You Mingxu opened his eyes suddenly and felt cold sweat coming out. His mind was still drowsy, and he couldn't tell whether the wheel marks that had just appeared in his mind were dreams or what he saw during the day.

Or did she remember the details that were ignored during the day?

She suddenly bounced up and looked at her watch. It was only 3:50, and 20 minutes passed. She looked into the interrogation room again. The first thing she saw was Yin Feng. He looked very focused, staring at Rune Show, and remembering the pen in his hand quickly. He looked at another man.

Rune Xiu was actually obedient in his hands, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth and was talking.

It will take them a while before they can finish the lie test. But You Mingxu can't sit still. She turned and went downstairs and drove alone into the dull night.

These streets have increased a lot of police forces. Even at this time, You Mingxu met several police cars and policemen on duty along the way. She lit a cigarette and finished smoking slowly along the way. When she drove to the nearest of Deng's house, she parked the car silently and threw away the cigarette butts.

She walked outside the wall of Deng's yard, and there was no light inside, and she probably fell asleep. The wall was not very high. She took a few steps back, stepped up and lay on the top of the wall.

The moonlight shone on the top of my head in a very clear light, and it also vaguely visible the huge yard. You Mingxu saw the extra van under the tree at a glance, grayish white, golden cup, half old.

You Mingxu felt his heart tremble and his palms were sweating all over. But she had no time to carefully sort out her thoughts and didn't want to wait for a minute. She was about to jump into the yard, but no one knew which heart string moved. She took out her cell phone and sent Yin Feng a text message: "Come to the Deng family." Then she muted her cell phone and jumped in.

Several rooms were all dark and there was no sound at all. She slowly walked to the van and looked in through the window. Although the light was very dark, she could still see some mottled dark suspicious marks in the carriage and seats, which had dried up.

You Mingxu stood there for a few seconds and looked at the slaughter room. She walked over gently and found that the door was not locked, so she opened a small gap. She slowly opened the door, and a very light "creaking" sound came from the air.

She immediately turned around and looked at the other two rooms, without any movement. But she didn't move, lowered her head, and waited for a minute or two, and the yard was still silent, so she flashed into the slaughter room.

The room was dark and there was nothing to see. The tools and pieces of meat I saw before became a cluster of blurred outlines. Only the moonlight penetrated through the old windows, and the light was still vaguely thin.

You Mingxu had a flashlight in his pocket, but he didn't turn it on, and walked slowly step by step. Even in the dark, the knives were arranged in an extremely neat manner, as if they were waiting for their master to come. You Mingxu remembered Yin Feng's inference: If you arrive at the workplace, you will definitely find that everything is neat and tidy like a machine has sorted it out. This is the obsessive-compulsive disorder after he worked as a craftsman for many years. The coldness in her heart kept infiltrating. When she walked to 1/3 of the room, she caught a glimpse of something on the chopping board.

She was 100% sure that the thing was not here when she came last time.

It was a hammer. It was of medium size and extremely dark color. It was still hard to see if there was blood on it, and it was impossible to tell whether the details were the same as the one in the surveillance. But the intuition told You Mingxu that it was it.

You Mingxu stood in the middle of the silent and dark slaughterhouse, but he felt a certain cold breath surrounding him from all directions. The four suspects from the market all fit into profile portraits. One is true and three is false, without any clues. It is like the murderer has been hiding in the crowd this year, and it is very difficult to distinguish because it is too ordinary.

In the end, it was a small wheel mud seal, which exposed the truth. Life is full of things, and many people look guilty. But the carpenter who is as dull as him is not, the veterinarian who is sexually criminal inclined to be not, and the fishmonger with schizophrenic with blurred fingerprints on both hands is not.

A kind of dry, cold and hard will suddenly rise from the heart of a woman like Youmingxu. Her whole body suddenly became alert and tense, like an eagle holding her wings, stepping on the branches on the edge of the cliff and walking forward.

And this will was ruthlessly penetrated and collapsed when she saw the person lying on the previous plan board.

She bounced up and ran over.

On the chopping board where Fan Jia was lying, facing a window, some light leaked in. So You Mingxu could see that her face was bloodless, her body was covered with terrifying scars, and some corpses had appeared.

You Mingxu reached out to touch her nasal pulse, and then he realized that his hands were shaking. Her tears had flowed out, but he didn't notice it at all. She knelt down next to the chopping board, holding Fan Jia's with one hand and pressing her face with the other hand.

The darkness of this room seemed to hit her at the same moment. She heard her crying sound, which was a sound she had never heard before. It was shrill and stagnant, and it looked like a cry that a person made after being blocked. For the first time in many years, she could not control herself at all. At this moment, everything was thrown behind her head. She had no strength in her body and sat on the ground, tears were like rain. Only her hands were still holding Fan Jia's pale and stiff fingertips tightly.

The sky collapsed. She thought, the sky collapsed.

Otherwise, how could a child like Fan Jia be sacrificed?

Sacrifice under the butcher knife of the criminal.

As her team leader, the person she relies most on, did not find her before she died, and could not rescue her from the terrifying darkness.

What did she experience before her death? Did the victims experience the torture of breaking through human limits and being crazy? Has this policeman experienced it? And the most terrifying thing, always holding the hope of being saved but can only watch as hope is extinguished in front of her?

You Mingxu suddenly let out a roar, or screaming, it is more appropriate. It is the most vulnerable sound that a strong woman like her can make.

Then she stood up and bent down. She forgot all principles and vigilance, and wanted to pick Fan Jia up and take her back.

A strong wind blew up to the back of her head.

If this is normal, even if the human power behind her is as strong as a cow, You Mingxu would be able to avoid it. But at this time, she was in a daze and knew nothing about the dangers of the outside world. After hearing the strong wind, she had only had the instinct of years of training, and her upper body hooked down.
Chapter completed!