Chang Yong is a police officer in Jingzhao Mansion. He is just a police officer, but he has been very busy during this period, but there is still no clue about the case of the missing child in the alley near Yangskin Street. This makes
He was very annoyed, and had no way to vent his anger. He could only drag his exhausted body out to look for clues one after another. The superiors had already spoken, and if the case was not solved in the near future, they would all be packed up and gone. He wanted to do something
Chang Yong was an excellent police officer, so it was understandable that he was anxious. It was okay to just pack up and get out, but his dream of becoming a policeman who could solve crimes like a god might come to nothing.
It’s not that he doesn’t work hard. He works a thousand or even ten thousand times harder than other detectives. It’s not that he lacks experience. He has been doing this job longer than the current detectives. His colleagues are promoted and transferred.
He was transferred and moved around, but he still insisted on staying in this position where he didn't get anything for anything. But these could not destroy his belief in becoming an outstanding detective. With his stubborn nature, he always believed that he had the ability to be a good detective.
God-like catching potential.
There are still no clues. The murderer is too cunning. He squatted in the alley near the Sheepskin Street for several nights. The north wind was like a knife, blowing out several more cracks in his broad chest and his face.
There were even bloodstains on his face. But the murderer seemed to know where he was staying, but he didn't make any move, so that he had done nothing in the past few nights. During the day, he would turn into an ordinary passerby on Sheepskin Street.
I wandered around, but still didn't find a single suspicious person. They were all permanent residents here. There were also some passers-by who came and went in a hurry. Those passers-by didn't even stay for a moment, so they had no time to commit crimes.
Originally, this area in the west of the city was full of white households, people selling small stalls, and there were no relatively wealthy families at all. However, the child was lost due to the neglect of Jingzhao Mansion. One child, two children.
The name is fair enough, but seven or eight children were lost in a row, some girls and some boys, all about 70 to 80 years old. Whenever I walked on this sheepskin street, I would hear some crying and shouting.
His family members were crying so hard that it was almost impossible to hold back the tears. His nose was sore several times, and he was afraid of coming to this Sheepskin Street.
There were no clues or traces. I asked the neighbors nearby and they all said they had never seen any strangers. They also found the gangsters who were hanging around here, and they didn't know anything about it. They even arrested him.
Several gangsters went to jail, but they couldn't find out anything at all. The other party didn't do anything at all, and they swore on their eighteenth generation ancestors. There was no evidence and no children could be found, so Chang Yong had to let them go again.
.Succumbing to beatings is the last resort, something he has always despised. What he wants is to find the real culprit and bring him to justice.
Is he really going to follow the orders of his superiors and arrest a few scoundrels to charge him with several crimes? A nameless fire surged in his heart, but he was powerless, which made him very discouraged. He could not catch the murderer, but he had to
Innocent people were beaten into submission, which went against his original intention, making him feel even more cold as ice on this cold winter morning.
When the night vented its last gleam of paint, it gradually moved away, revealing a light like a fish's white belly in the sky, and the black clouds became thinner at this time. The billowing clouds surged and began to change.
A thin white glow formed on the clouds. The white glow clouds blended with the dark night, which had not completely faded away, and turned into a light lead color.
At this time, there were pedestrians on Sheepskin Street. They braved the biting cold wind and walked out of their homes to start their busy day again. The dim and worn-out lanterns were lit in front of whose doors, and whose stalls were lit up.
There was still a thick smell of oil smoke, and the woman of some house was still watching her husband's departure in front of the door.
It was at this time that Chang Yong appeared on Yangpi Street. The street was silent at this time, and there were few people in the dim light. There were only his footsteps that were as heavy as his heart. There were no crying and yelling.
, there was only the biting cold wind like the first light. He kicked a stone away from his feet, and suppressed the violent anger in his heart, forcing himself to slow down. I hope he can get some clues today.
I was thinking like this in my heart.
There is still the steaming steamed bun shop next to the street. The old man with a pockmarked face is staring at the fire carefully, fearing that the steamed buns will be too old when the fire is strong, and he is afraid that the steamed buns will be too old when the guests come when the fire is low.
It wasn't steamed. The old man at the bun shop was still like that, squinting his eyes. He didn't notice until the customer came up to him.
"Oh, this is not Mr. Chang, you are still investigating the case so early. Thank you for your hard work, here are some hot buns, I guarantee you will be hotter than the breasts of the girl in Qingyu Tower. If it is not hot, there is no charge.
Hey, do you want one?" The old man from the bun shop opened his mouth in the same tone, and it didn't change at all. When he saw the guests arriving, the pockmarks on his face were still as tight as pockmarks, and they were all over his face bit by bit.
That pine skin-like face.
"Really? It's not hot and you don't need money." Chang Yong saw the flattering smile of the old man from the bun shop and asked quietly. How could he be in the mood to eat buns at this time? Who has seen him in the past few days?
I've eaten a complete bowl of rice. Besides, it's still a little early to have breakfast.
"Really, it's steamier than steamed buns. It's not hot and doesn't cost any money." The old man said seriously, looking at Chang Yong who was wearing the soap blue public uniform of the Jingzhao Mansion police officer with hopeful eyes. It was early in the morning.
When I got there, that old Bei Feng was more powerful than his mother's knife. It made my old face black and blue. No matter what, you should say hello to the first guest you meet.
"Okay, give me a lukewarm one. You said it won't cost you money. It just so happened that I was in a hurry today and didn't bring any money." Chang Yong also said seriously, and after speaking, he stretched out his hand in an exaggerated way.
He raised his left hand and waited for the old man's buns.
The old man from Baozipu didn't expect that the other party would come to him like this. He was stunned for a moment. He couldn't answer the other party at all. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but found that the policeman let out a long laugh and walked away with a smile.
His face turned away, and his eyes fell on the steaming steamer. His eyes were surprisingly solemn, and he didn't know what the old man was thinking.
After teasing the old man at the bun shop, Chang Yong seemed to be in a much better mood, and he was no longer so nervous about the case. If he could break it, he would break it, but if he couldn't, he would just pack up and get out. When he thought of this,
, his mood suddenly became more enlightened, and everything in front of him seemed to become brighter and brighter again.
All the way forward from Baozi Pu, the end of Yangskin Street is Buyi Lane. In the past, he had never considered this forgotten alley. After all, he had to pass the one, two or three acres of pond, and it was said that in the pond
Countless ghosts are buried deep in it. It is said that a large gang was wiped out overnight, and no one was left alive. It is this pond where dozens of heroic spirits are buried. Some people also say that it was a palace dispute, stained with blood.
After walking down the Sheepskin Street, all the dead corpses were thrown into this pond. In short, there were some unyielding heroes buried in this pond, and gusts of dark wind gathered on this pond, circling and wandering.
It has been several years, but there is no sign of dispersal.
Chang Yong walked beside the pond and felt a creepy feeling in his heart. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, this place was definitely much more spooky and terrifying than other places. Especially now when day and night alternate. There were gusts of cold wind.
What whizzed past the pond was like a spooky howl. It made his scalp numb. After hesitating for a few breaths, he still stepped forward.
He casually looked at the pond with his eyes, and saw a light mist lingering in the pond, like a spooky and terrifying forest palace. He couldn't help but shudder, and there was a cold, whooshing feeling on his back.
The hand holding the saber hanging on his waist felt beads of sweat appear, and there was also a slight glimmer of ice on his forehead.
With the help of the faint light, the mist curled up, sometimes turning into ferocious ghosts, sometimes turning into enchanting fairies, which made his nerves tense all of a sudden. He just wanted to speed up and walk through
The pond, but he seemed to feel that his original intention was to walk slowly. This strong sense of contradiction made him feel confused all of a sudden. And his tense nerves couldn't help but become even more nervous, so confused.
of a meal.
When his eyes stared at the pond again, Chang Yong's face suddenly turned pale. As his gaze went away, he saw a black shadow floating on the pond, and then he saw another, two black shadows, and then
He turned his eyes and saw two other two figures on the other side of the pond. A total of four black figures floated on the surface of the pond, motionless. As the mist of the pond twisted, the four black figures
The black shadows flickered in and out, like four avenged ghosts trying to break out of the pond.
Chang Yong's face became paler and paler, and these four black shadows were lingering in his mind like four ghosts. The sudden abnormality made his body tremble inexplicably, and he subconsciously took a step back.
, cold sweat broke out all over his body, the cold air went straight to his bone marrow, and he could hardly hold the saber in his hand.
But he was a detective after all, and he forcibly put aside the panic in his heart. He once again fixed his gaze on a black shadow, and found that it was just a piece of clothing floating on the pond. And he overturned it again.
Based on my own judgment, how could a piece of clothing float on the pond for no reason, and four of them appeared at once?
Feeling something was wrong, Chang Yong took a step forward, hoping to see the four pieces of clothing in more detail. He gradually moved closer to a piece of clothing floating on the water. When he saw the clothing clearly,
As if he had been struck by lightning, his mind went blank. The trembling hand holding the knife shook violently, and his eyes showed a solemn light. At this time, he had already abandoned the fear of the pond, and was paralyzed by fear.
It made him tremble all over, his purple lips were bitten tightly by him, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Because what he saw was not a piece of clothing, but a corpse. Due to the element of light, he could only see a piece of clothing floating on the water at first. When he got closer, he found that it was hidden under the clothing.
A human head was raised above the water. The water under the pale face turned dark. The face had been soaked in water for a long time and was beginning to show signs of ulceration.
Chang Yong retreated from the shore. He exhaled heavily. He felt as if his chest was blocked by something, and a strong indignation surged out from the bottom of his heart. Four corpses, four lives, although
He hasn't fished out the four corpses yet, and he hasn't confirmed the identities of the four corpses yet, but a huge wave has set off in his heart. At the same time, the blood in his body has begun to boil. The case before him
It is simply more exciting than the case of the missing child. If he solves this case, then he will be a veritable arrester with a knife.
The sky in the winter morning gradually began to light up. The gray light came slowly like the half-hidden beauty. The wind was mixed with an inexplicable aura. And the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.
They stood up, but no one noticed the Jingzhao Mansion police officers standing beside the pond. Their eyes had never crossed the pond.
Chang Yong breathed in the cold wind, exhaling layers of white mist from his mouth, and his heart kept pounding like he met the woman he fell in love with for the first time. There was excitement in his blood, and he could hold the sword in his hand.
He tightened his grip and calmed down his mood. His brows were furrowed tightly. The frown actually made him look more handsome and powerful.
Standing by the pond, Chang Yong sorted out his thoughts. Now he still has many doubts. The four corpses have not been recovered yet, and their identities have not been confirmed. Are these four corpses related to the case of the missing child?
They are involved. As a detective with many years of experience in handling cases, he feels that this case is definitely not an ordinary murder case. Perhaps these four corpses are really closely related to the case of the missing child. He even thinks that the case of the missing child is also involved.
With some ulterior secrets, all the strange mysteries may be about to be revealed.