Tai Po was called "Da Bu" in the Song Dynasty, which means to stride forward and escape from wild beasts, and then extended to a good omen of "seeking good fortune and avoiding evil".

To be more precise, in Lingnan, "Bu" also means ferry or pier. Tai Po is adjacent to the sea in the east, so it is called "Da Bu" and can also be interpreted as "big pier", which is very appropriate.

Wang Jiewang took everyone to eat. On the way, Sir Qian and Sir Wang fought for the right to pay the bill. Qian Peirang wanted to treat Jiayi, and Wang Jiewang wanted to treat Brother Yue, each of them had their own insistence.

Jiayi didn't care. She was just a diner tonight, so she took this rare time to rest her brain and empty herself.

When passing by the Tai Po Wenwu Temple, she even muttered in a daze, "It's so lively here."

Sir Wang then took the time to introduce the origin of this place to her, and sighed, "The Wenwu Temple has ensured the prosperity of nearby restaurants, but it has not stopped the evil spirits from committing crimes in Tai Po."

Jiayi happened to see the four characters [永佑太和] on the temple gate and could not help but remain silent.

Where the gods cannot bless, we have to work hard to protect ourselves.

It is said that you must concentrate when eating, but in the end it did not really work out.

During the whole meal, Wang Jiewang was on the phone.

One moment, two groups reported the latest communication progress in the Mainland, the next moment, the PTU reported tonight's patrol division table, and the next moment, all the reports about the whereabouts of the murderer and other cases were handled today...

Each group seemed to have gained something, but these new clues and new information could not become new progress for the time being.

"Some people said they saw someone wearing green clothes, and some said they saw someone who looked like the murderer wearing blue clothes..." Wang Jiewang shook his head, "Tomorrow we can analyze where the citizens who saw the citizens wearing green clothes and the citizens who saw the murderer wearing blue clothes were seen, and then analyze the citizens' confessions in detail to see which one is more credible."

"How long are you going to set for solving the case, Mr. Wang?" Qian Peirang asked Wang Jiewang while eating Mexican barbecue.

"There are still three days before the deadline for reporting to Mr. Neil. Let's consider it based on the progress of the case investigation tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. This case..." Wang Jiewang said while looking at Fang Zhenyue, "Will it take another two months?"

Just the increasing number of citizens reporting and confessing every day will take a long time to analyze and compare. The murderer has no fixed place to stay, so they can only issue a city-wide wanted notice based on the murderer's portrait. It's hard to say when they can run into the murderer.

If the murderer really has relatives or friends in Hong Kong, it will be even more troublesome. If he

really hides for a month or two, they will have no chance of catching him.

"Well, we'll see when the time comes." Fang Zhenyue said casually, and turned to look at Jiayi, wanting to know if she had any ideas about "when the case can be solved."

But the female sergeant was chewing meat and staring out the window in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" He suddenly moved closer and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Yue, look, Tai Po is actually quite good. It's adjacent to the sea in the east and a forest park consisting of four country parks in the west. It's close to the mountains and faces the water, so the feng shui is very good." Jiayi suddenly turned around and met Fang Zhenyue's head, whispering, "Houses in Tai Po are also very cheap now. I heard that villas are being built in the harbor area that is sheltered from the wind and close to Shatin and Ma On Shan. I wonder when I can earn enough money to buy a villa."

"Do you know? There is a HK$1 million bonus for finding the murderer in the New Territories North serial murder case. It is a bounty offered by Mr. Chen, the richest man in Hong Kong. And if you really provide the whereabouts of the murderer, there will also be a bonus of HK$100,000." Fang Zhenyue poured her a glass of fruit wine, "If the task force solves the case and catches the murderer, it will be Neil SIR divides this money based on the contribution of each person in the task force. Laughing ,

curved eyes , a sip of fruit wine, sweetly brought a little bit of feelings, and it was a bit happy. Everyone goes back to work overtime and analyzes all the clues provided by the citizens . "Then drink half a glass. Don't be greedy." Fang Zhenyue picked up the fruit wine bottle and poured her half a glass. Jiayi raised her glass and clinked it with him, "Thank you, Brother Yue, for your good wishes. I wish you that in the new year, I can save enough money for the down payment of the villa." "You can." Fang Zhenyue supported his cheek with his hand, half leaned on the chair, and raised his glass to her in the dim light. There was a light clink of glasses, and Jiayi squinted and took a sip. In such an environment, everyone's face is hazy, and it is difficult to see the subtle expressions, so familiar people become mysterious. The contrast of Brother Yue's facial features in the haze decreased, and that sharp and cold temperament became soft and lazy. When he raised his head to drink, the light and shadow strengthened his jawline, Adam's apple and clavicle. Because they were sitting close, the visual impact hit her face. With the smell of alcohol, Jiayi's face could be unbridled and red without covering it up. Her reaction was slow and she stared at him for a while longer, not immediately retracting her gaze. Fang Zhenyue put down his wine glass and turned his head to see her half-squinting face when she was slightly drunk. Suddenly, the heroic spirit in the daytime disappeared, replaced by sexiness embellished with bright colors. I don't know when, the once delicate and tender young woman has quietly transformed, with feminine charm, and has mastered such a seductive look and eyes without any instruction. Her heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum, and Fang Zhenyue's hand close to her became restless. It was only a palm's distance away from her hand. If he moved it slightly to the left, he could grasp the tenderness he had dreamed of. However, he didn't know whether it was a gentle land or a gentle trap. Everything in front of him was too beautiful. He already had the best friendship. Could he get more? The bravest man also lost the courage to take risks. He was not sure about her thoughts, so he was like a poor boy who stared at the most precious exhibits through the glass window every day. He was afraid that he could not afford this treasure, so he would comfort himself by saying that he just needed to stand here and look. Cowardly and unaware. When a hunter who could easily catch murderers in the daytime suddenly became timid because of love, his eyebrows were unconsciously covered with fragility and melancholy. He has the toughest shell, and his injuries will heal quickly. Even if he is left with scars, he will still smile heartily. But the heart in his chest is as fragile as anyone else's.

When you fall in love with someone, you give up the right to hurt her completely. He carefully admires her, protects her, teaches her, and follows her. But he dares not peel off the outer shell and hand over the fragility to her.

He quietly savors the subtle sweetness in every moment of daily life. A bowl of grapes, a smile, a "Brother Yue", or just being in the same room and seeing her when he raises his eyes, all support his love, which becomes stronger day by day.

Spring has gradually passed, and the heat of midsummer is sweeping in.

Fang Zhenyue knows that there are some things that he cannot stop, but he is clumsy and still curled up in his armor, daring only to watch.

But when he looked at her, he also felt happy. The feeling of "I am the only one who appreciates the best of her" and "I am the only one who understands all her excellence" not only made him complacent, but even after a few drinks, he would want to laugh arrogantly.

It seemed that this was already a great emotional progress.

Fortunately, these secret thoughts were only known to himself. If Uncle Jiu and the others knew about it, I would be ashamed to see them again.

Fang Zhenyue drank another glass and sat next to Jiayi. He also felt relaxed and at ease. It was a rare happy time in the world.

After dinner, although everyone drank some wine, fortunately, their brains were still alert and they could still work.

Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi have decided to stay at the Tai Po Hotel tonight and continue the re-survey work tomorrow. Tonight, they have agreed with Wang Jiewang and others to go directly to the luxurious room of the hotel booked by Fang Zhenyue for a comfortable meeting after dinner.

Because the hotel is very close, there is no need to drive, and the group walks directly through the night.

Jiayi strode beside Fang Zhenyue, and when she reached into her coat pocket, she suddenly rubbed into a warm pocket, and the back of her hand rubbed against the back of another hand that was as hot as a stove.

Looking down, she realized that because she was close to Brother Yue, she actually put her hand into Brother Yue's pocket.

Is he really a little drunk?

Looking up, she apologized without much care, pulled out her hand, and put it back into her pocket.

The night wind blew, and the sea breeze in the early summer night was still a little cool. Everyone unconsciously shrank their necks.

Fang Zhenyue clenched his hands in his pockets into fists, and his pace unconsciously quickened. He turned his head to look to the other side.

The ambiguous wind brushed across his eyelashes, cheeks and lower lip, making him itchy slightly. A small wisp of wind also penetrated through his beard, forcing him to lower his head and gently rub the skin at his philtrum.

The stubble rubbed against the skin of his fingers, and the itching shifted, and suddenly went into his heart.

As a result, the corners of his lips, the peaks of his eyebrows and his eyes trembled slightly. After several struggles, the facial nerves finally broke free from the restraint of their master, and his eyebrows flew up, his eyes curved, and the corners of his lips were about to hook towards his ears.

The ambiguous joy cannot be hidden at night.

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The streets and alleys of Sham Shui Po are intricate and full of arcades. Walking in is like stepping into a maze. Unless you follow the guide, you will get lost in the streets.

This city that never sleeps is not called one of the Four Asian Tigers for nothing. Its prosperity is also reflected in the fact that even in the early morning, people are still busy spending money and driving Hong Kong's GDP day and night.

Because these consumers are still awake, the workers who work hard to accumulate wealth cannot sleep either. One fried taro ball after another is exchanged for one coin after another and one banknote after another.

After working till late at night, the child curled up and fell asleep in the mobile stall, and the young couple's pockets became heavy and full.

At such a moment, they were still awake and working, and the murderers who coveted their wealth, food and other values ​​had to stay up with them.

The wrinkled and "honest" man lurked in the dark, following their mobile stall, waiting for the "deep night" and "dark and windy" "auspicious time" that had not arrived even at 1 a.m.

Until 2:30 a.m., the tired young couple finally returned with the mobile stall.

Passing through Temple Street, the bustling Mong Kok area, and Sham Shui Po Pedestrian Street, they gradually walked into the quiet poor area away from the hustle and bustle and beautiful buildings.

The two people took turns pushing the cart. They were too tired to talk, and they had no time to care whether there was anyone following them.

They locked the mobile stall downstairs, one of them carried a lot of bags, and the other held the little daughter who was humming in her sleep.

They walked around the shabby, narrow, cluttered corridor, accompanied by the sound of each other's footsteps, and went up to the 5th floor, unlocked, closed the door, turned on the light... Finally, they returned to the nest where they could relax and feel safe.

In the shadows downstairs, the jackal looked up at the dimly flickering voice-activated lights in the corridor. When the light came on in the window of a unit on the fifth floor, he turned around, locked his bicycle, and took out a small hammer from the cloth bag he carried with him, holding it in his hand.

The waxing moon had already set towards the sky. He lurked patiently, and after the lights in that unit went out, he still waited for another half an hour.

During this time, he was not bored.

In his mind, he repeatedly imagined how he would kill the young husband with a hammer, and how he would treat the young wife... and the little girl.

Perhaps, he did not need to kill the mother and daughter immediately. He could stay in this unit for a while before the young husband's body decayed.

No one knows what kind of tragedy is going on in the house and door of this young couple living alone. He can live a long and stable life.

There is a house to shelter from the wind and rain, a soft bed to sleep on, and a beautiful young woman...

With such thoughts in mind, the boredom and sleepiness of waiting also become sweet.

A puppy from an unknown family in the distance suddenly barked, and the puppies of other families also barked twice.

When they all calmed down, the only sounds left were the occasional noises of cats and mice crossing the street. The man finally walked out of the darkness and quietly sneaked into the loophole. He didn't light up any voice-activated lights until he went up to the 5th floor.

It took several minutes to easily open the iron mesh door on the outer layer.

A few minutes later, with a faint click, the door that pushed into the house was unlocked.

The man showed a look of joy, and stretched out his hand to push the door gently.

However, the door that was expected to be easily pushed open did not move at all.

The man frowned slightly, twisted the door handle, and confirmed that the door lock had indeed been opened.

But why couldn't the door be pushed?

He stopped for a few seconds in disbelief, and then pushed the door with his shoulder and pushed hard inward.

The door seemed to move a little, but the tiny gap was so small that even a finger could not be inserted.

Suddenly, flames surged in his chest, and he pushed harder against the door. Under the huge force, something in the room that was against the door finally tended to move, but it did not move smoothly. The heavy object rubbed against the ground, making a sharp crackling sound.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor on the fifth floor suddenly lit up, and the man who was pushing against the door was exposed to the bright light, with nowhere to hide.

His chest tightened, and the hairs on his body stood up. When he looked up at the chandelier in fear, his terrified expression was clearly illuminated by the light, and many of the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out, leaving only white wrinkles, like a demon wearing a strange mask.

The fear that he had not experienced for a long time was infinitely magnified. His heartbeat was like thunder, and there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami in his ears. He seemed to hear a sound in the house. Without thinking too much, he pushed the door shut, turned around and fled all the way down. The sound-controlled lights on each floor were all lit up. When he turned from the second floor to the first floor, he even stepped on the empty stairs and fell down hard.

The hammer in his pocket hit the stairs, making a ping-pong sound, and also hit his hips, causing unbearable pain.

All the neighbors seemed to be awakened, and many voices were heard, and the barking of dogs also came one after another.

The man was like a rat crossing the street, or a vampire seeing the light. He rolled and crawled out of the building, enduring the pain, dragging his injured leg, and hiding in the darkness.

Pushing his bicycle, he didn't even dare to look back. He trembled and tried his best to hold the handlebars and escape quickly.

When the night wind blew, he realized that his sweat had soaked his clothes. He was shivering with cold.

He didn't stop until he ran out of several streets.

Anger and fear tortured him so much that he trembled uncontrollably. Under the moonlight, his face was pale and his body curled up again. The courage that had killed dozens of people in a row was scared away.

It seemed that the devil had been beaten back to his original form.

How could this happen?

Why did I feel like so many eyes were looking at me today, making me feel uneasy?

Why couldn't I push the door open even though I could open the lock easily?

His stomach suddenly growled with hunger, and he squatted down suddenly, hugged his head, and roared silently.

"Waste...waste...waste..."

...

And more than 20 kilometers away in Tai Po, Jiayi was sleeping in a warm and soft quilt.

In her dream, she caught the murderer.

She, who was as big as a giant, stepped on the devil as small as a bug, and crushed him like a cigarette butt...