Wen frowned slightly, and murmured softly.
The next second, the hand stopped moving.
Wen Qing's fingers trembled slightly, trying to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be stuck with glue, and she couldn't open them no matter what.
Suddenly, a furry thing approached his neck, like a beast, sniffing his scent.
Wen Qing's nose moved slightly, smelling a faint fragrance.
Very familiar, it was the smell of his shower gel.
Immediately afterwards, a low-pitched gasp sounded in his ear, something wet and slippery covered his earlobe, and the tip of his tongue outlined the outline of his ear.
The beast's breathing became more and more rapid, and after a long time, it let out a low growl.
There was a faint fishy smell in the air, followed by a faint sweet fragrance.
Wen Qing sniffed the sweet fragrance unconsciously, her hands and feet became heavier.
He seemed to have been bitten by a wild animal.
Sharp, razor-sharp teeth gnawed at his skin, sucking at his core.
Wen Qing only felt that her body was ups and downs between pleasure and torture, and tears flowed out involuntarily, staining her eyelashes.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing seemed to hear the cry of a wild animal.
He tilted his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the snow-white ceiling.
"Wow! Woah!"
"Wow woof!"
It's the neighborhood dog barking.
Wen Qing sat up slowly, her chaotic mind gradually cleared up.
It's chilly down there.
It's not the coolness of not wearing pants, but the coolness of getting wet.
Wen Qing stared blankly, and when she lifted the quilt, her cheeks flushed instantly.
He quickly got up from the bed, found a pair of underwear, and hurried into the bathroom.
After washing, Wen Qing stared at the white shirt on her body and was stunned.
He was wearing a black sweater yesterday, and then he seemed to be drunk...
Then... Then Wen Qing didn't remember anything.
With a toothbrush in his mouth, he tore off his collar and looked at his chest, but there was no trace.
Wen Qing finished rinsing his mouth, took off his shirt, and looked in the mirror with his back, but there were no traces on his back.
So last night... did he, did he have a spring dream? !
Wen Qing blushed, walked out of the bathroom slowly, and asked the system in a low voice: "Well... can you see the changes in my body at night?"
001 responded indifferently.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder: "Then, then, don't I have no privacy?"
001: [I am the system.]
Wen Qing whispered: "But you are very human."
Isn't there any shielding setting to protect the player's privacy
001: [Thank you for the compliment.]
Wen Qing: "..."
The phone next to the bed vibrated, and a notification sounded for a WeChat message.
Wen Qing picked up her phone and clicked on WeChat.
One is the news that Ji Prison has passed his friend's authentication, which was passed last night.
The other few messages were just sent by Xing Ze.
Xing Ze: [Are you awake?]
Xing Ze: [Breakfast is in the rice cooker.]
Xing Ze: [Uncle Xia said that he made you hangover soup.]
Wen Qing blinked and typed: [I'm awake.]
As soon as the news was sent out, Xing Ze's WeChat call came.
"Are you up yet?" Xing Ze asked.
Wen Qing replied: "Get up."
"Well... How did I come back after I got drunk yesterday?"
Xing Ze: "I had something to do in the bureau last night, so I'll leave first."
"It should be Uncle Xia who sent you back. You seem to recognize Uncle as someone else and don't let him touch him."
His voice paused, and he asked, "Did something happen?"
"No," Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then asked again, "Then, did Uncle Xia change my clothes too?"
Thinking of Xia Yansi's obsession with cleanliness, Wen Qing felt even more embarrassed: "I won't throw up, will I?"
Xing Ze gave a low laugh: "Don't worry, I came to help you change the clothes in the morning."
"Uncle Xia threw you on the sofa."
Wen breathed a sigh of relief. Although Xia Yansi looked very young, he was really embarrassed to trouble his elders because of his seniority.
Xing Ze: "By the way, Uncle Xia said he made you hangover soup, did Ji Sheng bring it up?"
Wen Qing glanced around, there was nothing on the table, walked into the kitchen, only porridge was kept warm in the rice cooker.
He said truthfully: "No."
Xing Ze: "I'll ask Ji Sheng to send it up."
Wen Qing quickly said: "It's okay, there's no need."
"You're drunk..." Suddenly, there was a rustling voice on the other end of the phone, and then Xing Ze's voice became serious, "I'll hang up first, I'll talk about it later."
Wen Qing responded, and simply stood in the kitchen drinking porridge.
The dogs in the neighborhood were still barking, he frowned slightly, and closed the kitchen window.
While drinking porridge, Wen Qing searched for news about the disappearance case.
The first case of disappearance occurred half a year ago. A female reporter who lived alone in Nancheng Community, her colleagues found that she had not come to work and could not be contacted, so they called the police. The last place she was found by the police was Wenzhou One of the scenic spots in the city, Sanshui Mountain.
Since then, every other month, when everyone is about to forget the news, there will be another case of disappearance. There are no clues and no corpses. Talking material, admonishing young women to be careful.
The police do not have corresponding evidence, and cannot determine whether it is done by the same person or organization. They can only temporarily increase the activities of publicizing safety awareness.
Wen lightly scrolled through related topics on Weibo, most of the Weibo that prayed for the safety of the girls was mixed with malicious remarks.
[Come on police uncle, I hope all the missing people are safe and sound.]
[Pray for peace.]
[Whether girls or boys live alone, they must pay attention to safety!]
[It's already May, what about this month's case? Why haven't you come yet?]
Wen Qing stared at the last item for a while, then clicked a report.
Suddenly, there was a shrill scream in the neighborhood.
Wen Qing quickly put down the spoon and walked to the balcony.
The balcony is not fully enclosed, only a half-person-high fence, Wen Qing dare not get too close, and looked down from a distance.
I vaguely saw many people surrounding the flower beds in the community, and the wind brought the words "call the police" and "110" from the crowd.
Wen Qing struggled for a moment, thinking that this is an ordinary world, so she put on a sweater and hurried downstairs.
A crowded place is definitely safe.
The elevator stops on the 11th floor.
The door opened slowly, revealing Ji Shengyang's handsome face.
Seeing Wen Qing in the elevator, Ji Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Brother, I was just about to ask you to drink hangover soup."
"Drink later," Wen Qing said to him, "It seems that something happened downstairs."
"What's the matter?" Ji Sheng was a little confused, and walked into the elevator, "I was doing my homework just now, and I don't know anything."
Wen shook his head lightly: "I don't know, I just heard someone calling."
The flower bed is in the center of the community, where cats, cats and dogs usually gather together. At the moment, there are many people around. The expressions of the onlookers are different. Some take pictures, some record videos, the only thing in common is that they are all a certain distance away from the flower bed. distance.
"Woof! Woof!!" The voices of the people were mixed with the barking of dogs.
Wen Qing approached, followed everyone's gaze, and saw that a corner of the bush was missing.
The depths seemed to be where kittens and puppies buried their feces, with a lot of feces piled up, and a rotten hand stuck in the middle of the feces.
Only the white bones remained of the five fingers, which were folded upside down and inserted into the soil. There was still a bit of black and gray skin on the palm, half-stripped and hanging in the air.
Wen Qing turned pale, took a step back, and bumped into Ji Sheng.
"Brother, what is it?"
"Don't, don't look." Wen Qing subconsciously raised her hand to cover Ji Sheng's eyes.
Not long after, the siren sounded from far to near.
A group of uniformed policemen walked in, and Wen Qing saw Xing Zuo, the leader.
Several police officers set up a cordon around the flower bed. The cordon was pulled twice, one circle surrounded the flower bed, and the other surrounded the onlookers near the flower bed. Several police officers went to the front row of the crowd to evacuate and guide them. .
Xing Ze stood inside the cordon, looked at the dense bones, raised his head, and his eyes stayed on the monitor on the tree.
He turned around and saw Wen Qing and Ji Sheng in the crowd at a glance.
Seeing Wen Qing's pale face, Xing Ze frowned slightly, walked up to the two of them, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come down?"
Wen Qing whispered: "I heard someone calling..."
"Ji Sheng followed me down."
Xing Ze turned his head to look at Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng didn't see the hands in the flower bed, and his face was full of confusion: "Cousin, why are you here?"
"What the hell is it? I didn't even see it."
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "You have to make a simple inquiry before you can go back."
Wen Qing was stunned, would the onlookers also be investigated
Xing Ze leaned over, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "You're right."
"The murderer is in this neighborhood."
Wen Qing's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "Have you found any clues?"
Xing Ze hummed, but didn't say much.
A small police officer ran over and said to Xing Ze: "Xing team, sister Zhang called you over."
Xing Ze responded, patted Wen Qing on the shoulder, and introduced to the little policeman: "This is my friend and my brother. You can ask them as a routine and let them go back first."
"Okay, don't worry, criminal squad," the little policeman smiled, took out a recording pen, and looked at Wen Qing and Ji Sheng kindly, "Are you all residents of Nancheng Community?"
Wen Qing nodded, and said truthfully: "We all live in three buildings, I live in 1201, and Ji Sheng lives in 1101."
The little police officer turned his head to look at Ji Sheng, and seeing the school uniform of the city's key high school he was wearing, his expression became more gentle: "Today is Sunday, are you going to go out? Or did you come down because you heard something?"
Wen Qing thought for a while: "I heard someone calling, so I went downstairs to take a look."
Ji Sheng said: "I want to ask my brother to eat at my house, and then come down with me."
Little police officer: "What time does it look like?"
Wen Qing wasn't sure either, so she just said, "It's about nine o'clock."
The little police officer continued to ask: "Earlier, did you see any abnormal phenomena today or a few days ago?"
Wen Qing: "There was a dog barking in the morning. I don't know the rest. I just moved in yesterday."
The little police officer nodded and looked at Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng was at a loss: "I didn't notice, there have always been a lot of stray cats and dogs in the community, and they often play in the flower beds."
He scratched his head: "It seems to be nothing special, it has always been like this."
"Okay, there are no other problems," the little policeman put away the recording pen and led them outside the cordon. "There may be other policemen visiting the house in the next two days. Please cooperate when the time comes."
Wen Qing nodded, and stopped after walking a few steps.
Ji Prison was standing not far away, he looked at the hands in the flower bed, his expression didn't change, he still had the gentle and elegant appearance, which was quite different from the panic-stricken expressions of the others watching.
The little policeman followed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Sheng smiled and explained: "I saw my dad."
Wen Qing glanced around, most of the onlookers were grandparents and grandparents in the community, there were only a handful of young people, and the season prison was mixed with the elderly, which was particularly conspicuous.
It looks like a murderer.
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Several other young people in their twenties seemed to be going out on business, and when they found out that they had to queue up to ask questions, they immediately called and sent messages. Only Ji Prison stood calmly in the crowd and did nothing.
With such a comparison, Wen Qing felt that Ji Prison was more suspicious.
The next second, Ji Sheng murmured in his ears: "Daddy said that there are patients in the clinic in the morning, why are you still here..."
"Brother, let's go, Dad is here."
Before Wen Qing could react, she was pulled out of the cordon by Ji Sheng.
Ji Prison looked at the backs of the two hurriedly leaving, chuckled, and said to the policeman who was in charge of the questioning: "Well, I called the police."
"I was about to go to work, and I smelled a bad smell when I passed the flower bed. Now that it's hot, the smell of corpses is quite obvious."
The policeman looked at him suspiciously: "How are you sure it's the smell of corpses?"
Ji Prison said lightly: "I'm very sensitive to smells, and I'm a doctor, so I'm very familiar with the smell of corpses."
"Some time ago, I also reacted to the property because of this smell, but the property did not find the reason, and other owners did not seem to smell it, so let it go."
****
In May, the outdoor temperature in Wenzhou City was relatively high. When I walked into the building, I was greeted with a chill, and Wen Qing couldn't help shivering.
Seeing this, Ji Sheng smiled and asked again: "Brother, what the hell was it just now? You won't let me see it."
"Is it a corpse?"
Wen nodded lightly, and said slowly, "Part of the corpse."
After hesitating for a moment, he said to Ji Sheng, "It's a hand."
The smile on Ji Sheng's face froze: "So there was a murder case in the community?"
Wen Qing hummed, the image of the rotten hand kept flashing in his mind, and his expression was not very good: "It should have been a while."
When the two walked into the elevator, Ji Sheng couldn't help but moved closer to Wen Qing, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, could it be that, that missing reporter's sister?"
Wen lightly pressed the floor button: "I have to ask your cousin about this."
"Only one hand..." Ji Sheng paused, then continued, "Is it dismemberment?"
"The rest of the body...couldn't it be in the community too?"
Hearing this, Wen Qing's face became paler.
The only thing he was sure of was that the murderer lived in the complex.
The murderer dismembered the body and dumped it in the community... It must have been intentional.
What is this pervert trying to do
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew down from the top of his head, along his collar and into his back.
Wen Qing felt a chill run down his spine, seeing the elevator door open, he hurried out.
Walking out of the elevator, looking at the big characters 1101 on the door, Wen Qing paused, making a mistake.
He just turned around, and before he had time to press the elevator, Ji Sheng opened the door and said to him, "Brother, come and have some soup, or my cousin will talk about me later."
Wen Qing raised the corner of his mouth: "I still..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Yansi appeared at the door, looked at him coldly, as if giving orders, and said to Wen Qing: "Come in."
Wen Qing was a little scared of him, she swallowed the words of refusal, and obediently went in to change her shoes.
While changing shoes, check whether your clothes are dry or not.
After confirming that there was no problem, Wen breathed a sigh of relief and followed Xia Yansi to the dining table.
On the table was a bowl of steaming soup that looked freshly served.
Wen Wei was taken aback for a moment, how did Uncle Xia know that he would come here now
Is it a coincidence
"What happened outside?" Xia Yansi asked.
Wen Qing came back to her senses and briefly recounted what she saw and heard.
Hearing that there was a hand in the flower bed, Xia Yansi lowered his eyes and looked into Wen Qing's dark eyes: "Ordinary people can't stand seeing a corpse for the first time."
"There may be no reaction at the moment, and there may be nightmares later."
Wen Qing was a little scared in his heart, but he was actually more afraid of ghosts than corpses.
So it's actually okay.
He didn't think he would have nightmares at night, so he nodded obediently if he didn't know what to say now.
Xia Yansi looked at his trembling eyelashes, and said slowly: "If you really have sleep disorders, you can ask Ji Prison to help you mediate."
Hearing Ji Prison's name, Wen Qing felt that the fear of the corpse in her heart disappeared completely.
He was not afraid at once.
Compared with Ji Prison's corpse, Ji Prison's face is of course more terrifying.
Wen Qing raised the corner of his mouth and said to Xia Yansi: "Okay, thank you uncle."
Xia Yansi hummed: "Drink the soup."
Wen Qing lowered his head and drank the soup. It was the first time in his life that he drank hangover soup. He didn't expect it to be hot and sour, so he drank a big spoonful, which made his eyes flush.
Wen Qing doesn't like spicy food very much, and a layer of water vapor soon appears in his eyes.
Xia Yansi sat across from Wen Qing, looked at the water in his eyes and the flickering eyelashes, and asked casually, "Is it good?"
Wen Qing held back her crying, and responded vaguely.
Xia Yansi: "There is still the kitchen."
After a while, Wen Qing stammered and said: "Enough, enough to drink, thank you uncle."
Ji Sheng quickly said, "Daddy, I want to drink too."
"This soup smells delicious."
Xia Yansi responded, "I'll go to fill it."
Wen Qing sipped the soup, seeing Xia Yansi turned and entered the kitchen, he was relieved.
Xia Yansi is cold, like an emotionless robot, and is very particular about basic necessities of life, staying with him puts too much pressure on Wen Qing.
Wen Qing always felt that Xia Yansi might despise him in the next second.
Just as he was thinking, Ji Sheng suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother, I'll go to your house to play some games after finishing the soup later."
Wen Qing nodded, then shook his head again: "You are about to take the college entrance examination."
Ji Sheng tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, my grades are very good."
"And there's only one month left, and now it's mainly a combination of work and rest."
Wen Qing asked hesitantly, "Will Uncle Xia agree?"
As soon as the words were finished, the kitchen door opened, and Xia Yansi came out with soup.
Ji Sheng smiled and said to him: "Dad, I can't do some questions, so I will go to my brother's house to make up a lesson later."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, clearly feeling Xia Yansi's gaze on her.
"Okay." Xia Yansi said.
When the eyes on her body were removed, Wen Qing raised her eyes cautiously, only to see Xia Yansi typing on her mobile phone.
Probably sending a message to Ji Prison? Wen Qing thought.
In the next second, Wen Qing's phone vibrated, and a friend request popped up on WeChat.
The note is Xia Yansi.
Wen Qing quickly passed the application, and whispered, "Uncle Xia, I applied through a friend."
Xia Yansi hummed.
Ji Sheng said, "Brother, we haven't added WeChat friends yet."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup directly, wiped his mouth and hurried into the bedroom: "I'm going to get my phone and schoolbag."
Wen Qing's hand holding the spoon froze, and only he and Xia Yansi were left in the living room.
He lowered his eyes and drank the soup without distraction.
Xia Yansi leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes fell on Wen Qing's face.
He stared into Wen Qing's eyes, deer-like pupils, black and white distinct, and the emotions in his eyes were clear at a glance.
It seems that the wild deer has sensed the danger and is eating nervously, ready to run away at any time.
Xia Yansi's gaze gradually moved down, sweeping around Wen Qing's rosy and slightly swollen lips, and staying on Wen Qing's slender and fair neck.
The small and delicate Adam's Apple slides up and down, swallowing food.
Xia Yansi raised his hand and tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the pitch-black phone screen.
"Are you gay?"
Wen Qing took a sip of the soup and almost choked, he put down his spoon: "I, I'm not."
Xia Yansi responded lightly, and asked: "Then you and Xing Ze..."
Wen Qing quickly said: "Xing Ze and I are ordinary friends."
Xia Yansi raised his eyelids, his eyes were very light, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and he asked again: "So you like women?"
Wen nodded slightly.
In the next second, he saw Xia Yansi pursed his lips and raised them slightly. There was no expression on his face, and the raised corners of his mouth were particularly obvious.
Seems a little happy
Wen Qing felt a little fuzzy for no reason.
What is he happy about liking girls
Isn't Xingxuan gay? But I am a gay, married and have children, so it stands to reason that there should be no discrimination against gays...
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more he felt a little strange. Seeing Ji Sheng coming out with his schoolbag on his back, he hurriedly drank the last few sips of soup, got up and said, "I'm done, thank you uncle."
Returning to 1201, Wen Qing's tense nerves relaxed.
He let out a breath and lay down on the sofa.
Ji Sheng sat down next to Wen Qing and started playing mobile games.
Wen calmed down for a while, suddenly there was a bang bang bang upstairs, and something was thrown on the floor with a bang bang bang.
Wen Qing was stunned: "Is anyone jumping rope?"
Ji Sheng looked up at the ceiling and replied, "The kids on the 13th floor like to skip rope."
"The sound insulation in the community is not good, so I always wear headphones when I do my homework."
Wen Qing nodded and began to scroll through the city news.
The official has not yet officially notified, but the matter of the corpse has already been searched in the same city.
Wen Qing looked at it for a while, and found the Weibo of the first missing female reporter in the community.
Click on her Weibo, every post is quiet and beautiful.
She posts a daily vlog of what she sees and hears during her commute every few days. She looks like a very sunny girl.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then turned her head to look at Ji Sheng: "Ji Sheng, do you know the missing reporter sister?"
"I don't know," Ji Sheng shook his head and said to him, "But I have met her a few times sometimes, she..."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What happened to her?"
Ji Sheng struggled for a moment, then said euphemistically: "She seems to be under a lot of pressure at work, and those cats are very afraid of her."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "Is she venting her anger on small animals?"
"I saw it once." Ji Sheng glanced at his mobile phone screen, and said slowly, "This sister reporter, in reality, behaves differently from the Internet."
Ji Sheng asked curiously: "Brother, why did you suddenly ask this?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "I hope to catch the murderer soon."
Ji Sheng burst out laughing: "Isn't my cousin investigating this case? I'm sure the case will be solved soon. My cousin is very powerful."
Wen Qing hummed, and got up to get Ji Sheng a drink.
Passing by the balcony, I looked down from a distance. The downstairs of the community was full of police and police dogs. It seemed that they were searching for something.
Wen Qing was about to walk back when she suddenly heard a conversation downstairs.
The balcony was not closed, and he could clearly hear the conversation of the Ji prison couple.
"Where's Ji Sheng?"
"upstairs."
"What happened to the corpse?"
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, subconsciously holding her breath, waiting for Ji Prison's answer.
After a long time, he heard Ji Prison say: "A Samoyed knocked open a short bush."
"Is it."
It was a very ordinary family conversation, Wen Qing pursed his lips.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Ji Sheng's voice sounded from the living room.
Wen Qing blurted out: "Nothing."
In the next second, his body stiffened.
He could hear the conversation downstairs, could he be heard downstairs too
Wen Qing squeezed her palms, pretending to be calm and said to Ji Sheng: "I think the police are still in the community."
He was so nervous that his heart was beating wildly, and the conversation downstairs stopped for a moment, as if he didn't hear his voice, and continued to talk about the previous topic.
"Is it cute?"
"Quite cute."
"I want to raise a..."
Wen Qing didn't hear the words clearly, he only heard a dog barking downstairs.
When the barking of the dogs stopped, so did the conversation downstairs.
Wen Qing watched the news at home all morning, Ji Sheng played games next to him all morning, and used the excuse of making up lessons to play games after lunch.
Seeing that he was just doing nothing, Wen Qing had no choice but to confiscate his game console and urge him to do his homework.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xing Xuan came over.
Seeing Ji Sheng in the living room, Xing Ze paused slightly: "Why are you here?"
Ji Sheng sighed faintly: "I wanted to play games, but the game console was confiscated."
Xing Ze glanced at the test paper in his hand, with a gentle expression: "Study hard."
Wen Qing quickly asked, "Have you solved the case yet?"
Xing Ze said helplessly: "No, it's still early."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "Aren't all the monitoring in the community useless?"
"That hand belongs to Yao Qian, that is, the female reporter who disappeared from the community," Xing Ze paused, and explained, "The monitoring equipment in the community was only installed after Yao Qian disappeared."
Xing Ze half-closed his eyes, and continued: "The time interval is too long, and the forensic doctor cannot determine the exact time of death. We can only speculate that Yao Qian was killed not long after she disappeared."
So monitoring is useless at all.
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Then are other parts of her body also in the community?"
"No," Xing Ze shook his head and pursed his lips, "only hands."
"The murderer did it on purpose."
Ji Sheng put down his pen and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you put it on the flower bed on purpose?"
Xing Ze glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Kids do their homework well."
"Brother, my good cousin, just tell me." Not only did Ji Sheng not do his homework, but he ran to the sofa and pestered Xing Ze.
Xing Ze couldn't resist him, so he had to say: "That flower bed is where stray cats and dogs excrete."
Ji Sheng: "And then?"
Xing Ze asked back: "Did you see that hand?"
Ji Sheng shook his head: "My brother didn't let me see it."
Xing Ze turned his head to look at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing said slowly: "The fingers of that hand seem to be bent upside down."
Ji Sheng's eyes were full of confusion: "So the murderer is a pervert who likes to abuse?"
Xing Zhe shook his head.
Wen Qing tentatively replied: "Yes, are you punishing her?"
"Well," Xing Zao responded, "The murderer is very familiar with the community, and knows that this flower bed is the most popular flower bed for stray animals."
"He deliberately put Yao Qian's hand into the animal dung, thinking he was punishing her."
Wen Qing asked ignorantly: "So does the murderer know that she is abusing small animals?"
Or a self-proclaimed righteous
Xing Ze raised his eyelids: "Who told you about this?"
Ji Sheng raised his hand slowly.
Xing Xuan glanced at him and continued, "Animal cruelty is part of the reason."
"In addition, we found her mobile phone. The technical department repaired and found that two days before the missing alarm, there were records of deleted videos and photos."
"She may have photographed the murderer's secret, so she was killed."
Wen Qing thought for a while, but was still a little puzzled: "The murderer just put his hands in the neighborhood like this, isn't he afraid of being discovered?"
Xing Ze habitually took out the lighter, met Wen Qing's eyes, paused with his hand holding the cigarette, flipped the lighter cover, and explained: "He is not only punishing Yao Qian, but also deliberately wants to be discovered."
"These types of criminals crave attention."
"The disappearance case comes together every month because he enjoys the feeling of attention."
Xing Ze looked at them and asked, "Did you see anything unusual when you went downstairs?"
Ji Sheng shook his head: "I don't even know what happened."
Wen Qing was a little hesitant, he wanted to talk about Ji Prison, but it was hard to say it in front of Ji Sheng, so he shook his head at Xing Ze.
He thought to himself, wait until Ji Sheng comes home.
As a result, Ji Sheng hadn't come home yet, and Wen Qing first received a strange text message.
[I really want to fuck you.]
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then glanced at the note, it was an unfamiliar number.
He stared at the four words for a while, then typed slowly: [Hello, you sent it to the wrong person.]