Chapter 12

In the evening, the sky was red, and the light on the ground gradually dimmed.

Su Yinyin walked in the alley with a meat grinder on her back. The bricks were uneven, and the red rope hanging from her neck with a yellow talisman swung left and right, and sweat dripped down. When she arrived at the place, Su Yinyin straightened up and reached out to knock on the small door.

The person who opened the door was a blind grandma, who stood at the threshold and reached out to feel around, "Yinyin? Is it Yinyin who's back?"

"Grandma." Su Yinyin went into the house and put the meat grinder on the ground, "It's getting dark, you should go back and have a rest, I still have to help grandpa push the cart back."

"Good boy." Grandma trembled and reached out to touch Su Yinyin's face, wiping her sweat with a handkerchief while smiling, "Grandma has stewed coriander and preserved egg fish soup, you'll have something to eat when you come back."

"Okay, grandpa likes coriander and preserved egg fish soup the most, he must be very happy when he comes back."

After saying that, Su Yinyin helped grandma into the house, and then turned around and went out again.

Su Yinyin's parents went to Hong Kong to work some time ago, and they were afraid of being alone at home and encountered a suspected stalking incident, so they moved to Austin to live with their grandparents.

Grandpa sold fish balls in Tsim Sha Tsui, and Su Yinyin often went to help after school.

It was completely dark, and dim lights were on the side of the street. Su Yinyin was worried that grandpa might fall, so she went through Kowloon Park to get there faster.

There were not many people in the park, and Su Yinyin was timid to begin with. She pursed her lower lip tightly, and her heart was beating like a drum.

Suddenly, the street lights on the gravel road flickered.

Su Yinyin didn't know why she felt a surge of fear in her heart. Just as she was about to run away, a pair of black leather gloves reached out from behind and covered Su Yinyin's mouth tightly.

"Wuwuwu..."

Su Yinyin's eyes suddenly widened, and she grabbed the other person's arm in fear and screamed in a muffled voice.

Seeing her struggling, the other party covered her face with one hand, put his other arm across her neck, and lifted her up with force.

Su Yinyin struggled hard, her feet getting farther and farther from the ground. Just when she was about to suffocate from lack of oxygen, the yellow talisman on her neck emitted a bright red light.

The other party suddenly released his strength and cursed.

Su Yinyin fell on the lawn, her legs kneeling on the wet soil. When she heard a familiar voice, she was stunned for a moment, then screamed for help, quickly crawled forward and ran out of the park, not forgetting to look back.

The other party was wearing a black sweatshirt with a hood covering the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face was covered by a mask. Looking at the increasing number of people, he turned around and walked away.

Su Yinyin ran to the street. She was so scared that she sat on the ground and trembled. After the shock, tears began to flow.

She held the talisman in front of her chest in fear. When she felt the empty space where the talisman was originally located, she looked down and found that there was no talisman left. There was only a bare red rope and some black and gray talisman paper left at the clavicle.

Her mind went blank and she suddenly remembered what Chu Yueqing said.

- It is not suitable to tell fortunes today.

- Come back tomorrow.

Su Yinyin remembered that a classmate once told her that there are three things that a true master of metaphysics will not count when telling fortunes, and one of them is that it does not count people who are about to die.

The tragic death of Ah Xiang with bruises all over her body emerged one after another.

Survivor.

Su Yinyin covered the remaining talisman ashes tightly with her hands, buried her head in her knees and burst into tears.

She couldn't imagine what would have happened to her if she hadn't escaped successfully just now.

The lights in Kowloon City Police Station were brightly on.

The four members of the Serious Crime Unit D were still discussing the case in the office.

Shi Boren looked at the whiteboard full of key points, feeling dizzy, "One case is not finished, and another one comes. The human skin corpse case hasn't been solved yet, and there is another female corpse in Cheung Sha Wan. These criminals are really endless no matter how hard we try."

Zhou Fengxu glanced at him.

Shi Boren coughed lightly and changed the subject, "But with our wise and brave Brother Xu, any criminal will be afraid of our D team."

He stood up and walked to the whiteboard, pointing at a clue, pretending to be positive, "Huang Xiang was tortured to death. The bruises on his neck are so deep, which means the murderer must be very strong and strong."

Zhou Fengxu's eyes were dark. He had been tortured by the human skin case and had not slept for two days. When he thought he could focus on the human skin case, another case appeared.

The female corpse in Cheung Sha Wan was full of difficulties. The murderer had a strong sense of anti-detection. Except for semen and stains, no fingerprints were left.

Zhou Fengxu wore a white T-shirt and supported the table behind him with his slender hands.

He stared at the whiteboard.

"When Huang Xiang was murdered, there were signs of a lot of struggle. We always thought that the murderer was acting randomly. But, we might have been wrong from the beginning."

"Uncle Zhong, what progress have you made there?" Zhou Fengxu looked at another person.

"All the boys who had had sexual relations with Huang Xiang have been called back for interrogation. Nothing has been found yet." Luo Qizhong shook his head.

Gan Yizu looked at the close-up photo of the body on the whiteboard, and couldn't help but vomiting in the trash can next to him.

Luo Qizhong reached out to pat his back, and Gan Yizu turned his head away from the trash can, "Thank you."

"This is how newcomers are at first, you'll get better if you watch more." Luo Qizhong is an elder after all, so he will be more tolerant when comforting people.

Gan Yizu went to see, "Uncle Zhong, when you first started as a detective, did you also vomit when you saw a corpse?"

Luo Qizhong has been a detective for decades, and he will never forget the first time he saw a corpse. "Which newcomer doesn't vomit? They are not cold-blooded animals."

Gan Yizu carefully looked at Zhou Fengxu who was sitting in the middle seat, "Did Zhou Shazhan also have this physiological reaction when he was a newcomer?"

"Brother Xu is a little different." Shi Boren smiled and continued, "He has always been cold-blooded, how could he have this physiological reaction."

"Brother Xu and I were in the same class. He had just joined the Serious Crime Unit and didn't know how powerful he was. You know the human meat barbecued pork buns? When the murderer was caught, there were still a lot of human tissues in the kitchen that had not been cleaned up. The old detectives didn't dare to go in. Brother Xu was a newcomer at the time, so he didn't have to prepare himself mentally before going in."

Gan Yizu listened without blinking, and immediately cast an admiring gaze at the man.

Why is the gap between people so big?

Shi Pingzhi had just come out of the interrogation room and saw that the lights in the Serious Crime Unit D were still on. He pushed the door open and said, "Brother, why haven't you finished work yet?"

Seeing his younger brother coming over, Shi Boren waved to him. After the man came over, he put his hand on Shi Pingzhi's shoulder and smiled, "I heard from Craig that you helped solve a drug trafficking case when you just went to O.J. That's great! I'll rely on you in the future."

Shi Pingzhi suddenly felt a lot of pressure, "Don't joke, it's harder to get promoted in O.J. than CID."

Zhou Fengxu also came over and patted Shi Pingzhi on the shoulder, "Don't listen to your brother's nonsense. O.J. is facing criminals involved in organized crime. The opponents can shoot at any time. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Safety is the most important thing."

"Brother Xu, you speak the truth." Shi Pingzhi shook his shoulders and threw the old man's hand down.

Gan Yizu was curious: "Brother Zhi, when you went to catch Bai and Powder today, did anything interesting happen?"

"Interesting?" Shi Pingzhi thought of something that he had been thinking about and puzzled about for the whole afternoon, "It's not interesting, but it's really weird. Before catching Bai and Powder, he went to have his fortune told, and the fortune teller calculated that he was selling Bai and Powder, and also calculated that we were waiting to catch him." "

So exaggerated?" Shi Boren couldn't help but think of the last coffin nail suicide incident, and went to see Zhou Fengxu, "Didn't Uncle Jian also reveal that he went to have his fortune told last time?"

As soon as the voice fell.

The phone in the corner of the office rang. Gan Yizu, who was close by, answered the call and looked at the sergeant, "EV Lin Sir said that there was a police report in Kowloon Park that might be related to the Cheung Sha Wan crime, and asked us to go there."

The worrying case had another clue.

When the four arrived at the scene.

Su Yinyin, who was in a trance, was being watched by her anxious grandparents.

"What was the situation at the scene?" Zhou Fengxu asked first.

Lin Sir held the police helmet in his arms, and told her how Su Yinyin was almost killed. He pointed at Su Yinyin's neck and said, "There is also a bruise here."

Zhou Fengxu saw the familiar bruise, his eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his ID to the distraught Su Yinyin, "Please come back to the police station with us and tell us in detail how she was killed." After he

finished speaking,

Zhou Fengxu turned his head and said, "Boren."

"Brother Xu." Shi Boren responded.

"Contact the forensic department to work overtime and let them see the bruise."

"No problem." Shi Boren immediately took out his call machine.

In the middle of the night, the man's heavy breathing sounded in the corridor. After reaching the third floor, he reached out and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Li, who opened the door, was wearing a coat and looked at the man with sleepy eyes, "Ah Rong? Why are you back today?"

The tall and mighty middle-aged man with a full beard said, "I haven't been back to see mom for a long time, and I forgot to bring my keys, so I troubled mom to help me open the door."

After that, Li Zhirong came into the room, helped Mrs. Li cover her coat, and showed concern: "How was it, did you sleep well today, and did you have nightmares?"

Mrs. Li was comforted by her adopted son's filial piety and patted his shoulder, "No, I went to bed at eight o'clock today, and I haven't had any dreams so far."

In the past, when the situation was serious, she would start to have nightmares as soon as it got dark and she would go to bed at seven or eight o'clock.

Ever since Xing Xing helped her break the evil peach blossom, she really hasn't had nightmares. Seeing that she was fine, A Shanpo took a taxi back to Kowloon Tong.

"Gone?" Li Zhirong frowned, but then reacted quickly and pretended to be relieved, "It's good that it's gone. I told you not to be superstitious. You won't have nightmares when the psychological effect is gone."

Mrs. Li knew very well that her adopted son didn't like superstitious things, so she didn't explain anything.

Li Zhirong helped him into the bedroom, and his eyes immediately went to the peach blossom on the windowsill. Seeing that there was only a potted plant left there, he said in a deep voice: "Where's the peach blossom!"

The voice was like a thunderclap in the ground.

Mrs. Li was startled by the evil voice.

"The peach blossom has withered."

"Impossible." Li Zhirong denied it directly.

"It's really withered. Now is not the season for peach blossoms. It may be that the soil and water of Hong Kong are not compatible." Mrs. Li tried her best to cover it up.

Sure enough, Li Zhirong stopped talking.

Just when Mrs. Li thought that the matter was over and was about to go to bed. When Li Zhirong went out and came back, he was holding a potted plant with peach blossoms. He put it on the balcony with a sullen face, then picked up the empty potted plant, looked at Mrs. Li, and smiled.

"It would look better if you put a peach blossom here."

Mrs. Li looked at Li Zhirong, whose expression changed drastically, and was so scared that she trembled all over.

Ah Rong... do you really know nothing?

Li Zhirong closed the bedroom door, and his face, which was originally smiling, immediately sank, and a pair of black leather gloves were thrown on the table.

"Huff, huff, huff--"

He panted .

The black sweater was thrown on the ground.

He pushed open the closet, took out a piece of clothing and put it on, then fell heavily onto the bed.

With a snap,

the lights went out, the night fell, and everything returned to silence.