Su Qing also felt a little sad in his heart.

An eighteen-year-old girl disappeared bizarrely on Sheng'an Street, leaving her poor mother crying every day.

Sheng'an Street in the middle of the night was so quiet and dark.

But this poor mother, with an iron basin, burned paper money for her daughter according to folk customs, and called her daughter's name one by one on the long street.

Even if the murderer of Sheng'an Street has not been found, the mother is fearless. She is just trying to see her daughter again according to folk customs, even if she only has one ten thousand hope.

It's completely a tragedy on earth.

"I'll look for the witch, the girl is still alive. As long as I pray sincerely every day, I will definitely see her again." Zhang Xiaofen wiped her tears and took out a stack of missing person notices from her bag, with photos and features of Song Qingru.

Photos on missing person notice.

Song Qingru stood under a willow tree, looking at the background of the February day with grass growing and birds flying.

She has a quiet personality, which can be seen through the photos.

A simple and elegant white dress, flying like ink hair in the wind, perfectly blending with February.

There are many other things in the bag that Zhang Xiaofen carries, such as diary, photo album, and food that Song Qingru likes to eat.

"Song Qingru doesn't seem to like laughing?" Su Qing opened the album and there were many photos in it.

In each photo, she is her own photo.

The only group photo is a family photo, which is placed on the home page of the album.

It looks like it is the father, mother and daughter.

The man sat on a chair with a smile.

The woman stood on the man's hands, put her hands on her shoulders, and was also smiling.

Song Qingru stood beside her, putting her hands behind her. Her black and gem-like eyes did not look at the camera, but looked at the side.

Although this photo is a family photo, it seems like a pieced together after two families are broken.

Song Qingru is a little out of place.

Is it the problem girl?

"The child is a bit introverted and rarely laughs." Zhang Xiaofen was dismantling new paper money, holding a pencil sharpening knife worth 50 cents each, cutting the plastic rope on the paper money, and suddenly shouted.

Su Qing looked over and saw the pencil sharpener slashing Zhang Xiaofen's finger.

Zhang Xiaofen put the cut fingers into her mouth and began to stop talking.

"You said, does Song Qingru feel resentment?" Su Qing closed the album and asked.

"It must be. My poor daughter was murdered on Sheng'an Street, so young!" Zhang Xiaofen did not hesitate to think.

"Did you say, Song Qingru was really murdered by a gangster?" Su Qing put the album back in the distance: "Will there be any inside story that others don't know?"

"No way?" Zhang Xiaofen said confusedly: "I'm just a country man. I'm here to work in the city. People from relevant departments have told me about the case and I have also seen reports on TV."

After saying that, he took a few pieces of paper money that had been opened, put them in a basin, and added a flame that was about to be extinguished.

Perhaps the topic tonight was too heavy, which aroused Zhang Xiaofen's memory, and she slowly lowered her head.

The death of a daughter will be a fatal blow to mothers.

A white-haired man gives a black-haired man.

"You said, were the three college students from the news agency just now very simple and naive? Indeed, how could they know that people's hearts are sinister?" Su Qing spread his hands, supported the ground, and looked up at the sky: "The human hearts cannot be learned from books."

There are very few stars tonight, the moonlight is particularly white and very cold.

It is logical that this shouldn't be the case in August and September nights.

But the wind gradually blew on Sheng'an Street.

"You said, Song Qingru hated that gangster or murderer?" Su Qing turned his head, looked at Zhang Xiaofen beside him, and leaned over there, asking curiously: "Why don't you talk?"

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Xiaofen raised her head.

My eyes were still red, and the grief on that face had not yet dissipated.

But those eyes that have experienced vicissitudes are a bit different from what I just now.

"I'm wondering, would Song Qingru be killed by you?" Su Qing said straight to the point.

"How could you doubt me?" Zhang Xiaofen sniffed and breathed out.

"The album is very thick. There are many photos. If you look at it from the outside, you will probably think it is a record of a child's growth from childhood to adulthood. However, when you look at it, Song Qingru's height and figure did not change much. From the first album, it should be her sixteen or seven years old, right? It's all the way to the last one, but she looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old. I can guarantee that the first one will never last more than one year."

Su Qing sat upright and put his hands in his pocket. It seemed that this detective-like reasoning made him very energetic: "You think someone deliberately bought a photo album and took photos of his daughter. He spent a year preparing this evidence that could clear the suspicion. It made people feel that he is such a good mother. If the daughter dies, no one will suspect his mother."

"How can you slander people without any reason?" Zhang Xiaofen asked in anger.

Indeed, the murderer was arrested and the suspect was too much to suspect his mother.

"I don't think there is any slander, what do you think?" Su Qing turned his head and looked directly at the mother.

Swish!

Zhang Xiaofen shook and a cold light burst out from her sleeve.

Su Qing leaned back and avoided the cold light.

With the brightness of the moonlight, you can see that this cold light is a knife, which is sharp enough to allow a woman to hit an adult man with a fatal blow.

"Song Qingru, you are here."

Su Qing's eyes passed by Zhang Xiaofen. His words made Zhang Xiaofen lose his mind. He took the opportunity to extend his hand like lightning, just like taking something out of his bag and snatching away the knife.

Through Zhang Xiaofen's series of changes, Su Qing can be 100% sure that the murderer who killed the girl is really the girl's mother!

Click!

There was a chill like a strong wind sweeping over from the streets of Sheng'an Street with a huge resentment.

Then Su Qing and Zhang Xiaofen looked at a girl in black skirt in shock.

In a moment, I could only see black shadows in the distance. In a second, I stood near, only a foot away.

The girl's black hair is windless and her eyes are cold, which makes people think that the other party has crawled out of the Nine Nether Hell.

Danger!

Su Qing subconsciously took two steps back and put one hand in his pocket, where there was a blue talisman and four yellow talismans.

The other party is by no means an ordinary human.

Su Qing personally experienced this breath, this feeling, and this speed on the day the disaster came.

This girl turned out to be a mutant!

Have intelligence.

Generally, he is not bloody.

There is no life in his eyes, far beyond the mortal's ability.

All the signs are exactly in line with the girl in front of you.

Su Qing never thought that he had encountered a mutant after half a month before September 26th.

In other words, before the era of disaster came, the mutations survived with humans.

Could it be that the person selling pollutant on Sheng'an Street is the girl in front of her who doesn't even wear shoes?

"Song...Song Qingru, you are really not dead!"

Zhang Xiaofen's voice that was trembling so hard that she was speechless came from behind Su Qing.

Song Qingru!

Su Qing's heart was shocked again.

The sentence Song Qingru, you are here just now, just said it casually, just to attract Zhang Xiaofen's attention and take off the knife. The most important thing is to test Zhang Xiaofen's reaction.

As a result, he said casually and actually called out the girl killed by the criminals?

"Just just by using an album, do you suspect that this woman harmed me?"

Song Qingru tilted her head, ignored Zhang Xiaofen, but looked at Su Qing.

Because the other party's eyes were dead and without any emotional fluctuations, Su Qing could not tell the meaning of her asking this question.
Chapter completed!