardly, pitiful, distressed, kind-hearted little girl who knows how to bow to every kind helper at a young age,
In the last moments of life,
What kind of pain did you go through.
She's so kind, so innocent...
Anger is like boiling flames pouring into the blood of the whole body above, one by one, scorching hot like magma.
I'm going to fuck! !
Fangzheng was angry.
Looking at the corpses carried out one after another, one can imagine that every family will sink into grief. Ordinary people's lives are like weeds in front of these ghosts.
When Fangzheng followed other evacuated residents and was taken out of the apartment building by the police, boom! His sharp senses after cultivation immediately sensed several strong energy fluctuations in the apartment building behind him like a blazing torch in the night.
It's from the Supernatural Investigation Bureau!
Fangzheng immediately thought of the cold man in sunglasses and the name he was talking about.
Fangzheng didn't know exactly what the outcome of that battle was. As soon as he was taken out of the apartment building by the police, he got into a police car and was taken directly to the police station for a record.
However, when getting into the police car, among the watching crowd outside the cordon, Fang Zheng accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, which turned out to be Butcher Zhang from the farmer's market.
Fangzheng is not a prisoner, but is assisting in the investigation, so the police are full of kindness to him, and even order him a takeaway udon noodle for free, fearing that Fangzheng will be hungry in the morning.
When the transcript was about to be finished, a policewoman walked in from outside the interrogation room.
The sound of footsteps was sonorous and powerful, and their bodies were heroic, but when they saw each other, both of them were obviously taken aback.
"It's you!"
"How could it be you!"
It turned out to be Fang Zheng's new female neighbor who just moved here for half a month. But speaking of it, Fang Zheng still doesn't know the name of this new neighbor.
Since moving to the next door, it seems that the police station has a lot of cases every day, has been busy working overtime, and rarely meets in the community.
"I didn't expect to meet you in this place." Fang Zheng chatted awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Meeting acquaintances in the interrogation room of the police station always made him feel that something was wrong with the style of painting.
"You didn't meet me here, did you meet me in other places?" The other party pointed to the police uniform on his body, with obvious meaning.
It's just that the expression is a little cold, with a meticulous seriousness, and at the same time, his eyes are looking up and down, his sharp eyes seem to be able to see through all the secrets of people.
Next, Fangzheng finally knew the other party's name for the first time, Wei Youran.
It's quite bookish.
But why do you feel that the style of painting is not right
The first time I knew the name of my female neighbor was actually in the interrogation room of the police station, hiss, the back of the teeth is really cold.
Wei Youran's reason for coming was very simple, she was carrying a few pieces of evidence in her hand, and she wanted Fang Zheng to identify them.
When Wei Youran put the evidence in his hand on the table, Fang Zheng's expression changed.
One serving, two servings...a total of five servings of meat in plastic bags, including pork, beef, and mutton. If one serving per day, the earliest serving of meat corresponds to the day after the blue blood moon.
The first few pieces of meat had already turned black, lost moisture, started to mold, and gave off a bloody and rancid smell.
Arranged in order of freshness, the newest portion in the plastic bag is exactly the portion of pork that Fangzheng bought for the little girl.
"It's just a normal process. Please identify which one you bought? So that we can create a file and send it to the evidence department." Wei Youran said.
Fangzheng's voice was bitter: "That little girl, later..."
"During the investigation of the case, it is inconvenient to disclose the details to the outside world." Wei Youran refused directly.
"I hope you don't embarrass me."
It was almost noon when Wei Youran sent Fangzheng out of the police station after completing all the formalities.
"Do you like to read novels about ghosts, foxes, and ghosts?" Wei Youran suddenly asked Fang Zheng a strange question before parting at the gate of the police station.
Fangzheng looked puzzled.
"I was recently investigating a serial disappearance case. I found that these missing persons all have a common feature. Checking the mobile phone usage records of these people through technical means shows that they all had a record of reading these novels before they disappeared."
Fangzheng thought for a while and said, "Alright, okay."
Wei Youran pondered for a while, and said, "Can I trouble you to help me sort out the list of these novels?"
"Maybe I can find a clue in it."
Fangzheng did not refuse: "That's no problem, the police and the people cooperate. But I don't have Officer Wei's WeChat, how should I send the list?"
"Let me add you on WeChat first, what's your mobile phone number?" Wei Youran looked calmly and aboveboard.
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