Fang Shan was so intoxicated by her own beauty that she could hardly stop spinning and jumping with her eyes closed.
Wei Sushen did not disturb his interest and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
This state lasted until the little fat man knocked on the door and came in. The latter originally asked Fang Shan to go downstairs and watch a TV series together at Aunt Zhang's request. When he saw the beauty in red at first sight, he was so surprised that he almost fell over.
The little fleshy hand pointed at Wei Su Shen with trembling hands: "You have two boats, and the golden house hides the beauty..."
In one breath, I used almost all the derogatory idioms I have learned in my life.
At this moment, Wei Sushen had a thought that Wei Ye only occasionally had: there was no place for him in this family.
Fang Shan waved to the little fat man enthusiastically: "It's me."
The little fat man covered his mouth, and his voice still leaked from his fingers: "She is indeed a vixen."
Fang Shan automatically attributed this to a compliment, and when he turned around, the curvature of his skirt was particularly ostentatious.
The little fat man took a deep breath and suddenly felt blessed: "Are you trying to seduce the murderer?"
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows and stared at him with thoughtful eyes.
Seeing this, the little fat man became more and more sure of his guess. He closed the door subconsciously, put his hand on his back, and murmured: "I knew that the police officer came to you again and again, and the accident in the hotel..."
Fang Shan interrupted his speculation and said from the bottom of his heart: "The time for your reincarnation is wrong."
Moving forward a few centuries, when the profession of detective became widespread, he was quite suitable.
The little fat man stared at him blankly, but hesitated to speak.
Fang Shan didn't expect that he was quite friendly: "Don't worry, I won't be in danger."
The little fat man swallowed his saliva and pointed his fingers carefully: "Well, well, if possible, stay alive."
Although the other party's crime was extremely heinous, it would be very troublesome to torture him to death.
Relating to the harmonious society that Wei Sushen had previously enjoined, Fang Shan's lips twitched, who did he think he was
The little fat man said seriously: "I know you, you must want to use self-defense to cause trouble."
Fang Shan took a deep breath, faced Wei Sushen and pointed in the direction of the door: "Let him go."
If we get along for one more second, I'm afraid that I'll miss the fat man first before catching the murderer.
Wei Sushen didn't need to speak, and the little fat man left voluntarily.
Wei Sushen, who had enjoyed a play for free, then said, "Where are you going to start?"
Fang Shan turned on the computer and brought up a map of the city, and clicked somewhere with his hand: "The body was found here." After saying that, he stopped talking and rubbed his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about it.
Wei Sushen: "Mark the home addresses of the other deceased persons."
Fang Shan followed suit and used small light dots to make icons. At first glance, the distribution trajectory looked very messy.
"Moire pattern." Wei Sushen stared at it for a while and said suddenly.
After he said it, a vague outline appeared in Fang Shan's mind.
Wei Sushen: "This line, when connected, is consistent with the moiré pattern on the coffin."
Fang Shan looked at him with emotion: "I still remember."
Wei Sushen disagreed and said calmly: "The person who knows you best is always your enemy."
Fang Shan's heart skipped a beat, thinking about what position the other party gave the Evil King.
Wei Sushen didn't give him a chance to think deeply. He pointed to a place and said, "The next crime should be committed near here."
Fang Shan zoomed in on the road map alone: "Let's go find the road tomorrow morning."
"We can narrow down the scope further," Wei Sushen said, "The place where the corpse is dumped is very particular and has been carefully measured."
Fang Shan recalled the cloud patterns carved on the corners of the coffin. Judging from the distance, the place where the body was dumped was just an enlargement of the scale.
Wei Sushen's eyes stayed on the forward street on the map: "The next crime location is here."
Fang Shan calculated the time between murders. It was very simple and crude. First it was one day, then two days, and the next time was six days later.
"It's too late today," Fang Shan turned sideways and looked at the endless night, pursed his lips and said, "I'll check out the spot tomorrow morning."
Hearing the word "step", Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything.
After having a goal in life, Fang Shan no longer lets himself go and lives peacefully every day.
This situation lasted for two days. Finally, after dinner, Wei Ye privately asked Wei Sushen to go to the study and asked why.
Wei Sushen said calmly: "It is a good thing to live a stable life."
Wei Ye sneered: "I have only heard of the calm before the storm."
The two sides looked at each other for a few seconds before Wei Sushen spoke first: "His target is the people outside."
Wei Ye waved his hand after hearing this. Knowing that it would not harm him, he lived very realistically and immediately signaled that he could leave.
Fang Shan visited the spot carefully every day, and during this period he also paid attention to passers-by. Maybe the murderer had the same idea as him and would be wandering around.
Reality slapped her in the face again, proving that the word good luck had nothing to do with Fang Shan. Even on the hottest day, when he stood under the big tree and looked around as the sun set, he found no suspicious person.
At this point, I deeply realized that the only way ahead of me was to carry out the original plan step by step.
The inferred corpse dumping place is opposite a restaurant, where people come and go. Even at night, passers-by occasionally pass by. It is unlikely that a crime will be directly committed. There are two dark alleys nearby that may be chosen as the killing place. After careful consideration, Fang Shan chose the one close to the branch road. Otherwise, there was a bar whose back door just led to this dark alley.
Everything was ready. On Friday night, Fang Shan tidied up the image of the girl in the red dress, bent down and treated Wei Sushen strangely as a gentleman: "Handsome sir, do you have the honor to ask you to dance?"
Wei Sushen stood up, ignored his invitation, took off his coat and put it on his arms: "It will be late if you don't leave."
Fang Shan smiled and said, "You missed a dance."
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Wei Sushen's tone was calm, and the content was very meaningful: "This is the benefit of being alive."
Fang Shan looked at his back and sympathized with the evil king for no reason. A man who had been dead for who knows how long was still being dissed every day.
The city at night is a different kind of gold-selling den. As one of the few legal places for indulgence, bars gather many handsome men and beautiful women. Fang Shan admired the colorful lights and admitted that the environment here was good.
After a while, someone came to strike up a conversation. After dismissing it perfunctorily, he unexpectedly found that there was no one around Wei Sushen. She sat down next to him with a glass of cocktail and said, "A heartthrob becomes a hater?"
Wei Sushen didn't say a word, but it was almost written on his face that he should stay away from strangers. Fang Shan actually admired him. He had such regular facial features and eight-pack abs, but no one dared to come and talk to him in the bar. The eyes were fixed on his pursed thin lips, and then moved upward to see the impatience in his eyes. It was clear why everyone's attitude was that they could only watch from a distance and not blaspheme.
After teasing a few words, he leaned over and made a V-sign gesture: "Take a group photo."
In the photo, one has a bright smile, and the other is full of helplessness and tolerance. Fang Shan was very satisfied with the effect, sprayed some perfume on his body, and walked out.
Wei Sushen grabbed him: "What are you spraying?"
Fang Shan raised his hand and said, "I promise you're not the Six Gods."
Wei Sushen stared at him coldly.
Fang Shan coughed lightly: "It's not that I'm pressed for time. I don't have time to buy it."
He really has no interest in perfume and has no desire to invest in it.
Wei Sushen: "So?"
Fang Shan said nonchalantly: "I borrowed some of the pesticides that my aunt recently bought."
Wei Sushen looked at him deeply and let go.
Fang Shan had no career line and was only supported by the tedious lace that hung all over his clothes, leaving the smell of pesticides in the air as he walked out the back door.
Wei Sushen did not follow him, acting as if he was waiting for someone, paying attention to his surroundings with his peripheral vision.
After Fang Shan left, about three or four people also went out of the back door one after another. Two of them came back quickly, with annoyance after being rejected on their faces. Only the last one still didn't come back after going out for about 5 minutes.
Wei Sushen tried to communicate with the system in his mind, and the other party's answer was very meaningful: "We are getting to the interesting part."
Dark alleys are always a breeding ground for crime. Throughout the ages, countless people have suffered losses here, and some have lost their lives. However, there are still people who come to this place one after another for excitement.
Fang Shan's hands were pressed against the cold cracks in the wall, and he was walking a little unsteadily. He was obviously too drunk.
The people behind him followed for a long time but made no move. Fang Shan's eyes darkened and he deliberately dropped a card.
"Your stuff fell." A clear voice sounded from behind.
Fang Shan turned around, slightly surprised. The young man standing not far away was wearing a very clean white shirt. When he spoke, his two tiger teeth were looming, and he looked like a young college student.
Fang Shan bent down and picked up the card: "Thank you very much."
The young man hesitated: "It's not safe for you, a girl, here."
Fang Shan didn't care at all: "I'm waiting for someone."
The young man was slightly startled.
Fang Shan's eyes curved up and he looked in the direction of the bar: "There is a cold-faced handsome guy sitting inside."
The young man nodded. The man was very conspicuous and no one would notice him.
Fang Shan showed a confident smile: "I told him, if he doesn't come, I will wait here all night."
Unable to persuade him, the young man had no choice but to return to the bar.
A second before entering the bar, he turned his face slightly and seemed to look at Fang Shan casually, and then stepped across the threshold.
"I think I found it." Fang Shan smiled nonchalantly and communicated with Wei Sushen through his consciousness: "It's a pity that he was scared away."
"The reason." The cold voice on the phone added a bit of coolness to the night.
Fang Shan leaned against the wall alone, tilted his head and said with a smile: "It must have been smelled away by the smell of pesticides."
“…”
"Don't worry, I checked the weather forecast tonight. There will be heavy rain soon." Fang Shan looked at the dark sky: "There are very few people with umbrellas inside. He must be so high until dawn that there are not many people to choose from. .”
On a rainy day, the unruly girl in the red dress, the smell of blood can be infinitely amplified... Fang Shan's lips curled up: "I created a paradise for him to commit crimes."
He was bored alone, grinding gravels with his soles, and counting unconsciously: "One sheep, two sheep to be slaughtered..."
When I counted to five hundred, a few raindrops fell from the sky. After a while, the rain poured down like crazy.
The back door of the bar was opened again, but this time Fang Shan pretended not to see it, but cursed because of the sudden change, turned around and walked out of the dark alley. There was no surprise, and the people behind him followed him not far or near.
Fang Shan had already conceived no less than ten methods in his mind. He turned around when he heard the footsteps approaching, and the smile on his face suddenly changed to surprise: "It's you."
The young man walked towards him: "I just forgot to say a word to you."
Fang Shan showed just the right amount of confusion and stopped to look at him.
The moment the young man came completely close to him, he almost whispered into Fang Shan's ear: "Your dress is beautiful, and you... are stupid."
To his disappointment, he didn't see the panic he wanted to show on the latter's face.
Fang Shan slowly raised his arms and could barely restrain the curve of his mouth. However, the next moment, Wei Sushen's voice suddenly came to his mind: "There seem to be a few plainclothes policemen ambushing the bar. Please pay more attention."
Subconsciously thinking of Geng Feng, he immediately analyzed two possibilities. The first was that the other party sent people to keep an eye on him, but he quickly gave up the idea. Even if Geng Feng had suspicions, he would not suddenly send more people without evidence. A policeman was following him; the second one was that Geng Feng found some information and also deduced that the murderer might be committing crimes nearby.
Looking at the malicious young man in front of him, Fang Shan sighed regretfully. The murderer was able to strangle a strong man to death, which proved that he was definitely not as thin as he appeared on the surface. If he openly used violence that broke his chest and skull, it would definitely arouse Geng Feng's suspicion.
Fang Shan was in a daze, thinking about how to end the embarrassing situation without exposing his own strength.
The young man didn't give him much time to react. Just as he was about to show his fierce look, Fang Shan rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Police, don't move!"
The young man was startled, and when he saw Fang Shan raise his palm, he immediately turned around and ran away.
There was a time when he wanted to turn around, but Fang Shan pretended to press his ears from behind, as if talking to Mai: "If you find the target, immediately block the surrounding streets."
As he spoke, he chased after the young man and shouted into the air: "Come on, advance to the streets for support, and guard the exit for me!"
The smooth operation did not give the other party a chance to react. The young man had no doubts anymore, stepped on the muddy land, and fled frantically into the dark alley.
The author has something to say: Quotations from Fang Shan: Never underestimate the wisdom of a system. Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who threw [landmines]: one thought, several reincarnations, Sonic, Mu Qingbi, Yanxi Xihehe, and Xunjiubai;
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