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As summer approaches, the wind in the evening also brings a touch of dryness and heat. Ji Huan lowered the car window and woke up his drowsy head again. He frowned and listened to the announcement on the car radio. It was very simple in the broadcast, and I just told car owners that the road conditions on Changxing Road are not good, and it is recommended to choose other routes.
Ji Huan was curious. The law and order in the capital is actually quite good, even the chances of monsters making troubles are much less than other cities. But the news said that a dead body suddenly appeared at the intersection, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit weird. Ji Huan picked up his mobile phone and searched for information on Changxing Road. It was probably still early, and the time since the body was found was not long or short. The search page popped up all the previous insignificant events.
For example, how are the cherry blossoms on Changxing Road? Changxing Road is under construction, and the billboard at the intersection of Changxing Road suddenly fell down. Fortunately, no one was injured.
Ji Huan could only stuff the phone back, and dragged his chin to look at the small shops passing by nearby. Suddenly, he tugged Feng Chi's arm, the man looked over and heard him whisper: "Feng Chi, shall we eat Malatang? I heard that the Malatang at the intersection ahead is very delicious."
Feng Chi asked him in a slow tone, "Who did you hear that from?"
Ji Huan confessed without hesitation: "Shi Ying said it. They ordered takeaway yesterday, and I heard that Xu He ate a 100 yuan meal."
"Are you going to have dinner after eating this?" Feng Chi asked, "I was going to make boiled beef tonight."
Ji Huan patted his thigh, "Of course, I will order less Malatang, just taste it."
Ji Huan stretched out his little finger and compared the number of "a little less". Feng Chi glanced at it for a while and found that the little finger had been compared so that only the nail cover remained. The man withdrew his gaze and said yes, but he didn't think in his heart that such a small amount of food was enough for Ji Huan.
Ji Huan is used to deceiving people in front of him.
As meal time approached, the spacious shop was crowded with many people. Ji Huan found a place for Feng Chi to sit, and went to order by himself. Before leaving, he asked Feng Chi twice if he wanted to eat. After ordering, he moved the chair and moved his shoulders with Feng Chi's shoulders. The stickiness hadn't dissipated since last night.
He and Feng Chi were whispering something, two boys who looked seventeen or eighteen years old passed by and they also found a table to stop, the two of them were chattering vigorously. Ji Huan's ears trembled, and he heard a familiar term from the boy's mouth—Changxing Road.
"The bus was stuck there, so I had no choice but to get off. Speaking of which, I heard the conversations of those passers-by. It wasn't a collision, there was no accident, but at the very beginning, the owner of the bus found lying on the road ahead. I thought it was someone touching the porcelain, but after waiting for a while, I found that something was wrong, and when I got off the car, the person was already dead."
Ji Huan glanced behind him quietly, and the two boys frowned, exchanging guesses with each other like detectives, "Would it be that some car is engaged in illegal smuggling? Throw the body down?"
Another boy showed disgust, "Smuggling illegally from here, you have to pretend to be shit in your head, right?"
Ji Huan nodded in agreement, and was about to turn his head to have a guess with Feng Chi, when a head appeared in the crowd in front of him. The other party was an aunt in her forties or fifties, wearing an apron, calling Ji Huan's name. Ji Huan didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran forward to take away his Mala Tang. Carrying Malatang back to Feng Chi, before he could even open his mouth, he saw the man's thin lips slightly pursed, and his brows furrowed slightly. He froze for a moment, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"The corpse on Changxing Road is a bit strange. The police called me." Feng Chi led Ji Huan out, and said, "Shall I take you home first or will you go with me?"
"Go together." He wrinkled his nose, "We'll go home together later."
"good."
The body on Changxing Road was discovered not too short a time ago, and the cars at the intersection had almost dispersed. Feng Chi turned around and drove directly to Changxing Road. The place where the body was found was at the second intersection of Changxing Road. Just around the corner was a residential area and a row of shops. Ji Huan spotted the police car parked in front of the snack bar with sharp eyes, and quickly pointed out the location for Feng Chi.
A policeman stood next to the police car. He noticed the black Maybach coming, his eyes froze, and he immediately stood up straight, looking serious as if he was being inspected by the leader. The police were really a little nervous. I had heard that the comrades in a certain department were all very powerful and possessed unique skills. Generally, strange and unsolvable cases will be handed over to them.
When the leader spoke, his words and demeanor were full of admiration. I don't know what the comrade in the relevant department looks like... Thinking, his eyes followed the Maybach door closely. Click, the car door was pushed open from the inside, and a pair of long legs wrapped in trousers rushed into his eyes first. Just look at this leg, it is a good leg.
The policeman's eyes slowly moved up along that leg, and finally stopped on Feng Chi's face. With this glance, he stunned himself. He looked suspiciously at the license plate of the Maybach again, it was the car the leader mentioned. Why does the person coming out of the car look like a model? Does this look like a comrade from the relevant department? Hair is too thick.
The police stared in a daze, Feng Chi walked in front of him but didn't react until Feng Chi coughed. The man's voice was distant and cold, "Hello, I'm Feng Chi."
Oh, it's Feng Chi.
It is indeed a person from the relevant department.
The policeman immediately came to his senses and smiled at Feng Chi. Before the corners of his mouth curved, Feng Chi spoke again, "This is Ji Huan, an employee of the relevant department, and also my boyfriend."
The smile on the policeman's face froze suddenly, "Hello, madam?"
Ji Huan: "... Just call me Ji Huan."
The policeman's facial management was very good, and he immediately yelled "Mr. Ji" on the road, and then couldn't stop muttering in his heart, the office romance is really good, and we can go on missions together, so happy. Look at him again, he didn't even have a hot meal when he got home.
The policeman sighed in his heart, and immediately told Feng Chi about the weirdness of today's incident.
"We retrieved the surveillance this afternoon and found that the deceased appeared on Changxing Road at 3:30 in the afternoon. But the strange thing is that the surveillance was broken in the second half hour."
"Broken?" Ji Huan repeated.
The policeman nodded, "Yes. You see, the place where the accident happened is here, where the circle is drawn. The only surveillance camera that can lock there is the one above our heads. This surveillance camera was only broken for half an hour. It can be retrieved normally. Then we looked at other surveillance cameras at the intersection, and they were all intact."
"It means that the surveillance system that can see the dead is only broken. And it's only broken within half an hour of the other party's accident."
"Yes, that's what happened."
Ji Huan let out a long voice, and faced the caring and expectant eyes of the policeman, he showed a smile, but took a step back, "I can't guess, you should do it."
He pushed Feng Chi out.
Feng Chi still has experience in dealing with this kind of supernatural event.
Feng Chi looked down at Ji Huan's drooping little head, and the corner of his mouth curled up. Rubbing the other person's short hair, he asked, "Why don't you go back to the car and eat Malatang?"
Ji Huan subconsciously touched his stomach. To be honest, I was really a little hungry, and if I didn't eat Malatang, I would be a lump. Ji Huan responded vaguely, turned around and took a box of Malatang from the car to eat by the side of the road.
He took a bite by himself and stuffed another into Feng Chi's mouth. The policeman's face turned black after coming down several times.
The policeman took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his wife: Wife, I also want to eat Malatang.
Throwing Malatang into the trash can in twos and twos, Ji Huan followed Feng Chi like a little tail again. Several policemen, Feng Chi and Ji Huan rushed to the police station together. There was nothing unusual at the intersection of Changxing Road, even if it was the work of a monster, no one could escape for an hour.
The technical department showed the surveillance video to Feng Chi and Ji Huan.
The deceased was a young man with colorful dyed hair, a rivet coat with ripped trousers, and he walked very arrogantly, with his hands in his pockets, looking like an old man looking down on the world. The expression on the other party's face was a little impatient, and he reached out to wipe the rainwater off his face, and his mouth moved slightly as if cursing in a low voice. Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have seen something suddenly, his footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes widened as he stood there.
Monitoring is bad in the next paragraph.
The smooth picture suddenly faltered, and soon there was a rattling sound, and the mosaic lasted for a full thirty-five minutes.
Thirty-five minutes later, the mosaic image flashed, and the young man was already lying on the ground, his body twisted in a strange posture, and he was silent.
Feng Chi glanced at a certain direction in the surveillance, with a cold expression on his face, "Is there a passing car in half an hour?"
"Yes. We have contacted, but none of the driving recorders can capture the deceased." The policeman whispered, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "It wasn't killed by hacking, and it didn't look like he was killed by collision. Then How did he die? Could it be that there are still ghosts?"
Probably because the policeman's tone was too helpless, Ji Huan muttered in his heart: "There are no ghosts, but there are monsters."
Such a strange thing must have been done by a monster.
"Where's the body?"
"Over there. Want to see?"
"Um."
The policeman oh-oh, thought for a while and looked at Ji Huan again, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Ji is going too? If you don't want to go, you can stay in the lounge."
Ji Huan has thin arms and legs, his eyes are round and round like a little deer cub, it hurts to look at it. If you see the dead in the autopsy room, you don't know how to react.
Ji Huan was keenly aware of the slight trace of distrust in the policeman's tone. He immediately straightened his back and grabbed Feng Chi's clothes, "I can just follow behind him."
"Let's go."
Even Ji Huan and Feng Chi said that, so the policeman naturally didn't say anything.
The autopsy room was at the corner of the corridor, and when the door was opened, there was a chill. Ji Huan rubbed his arms, and poked his head behind Feng Chi. Feng Chi paused the moment the door opened, a dark streak flashed across his eyes. The policeman didn't notice his abnormality and continued to talk.
The young man's body was placed on the stage, his face covered by a white cloth. Feng Chi pressed the head of the person behind him on his back, and blocked Ji Huan's view with his body. Then he nodded to the policeman.
As soon as the white cloth was lifted, his pale face was immediately exposed to the light. With just one glance, Feng Chi was sure why the deceased died. He retracted his gaze, moved his nose slightly, and said in a low voice, "Cover it."
The policeman paused while holding the white cloth, and let out a bewildered 'ah'. He lowered his eyes to look at the deceased. Although his complexion was a little paler, there was no damage on his face, so it wouldn't be enough to just take a look, right? Besides, what can be seen at a glance.
Muttering in my heart, the policeman asked again in disbelief: "Is this covered?"
Feng Chi glanced at him, "Otherwise?"
Policeman: "...how about you take a second look?"
Feng Chi: "It's the same conclusion if you look at it twice."
The policeman let go of his hands, thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Feng Chi's words. After all, the other party is not a forensic doctor, so the difference between one glance and two glances is probably not very big.
After leaving the autopsy room, Feng Chi and Ji Huan didn't stop at the police station. The policeman looked at the Maybach leaving in the dust, and frowned while holding his chin. The companion next to him who was about to get off work walked out with the documents, walked past him, then withdrew, and asked him suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"
The policeman said seriously: "I'm wondering whether the relevant department is reliable or not."
To be honest, he was really unreliable in his heart.
It's like playing.