As for the confession of the old man who is the housekeeper of Building 6 of Fuk Oi Estate, since the detectives believe that he called the police because he found that Mr. and Mrs. Fang had not left the house for a long time, the midnight phone call in the confession became a fabrication.

The case of the corpse and the case of the house annihilation have been completely reenacted and can be perfectly closed. No one should care about the old man's obsession with ghost calls in the future. It is probably just a cry from the bored old man to the society because he is craving for attention.

But Fang Zhenyue is not a person who will be confused by some "irrelevant" information. He asked his friends in the Communications Technology Department to help him investigate the phone number that the old man who is the housekeeper of Building 6 of Fuk Oi Estate called the housekeeper's counter number during the time period mentioned by him.

It turns out that such midnight calls really exist. They come from public telephones near the intersection of Keelung Street and Guilin Street in Sham Shui Po, and public telephones near the intersection of Huayuan Street and Prince Edward Road West Street.

They are 800 meters and 1,600 meters away from Fuk Oi Estate respectively...

Fang Zhenyue parked his car on the side of the road, walked to the intersection of Huayuan Street and Prince Edward Road West Street, found the telephone booth where one of the calls was broadcast, and walked around it.

The night wind was very cold. He zipped up his coat to the top, wrapped his chin with the collar, and then felt satisfied.

There were no clues near the telephone booth. Even if there were fingerprints and other evidence left on such a public telephone built in Sham Shui Po, I am afraid it has been covered up now.

He looked up and took a breath of the cool night air, thinking: It's probably time to wear a woolen coat soon, it's so cold...

...

...

The four members of the Yi family closed the store and returned to their new home. When they crossed the road to the pedestrian street, there was a small fence that was higher than the knees.

Everyone walked around the small fence for several meters before they realized that the eldest sister Yi Jiayi had not kept up.

The three siblings turned around and saw Jiayi taking a few steps back to run up, and then quickly jumped over the fence.

After successfully jumping over, she took another step back to run up and jumped back.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Jiaru looked at the agile elder sister and wanted to give her two words: naughty.

"Jumping over the railing is a must-have skill for detectives. Practice it when you have nothing to do." Jiayi jumped back and forth twice, and Jiajun and Jiaru also joined the ranks of jumping over the railing.

Little Jiajun was limited by his height, so he was slow in his jumps and was very dissatisfied.

Although Jiaru was a little girl, she had good motor skills. After following her elder sister in jumping a few times, her movements became smooth.

Such iron fences can be seen everywhere in Hong Kong. They are the fences separating people going up and down stairs, the fences separating people on the road, the fences separating pedestrians and vehicles, etc. They are all

above the knee, made of iron, and fixed on the concrete road or concrete steps. With a light push, you can jump over. Even boys and girls like Jiaru and Jiajun can jump over them without any danger.

"I can be a detective, too." After completing a perfect jump, Jiaru raised her arms high and signaled to her family like a gymnast completing a competition perfectly in the Olympics.

"This is just one of the necessary skills to be a detective. Other skills include climbing over walls, jumping out of windows, jumping into the sea to chase people, beating people up in the sea, and some secret stalking..." Jiayi listed them all. "

Big sister, it doesn't sound like something a good person would do." Jiaru frowned, expressing doubt.

"Hahaha..." Yi Jiadong leaned against the wall to watch the excitement and couldn't help laughing.

The three siblings played for a while and finally ranked them. Yi Jiayi undoubtedly won first place, and the short-legged Jiajun won the bronze medal.

"You are bullying the little ones!" Jiajun protested, "When I grow up and am taller than you, I can win first place."

"Be bullied for a few more years, little one." Yi Jiadong pressed his big hand on his head and turned to take his brothers and sisters home.

Jiaru also imitated her big brother, walked behind Jiajun, and rubbed her brother's head with her big hand.

"Don't touch my head." Jiajun protested with his fists raised high.

Jiayi walked at the end, and she started laughing as she watched her younger brother and sister laughing non-stop.

She wanted to imitate the relaxed and happy walking posture of the characters in cartoons, with her arms behind her head, her body leaning back and striding forward, but she found that walking like this was not comfortable at all.

She was just like a boy shooting a basketball while walking. She couldn't help laughing at her sudden whim, and hurriedly let her arms hang at her sides, straightened her body and walked normally.

The autumn wind blew, and her short hair was lifted up. Jiayi suddenly wanted to wear a skirt.

After two days off, she would wear a long skirt to buy autumn clothes.

That's great, the change of seasons is a reasonable reason to buy a lot. And after getting the bounty of the robbery king, she can go shopping. You can buy a small vest for your younger brother, match it with a beautiful sweater, shirt and small tie, and he will look very handsome.

You can also buy a nice and comfortable velvet shirt for your older brother. If your older brother likes to get dirty, then buy gray and black, and he will look very stylish.

For Jiaru, buy a long pleated skirt, match it with Mary Jane black leather shoes and white socks, a white sweater and a plaid sweater vest, and tie a bow, and she will look as pretty as a doll.

Well, you can also dress up the cold white handsome brother Sun Xin and the young boy Ding Baoshu.

Haha, in this way, they will become a beautiful man and beautiful woman ice house, I wonder if it will affect the turnover.

With strange smiles on their faces, the family of four walked through the alley into the Yongfa Garden community. Stepping onto the smooth stone path, Jiajun found a little wild cat, muttering "Mimi" and jogging after it, with his small leather shoes making a clacking sound on the stone path.

Along with the idle chat of his eldest brother and Jiaru, the happiest melody in the world was playing.

If the baby call at the waist had not suddenly screamed, everything that night would have been so beautiful.

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...

After saying goodbye to Fang Zhenyue, Sanfu walked into his own community.

When he stood downstairs and looked up, the window representing his home was dark and surrounded by other small yellow warm light boxes, which seemed particularly deserted.

He stomped his feet twice on the spot and simply ran around the community.

One lap, two laps, and more than a kilometer. He had already exceeded the distance from Yi Ji Ice House to his home before he slowed down to a walk.

If Fang Zhenyue knew, he would regret driving Sanfu, wasting time and gas: "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to run earlier? Why don't you just run home from Yi Ji? You're wasting your dad's gas money."

Thinking of Brother Yue's possible reaction, Sanfu smiled to himself, fanned himself with his coat to cool himself down after running, and then turned to his own building.

But just after turning and taking two steps, the baby call at his waist rang.

He let go of his fan jacket, took off his pager and turned it on. He walked to the street light and checked:

[One person died in the alley near the intersection of Tai Nan Street and Shek Kip Mei Street in Sham Shui Po. Lin Wangjiu...]

Sanfu's pupils suddenly shrank. While reading the limited text on the BB call, he ran again in the night wind.

The sweat on his body had not yet dried. As he ran, he shivered involuntarily in the cold wind. But the cold did not stop him. Instead, he ran faster and faster.

There was no car on the road, so Sanfu could only run all the way. It was nearly 20 minutes later when he arrived in Sham Shui Po.

The alley extending downwards had been cordoned off in front and behind. A police car turned off the siren, leaving only the red □□ circling and flashing.

Sanfu threw himself on the police car, holding the wall with one hand and covering his chest with the other. He was breathing heavily while his eyes were still darting around. When he saw Jiushu sitting on the stairs with his eyes half closed, he suddenly exhaled, closed his eyes and frowned, and slowly swallowed his heart back into his stomach.

When he saw Jiayi breaking the cordon and walking to the police car to get mineral water, Sanfu panted and asked:

"What's going on? Who died?"

Jiayi looked at Sanfu with a sullen face for a few seconds, and then whispered: "Ximing."

"?" Sanfu stared in disbelief.

There is no one who is familiar with Jiushu who doesn't know Ximing.

He was the one who directly led to Jiushu's demotion and made Jiushu's partner no longer be a front-line detective.

Ximing has always been a knot buried in Jiushu's heart. Everyone thought he died a long time ago...

How could it be Ximing?

Wait, Sanfu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Jiayi, then looked at Uncle Jiu who was sitting on the steps in the distance with his head bowed, and then looked at the body lying on the side of the steps surrounded by the forensic officer Sir Xu and others...

With his eyes wide open and his brows furrowed, Sanfu murmured:

"Ximing is dead? Then... who is the murderer?"

Jiayi held two bottles of mineral water in her hands and prepared to walk back to the cordon of the crime scene. When she heard Sanfu's question, she stopped and turned back.

The cold light of the crescent moon and the extremely penetrating yellow light of the street lamp blended and sprinkled, illuminating Jiayi's face with a clear boundary between light and dark. As a result, the policewoman's facial features appeared more three-dimensional, and her expression when she frowned and looked down was more solemn.

Sanfu opened his lips, but suddenly could not ask any more questions. He took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and followed Jiayi.

He raised the cordon, entered the room with his back bent, and headed straight to the crime scene.