Ling Fan looked at the photo in the newspaper and said, "But there's nothing surprising about this. It's just a murder case. The murderer just nailed the deceased to a cross. Our team is not responsible for this, right?"
Tianyu shook his head and said mysteriously: "If it is an ordinary murder case, of course it is not our business, but if someone tells you that the person who crucified this man was the legendary Lord Jesus, do you think this is strange?
Not under our control?"
This was so good that Ling Fan almost didn't scream out and said in surprise: "Lord Jesus?! Is he the Son of God we are talking about?!"
Tianyu didn't seem to hear Ling Fan's question. She took off her brown glasses and took out a small silver ornament from behind her collar, a delicate small silver cross.
"Eh? What a beautiful cross!" Ling Fan looked at the delicate little cross and praised it.
‘Huh? What a beautiful cross!’ One sentence brought Tianyu’s thoughts back to that dusk that she could never forget, and to the person who could never be erased.
That dusk was so red, and the sunset in the sky seemed to be burning like a flame. The small river under my feet was flowing. From time to time, a blue fish floated by, a small bubble appeared on the surface of the water, and then a leaf.
Landing on the water, the little fish swam away quickly.
She was sitting on the lawn under the river bank, wrapping a white bandage around her scratched hand. A case of "sorrowing spirits" had just been solved by her partner, and the murderer was subdued by her, but her hand was
The murderer's long fingernails were scratched.
The warm dusk wind blew, blowing her hair, and her black hair fluttered in the air like waves.
Suddenly, someone next to her left shoulder lightly touched her. She trembled slightly and looked to the left, but saw no one behind her left shoulder.
Just when she was about to look down at the injury on her hand, she saw a flash of silver light in front of her eyes, and a small jewelry appeared in front of her eyes.
"Eh? What a beautiful cross!" The small cross with the dazzling silver light immediately caught her attention. She immediately snatched the small cross from the man's hand, with a look of joy on her little face.
The injury on her hand seemed to have been forgotten by her.
"I really don't understand why you little girls are always interested in these flashing gadgets?" A man's voice was clear and clear like the wind. You didn't even need to look, just by hearing the voice you knew it was him.
With his gentle eyes, a vague smile that always curls up at the corner of his mouth, and his refreshing light blue shirt, like a gust of wind, he is Ling Feng.
"You need to take care of it!" Tian Yu pursed her lips towards Ling Feng, and then asked curiously: "Didn't you send the murderer back to the station? Why did he come back so soon?"
Ling Feng smiled and said: "Originally I was going to send him back, but I met a street vendor on the way, so I handed the murderer to the other brothers and ran to the small street vendor to take a look. Unexpectedly, I let him go
I found a good thing, so I brought it back to you, haha, what, do you like it?"
Tianyu nodded, held the small cross in front of his chest, and smiled sweetly: "I like it."
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"Hey, Tianyu, are you okay? What are you thinking about?" The same clear voice sounded in Tianyu's ears, but when she looked at the owner of the voice with a suspicious face, she found that the sound sounded different.
"I'm fine..." Tian Yu was stunned for a moment and quickly put the small cross back into his clothes. After taking a look at Ling Fan, he frowned and said coldly: "Who asked you to unbuckle your seat belt!?"
Ling Fan scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Well... I thought it made him panic, so I untied it to catch his breath."
"No, you have to buckle it up, otherwise what will happen if something happens?!" Tian Yu didn't wait for Ling Fan to reply, but went up and buckled his seat belt again with a click, but this time it was much looser than last time.
When Tianyu's hair crossed his face, a faint feeling floated into his heart. His face turned red without realizing it. He quickly picked up the newspaper and started reading it. After reading it for a long time, he realized that the newspaper was actually
He was knocked down by himself, so he quickly turned it over.
He put his mind on the newspaper, and a word came into his eyes, Bauhinia Garden?! Isn't this one of the best comprehensive universities in Hong Kong? Could this case be a murder that happened in the university?
?!Ling Fan retracted his thoughts and read the newspaper carefully. After reading for a long time, he only got two words: Disappointment!
Almost everything published in the newspaper, except for the date and the names of the people, was compiled by editors who love to engage in mysticism, such as four students setting up a magic circle in a church late at night, summoning Jesus to resurrect, etc. In short, it must be as bizarre as possible.
It was bizarre, and the result was that one of the four students died and three were injured. They also claimed that the police had not obtained any valuable clues so far, and then made a large number of special criticisms of the police's incompetence. In short, the reporter used the bizarre case to ridicule the government, etc.
Ling Fan has never been interested in politics, he is only interested in supernatural cases, and he also found out that the family background of the deceased in this case seems to be not simple, and it seems that he ran a jewelry store.
As he watched, Ling Fan felt tired. He felt that the words on the newspaper in front of him suddenly blurred, as if he had been splashed with a basin of water. Then he drooped his eyelids and fell asleep with his head tilted.
, he got up too early in the morning. He had never gotten up at eight o'clock on Sundays. How could he not be sleepy?
"Afan, wake up quickly. If you continue to sleep, you will be late."
Brother?! Isn’t this his brother’s voice?! Isn’t his brother dead?! A familiar voice came, and Ling Fan opened his eyes. The first thing that appeared in front of him was the snow-white ceiling. He was busy
Looking towards the door, he saw Ling Feng pushing the door open a crack and smiling at him gently: "Afan, it's time to come down for dinner. If you don't eat, the food will get cold."
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"Okay, brother!" Ling Fan confirmed that it was indeed his brother Ling Feng. He jumped up from the bed in excitement and ran out of the room without even wearing shoes. When he came to the living room, he saw Ling Feng was about to
The apron was taken off from his waist. When he saw Ling Fan running over, he knelt down and stroked Ling Fan's head. He smiled dotingly and said, "Brother made your favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes today."
"Wow, brother is so nice!" Ling Fan climbed up on the chair, and sure enough, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, full of color, flavor and flavor was placed on the table. When he was about to reach out and grab a piece to eat, he was gently patted by Ling Feng.
Then he raised his head and saw Ling Feng put his hands on his waist, pretending to be angry on his handsome face, and said: "Afan, you grabbed something to eat without washing your hands. Go and wash your hands quickly, and then eat with your brother."
"Okay, brother!" Ling Fan saluted Ling Feng, then ran into the bathroom, turned on the water faucet, and with a splash, the cool water flowed down. Ling Fan took a handful of water and wiped it on his face.
He was about to wipe his face with a towel, but his hand stopped in the air as if frozen. He was looking straight into the mirror, and a chubby little boy appeared in the mirror. The little boy in the mirror had big eyes.
Black and white were clear, but Ling Fan stared at Ling Fan outside the mirror with the same horror.
"What the hell is going on?! Why have I turned into a child again?!" Ling Fan hurriedly looked down at his hands. Sure enough, they were a pair of chubby little hands. He was so horrified that he backed away, but the ground became
Extremely unstable, he accidentally fell to the ground and hit his head heavily on the bathroom wall.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Ling Fan exclaimed in pain, holding his painful forehead tightly with both hands.
"Okay, don't sleep. We have arrived in Hong Kong. The plane is taxiing now. Don't move." Tian Yu's voice came. Ling Fan was stunned for a moment and quickly looked around. Sure enough, there was some laundry there.
In my hands, I had a close contact with the window just now. It seemed that everything was just a dream, a warm dream.
Ling Fan looked out the window and saw that the scenery outside was retreating quickly, and the tall buildings in the distance were also retreating quickly, but he had no intention of admiring the scenery of Hong Kong. He just thought about Ling Feng's appearance in his dream.
His brother seemed as if nothing had happened, as if he was still alive in the world, but Ling Fan knew that was no longer possible, because he saw his brother's body with his own eyes. Ling Feng was already dead. When he thought of this, Ling Fan
His mood became very bad, because until now, he still had not found any clues about his brother's death, except for the strange smell of flowers.
But all the unhappiness disappeared the moment Ling Fan stepped off the plane. Everything around him made this mainland compatriot who had just arrived in Hong Kong feel extremely surprised. When he saw the bright five-star red flag rising high in Hong Kong,
, an overwhelming sense of pride rose up, it turned out that after flying for so long, he was still on his own land, how good it was.
"Hey, why are you in a daze? Let's go quickly." Tian Yu pulled the suitcase and after a few steps, she found that Ling Fan had not followed.
Ling Fan hurriedly followed up and said with a smile: "I understand, Tianyu, please wait for me."
Just as the two of them were walking out of the airport exit, someone suddenly tapped Ling Fan on the shoulder. Ling Fan looked back and couldn't help but stop. He saw a beautiful girl looking at him with a smile.
He, Tian Yu, and the girl are about the same age as Ling Fan and Tian Yu, only twenty years old, with long black hair, long eyelashes slightly tilted upward, and thin lips that are always sweet.
The ground is raised, her petite figure is covered under a pink sportswear, and her whole body exudes an aura of sports and health.
"Hello, are you Mr. Ling Fan and Miss Chu Tianyu?" the girl asked politely speaking fluent Mandarin.