When Zhang Yichi woke up again, it was already Friday afternoon.
He is still dizzy now, and he only remembers drinking a lot of wine last night.
It is quite crazy to dance in the world of reincarnation. Especially since Zhang Yichi has never been to a bar and rarely drinks. After doing this, it is another day in vain.
"Fuck." He couldn't help but screamed.
I really believed the unpredictable nonsense about how to think better after relaxing. I drank it and lay there for almost a day. Now my brain is still so dizzy that I can’t concentrate on thinking.
There was no one in the room, Zhang Yichi simply washed up and went out.
"Hello? Where are you?" Zhang Yichi called Mo Chou.
"Internet cafe." The voice on the other end was a little noisy, "Don't worry, I'm on leave today. You can sleep peacefully."
Zhang Yichi was furious: "It's okay to ask for leave in your bureau, but what about the mission? If you delay it for one day, you will lose one day. My head is still dizzy now, and I guess I won't gain anything today. After all, there are less than three days left.
God, why do you still look so idle?"
"As for the case, don't worry, I already have an idea and I will definitely solve it tomorrow." Mo Zhi said confidently.
"If you have any ideas, tell me."
"I'm playing a game here. Let's meet up and chat during dinner in the evening. Let's not talk about it now. The game is on."
The phone was hung up.
Zhang Yichi was messy in the wind.
When he was on the phone with Mo Zhi, he was in a trance for a moment, feeling that they were not in the world of reincarnation, but were living an ordinary life in reality.
The most confusing thing about this person is that in the world of reincarnation, even if there are tasks, his pace of life is not much different from that in the real world. I really don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but now he is with Mobi
Zhang Yichi, who was forming the team, was in a panic.
Although Mu Zhi said that he had an idea and promised to solve the case, Zhang Yichi was still worried and decided to go out and look for clues.
Because he was still confused, he didn't dare to drive, so he took a taxi and accidentally arrived at the shopping mall where Zhong Mingya jumped from the building.
This place belongs to the downtown area, and when he arrived here it was almost evening, and there were more people.
Neon lights flashed and pedestrians passed by him in a hurry.
He looked at the place where Zhong Mingya jumped down.
Just like the place where Chen Chen jumped in the school, it was very clean and it was impossible to tell that anyone had jumped from here.
This made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if the last pool of blood was gone, which was equivalent to erasing the last trace of a person's existence.
"Hey, what do you do?" The mall security guard saw Zhang Yichi standing here for a long time, so he went over and asked.
"Do you know how many people have died here in the past few days?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"I know." The security guard said. If it weren't for the death of someone here, he wouldn't pay attention to Zhang Yichi. "What are you doing standing here?"
Zhang Yichi showed his police officer ID card.
When the security guard saw it, he apologized to Zhang Yichi sheepishly and continued to stand guard.
Zhang Yichi lit a cigarette and stood there staring at the place where Zhong Mingya jumped down. The sounds of pedestrians and cars converged and became noisy. In an instant, he seemed to hear what Zhong Mingya was listening to before he died.
If you arrive.
"Dance quickly! Are you scared?"
"Haha, it's really interesting. If you take a photo and post it online, it will definitely go viral..."
"To attract people's attention? Just dance if you can! Are you pretending to be depressed again?"
"Crack!"
Zhong Mingya's fragile body hit the cold ground.
Zhang Yichi took a step back and bumped into a pedestrian.
"Walking without eyes?" the pedestrian said dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry." Zhang Yichi apologized quickly.
Zhang Yichi had just sunk so deep that he imagined Zhong Mingya falling in front of him, and Zhang Yichi was startled.
"Hiss...hoo..." A chill rose from Zhang Yichi's feet. He slightly curled his neck and blew out a puff of smoke.
At this time, his cell phone rang.
"Hello."
"I, where are you now?"
"Shopping mall, come here and have dinner here tonight."
The call was from Mo Zhi. Zhang Yichi hung up the phone after telling him his location.
After waiting there for a short time, Mo Zhi drove over.
"Let's go in and eat." Mo Zhi parked the car, walked up to Zhang Yichi and said, "The third floor of this mall is for restaurants. Let's see if there is anything delicious."
"What ideas do you have?" Zhang Yichi asked as he walked.
"Talking while eating, why are you in a hurry?" Mo Zhi said.
The two took the escalator to the third floor. Zhang Yichi didn't have any taboos, so he chose a Teppanyaki restaurant.
"Tell me about it?" The chef was stirring the ingredients. Zhang Yichi took a sip of warm water and couldn't help but ask.
"Okay, let's talk about it." Mo Zhi took off his coat, "I thought about the mission introduction carefully and felt that there is a mystery hidden in the mission introduction. Do you still remember the 'same murderer'? Or the Chinese culture is profound and profound. Look at this
We really have to think carefully about these four words."
"You mean you tested the wrong question?"
Mo Zhi ordered a glass of white wine, took a small sip, and said, "Tsk, that's what you mean."
"The same murderer..." Zhang Yichi thought for a while, "Do you think something is wrong?"
"If the murderer is the same person, then the mission introduction should be, the same murderer." When he mentioned the word "a", Mu Bo increased his voice to highlight the specialness of this word.
"...It sounds far-fetched...You should just state your conclusion directly."
"Oh." Mo Zhi said, "I think this same murderer might be an organization, or even not a human being at all."
"Haha." Zhang Yichi picked up the water glass and took another sip of water.
One look at Zhang Yichi's appearance showed that he didn't believe it. "No, think about it for yourself. Is there something fishy about this mission introduction? The same murderer, the same murderer, the same murderer, the same murderer..."
"Stop it." Zhang Yichi felt like he was listening to a monk chanting sutras. "What you explained is still far-fetched. And do you think the mission is just playing with our words?"
"Then you can't say for sure, otherwise this case could go on for four days without even a trace of the murderer?" Mo Xu said, "With my IQ and your IQ, we can't solve it, so the designation is not our problem.
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"Are you blaming the person who asked the question again?"
"What if?"
"You still don't think so?" Zhang Yichi kicked his nose in confusion, "It's a disco and there's something wrong with the mission introduction? Do you really think it's a joke? You can just spend a day doing disco and lie dead.
It’s so relaxing, almost to death.”
Mu Zhi retorted: "I asked you to dance, but I didn't ask you to drink either."
"Holy shit?"
"Is that right? You want to drink it yourself, and you will blame me when you finish it?" After talking to Zhang Yichi, he saw that Zhang Yichi was speechless and said, "Of course the mission introduction cannot be wrong, I just think it is possible.
It's because we understood it wrong, that's why we spent so much time and still made no progress."