After watching the flow image, Jiayi returned to the first crime scene and retraced the murderer's murder process, and found that their reasoning and investigation were basically the same.

The bloodstains that suddenly disappeared on the bed were indeed because the murderer was riding on Miao Liqun at the time. Part of the blood splashed on the sheets and part splashed on the murderer's pants.

And the bloodstains that she and Brother Yue found almost at the same time, which were inconsistent with the other bloodstains, were indeed the bloodstains that flowed after the murderer accidentally cut his pants and cut a wound on his leg.

[A half-finger-long cut on the inner side of the left thigh]

This is a clue that cannot be shown to everyone now, but the forensic department will know after testing the bloodstains on the sheets.

Liang Shule collected statements from a group of people, but did not find any real eyewitnesses.

Jiayi also took Ajie from the Forensic Department to follow the path the murderer took to try to collect footprints, but after taking some photos, Ajie said that there were too many people coming and going, and even if there were really murderer footprints, they had been destroyed. In the end, even if the murderer was caught, the footprints collected in these public places can only prove that the other party has been here, and they are not very specific to the "murderer".

There are some new gains, but there are still many locations that are suspenseful.

After the investigation of the two scenes was thoroughly completed, everyone finally went home.

When Jiayi got into the police car, she glanced at the window with strange flashes in the mind-flow image. She wanted to take Brother Yue to knock on the door, but she couldn't think of a reasonable reason. She was also worried that the owner of the house might be at work during the day and no one might be at home, so she had to give up.

In the evening, the detectives of Group B finally returned to the office one by one with the preliminary work progress. As soon as Uncle Jiu stepped into the office, the landline on the desk rang.

He swallowed the words he wanted to complain and answered the phone first.

"The Forensic Department tested the evidence and found blood stains with different blood types from the deceased Miao Liqun. It was on the bed sheet with special blood drops found by Brother Yue and Sister Eleven." Uncle Jiu hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at everyone. He forgot what he was going to complain about just now, and finally showed the first smile of the day on his face.

It's a major step forward. They already have a relatively strong piece of evidence. They can use this discovery to test DNA. When the suspect is found, they can compare the suspect's blood type and DNA. As long as they match, they have basically completed the first step to close the case, which is bound to be an important step.

But... the biggest problem now is that there is no suspect.

After exchanging excitement with everyone, Uncle Jiu's face became depressed again when he thought of this. He finally remembered what he wanted to complain about just now. There are so many victims, but no suspect.

Such a case is too frustrating.

"I have found the old watchman of the building where the victim Miao Liqun lived, and took him to see the forensic officer for a blood test. The results have just come out. None of the diarrhea-causing poisons that are relatively easy to obtain on the market have tested positive. Diane, who did the test, said that it can only mean that the old watchman did not take these poisons, but cannot rule out the suspicion that the old man was poisoned, because there are too many reasons that can cause diarrhea. For example, putting some unclean liquid in the old man's water cup can also cause severe diarrhea." Uncle Jiu glanced at Yi Jiayi who was walking towards the whiteboard, and was the first to tell the results of his investigation.

"I have compiled and printed out the information on Miao Liqun's case." Sanfu distributed a copy of the information to each person, and then introduced:

"Miao Liqun and his late wife seemed to have always had a bad relationship. It was all because of Miao Liqun's promiscuity, which made his late wife dissatisfied. But his late wife's family was wealthy. After marrying Miao Liqun, she gave him a lot of money, including Miao Liqun's car, which was bought by his late wife, and the house, which was only affordable because his late wife paid 80% of the down payment.

"Mrs. Miao once proposed a divorce, but Miao Liqun refused. He probably couldn't bear to part with this bag of money. But whether he divorced or not, he would not have stopped his extramarital affair. It is said that before Mrs. Miao died, someone often deliberately called her at night to demonstrate to her, which made her very upset.

"In addition, before Mrs. Miao died, Liu Meihong, the murderer of Mrs. Miao, had dinner with Mrs. Miao. The case file shows that Liu Meihong claimed that she threatened Mrs. Miao to divorce but failed, so she decided to kill."

Sanfu turned a page of the case file and added again:

"Liu Meihong's description of the murder process shows that she told Mrs. Miao that she was pregnant with Mr. Miao's child, and then mixed rat poison into Mrs. Miao's food. When Mrs. Miao was poisoned, she used the sofa cushion to suffocate her. Finally, after Mrs. Miao died, she used the electric saw she had bought long ago to dismember the body and threw the body into the sea in 9 batches.

"At the current location, only the part of Mrs. Miao's body that was washed ashore by the waves has been found, and the remaining limbs have not been found yet."

"Rat poison. "Jiayi wrote these three words on the whiteboard, and drew them on the shoulders of [wild cat], [pet dog], [stray man Liang Xiaofu] and [Miao Liqun], and added a small bracket after [Miao Liqun's] name, and wrote six words (Mrs. Miao was murdered).

"The murderer is increasingly acting in private." Sanfu looked at the words Jiayi wrote and sighed with a frown.

"Gary and I went to Miao Liqun's company. He had five lovers alone. So far, we have met three of them, and all three have alibis."

Liu Jiaming handed the confessions of the three people to Yi Jiayi, and continued:

"Miao Liqun is in good financial condition, and has no loans or other financial transactions.

"He has been working in the company for about 4 years. He is basically responsible for maintaining old customers. The divisions within the company are very clear. Basically, there will be no conflicts between "financial brokers". I asked some colleagues and they all said that they have never heard of Miao Liqun having conflicts with any colleagues. In addition, Miao Liqun does not have a lover among his colleagues in the company. His lovers are basically customers."

"Continue to check the remaining two lovers." Jiayi nodded.

"OK, madam." Liu Jiaming nodded in response.

"Neighbors all said that Miao Liqun's late wife had a younger brother. When Miao Liqun had a car, they often saw him smashing Miao Liqun's car windows and puncturing Miao Liqun's tires. But since Miao Liqun sold his car, he has come less often. The last time seemed to be a month or two ago, when he came to the door of Miao's house and splashed red paint to vent his anger." Liang Shule also shared with everyone the information he got from visiting neighbors today:

"Someone else said that they had seen a man in a khaki windbreaker and a gray-black beret following Miao Liqun. The man's characteristics seemed to include a bald head. The neighbor who lives downstairs from Miao Liqun said that he had seen the man twice, and one time the wind was so strong that the other person's hat flew off, and then he saw that the stalker's hairline had seriously shifted back.

"It happened last week, but I asked other neighbors and they all said they had never seen this person. They also said they didn't recognize this person with such features."

Jiayi took the confession collected by Liang Shule and held the description of Miao Liqun's downstairs neighbor, slightly stunned.

How come there is another stalker?

Although the murderer's hair is not thick, he is definitely not someone with a worrying hairline... Is there someone else following Miao Liqun?

Jiayi scratched her head in annoyance. She had begun to seriously doubt whether the murderer was really just one person.

Although she only saw one person in the mind flow image, what if this was an organization with a very detailed division of labor? The 'bald beret' was responsible for tracking, the 'mysterious Moriarty who has not appeared yet' was responsible for planning, and the 'double eyelids and side-parted man' that Jiayi saw was responsible for killing people...

Pinching her eyebrows, Jiayi frowned and thought for a while, then turned her head to check the time. It was already 18:00, and most companies had already gone off work at this time.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally said,

"Everyone, continue to work on your own things. Uncle Jiu, Liang Shule, please accompany me back to Da Fu Yuan."

"OK, Sister Eleven." Liang Shule immediately stood up, and without asking, he followed Jiayi to put on his coat and prepare to go out.

"Okay, madam." Uncle Jiu also nodded without saying anything more.

After the three of them went out, they bought a burger on the roadside to fill their stomachs, and then drove to Da Fu Yuan in the traffic after work.

On the way, Jiayi explained to them what she was going to do:

"When I was doing the on-site investigation with Sister Diane in the morning, I saw a flash on the building diagonally opposite. I suspected that someone was taking pictures up there, and that flash was the camera's flash. But I thought it might be a mistake, so I didn't go to investigate. But now I think it's very suspicious. Since our detective work hasn't made any breakthrough progress, why don't we just give it a try and see if someone is taking pictures of the crime scene? If so, why did he take pictures secretly, and what did he take pictures of?"

Uncle Jiu and Liang Shule nodded in response. Uncle Jiu was a little confused. It doesn't happen every day for the police to investigate a case and find a dead body. It seems normal to suddenly encounter it and take some pictures of the scene from the upstairs to satisfy their curiosity.

Even if it was for the purpose of protecting the scene, asking the photographer for photos should be done by the Public Relations Department. Why did Eleven go there in person?

However, despite such doubts, out of trust in Yi Jiayi, the witty detective, he firmly believed that Yi Jiayi had her reasons for everything she did.

Moreover, Yi Jiayi's "sixth sense" and reasoning skills have always been weird, and they are not something that ordinary policemen can fully understand. Therefore, they don't even need to ask, and wait and see the result with curiosity.

But Liang Shule was a new detective, and he still hadn't fully figured out Yi Jiayi's style. He was confused and couldn't help asking:

"Eleventh Sister, do you want to go and take a look because you think the photos taken from that angle may reveal different clues?"

"No." Jiayi shook her head, turned the steering wheel, thought for a while, and then reluctantly explained:

"A person who likes taking pictures, who will take pictures of the police investigating the scene of the body dumping, happens to be the victim's neighbor. Maybe at some point he took a picture of the murderer, or someone who was following Miao Liqun. As long as there is this possibility, even if the probability is very small, we have to go and take a look."

Liang Shule nodded, and at the same time he felt that Eleventh Sister really would not let go of any clues when handling cases, even if she was not even sure whether she had really seen the flash.

But... isn't it a bit too fanciful?

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Uncle Jiu, wanting to understand the other party's feelings.

But Uncle Jiu was calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this, and didn't feel any doubts at all.

Liang Shule just rubbed his nose and said no more.

You are still a newcomer, so you should watch more, learn more and talk less.

After the three arrived at Dafuyuan, they strode straight to the doorway of the building where Jiayi saw the flashing light in the mind flow image.

When passing by the scene of the body dumping, the cordon was still there, and there was a chalk mark on the ground where the body was. Many residents and neighbors who were passing by after work looked at the outline of the body drawn in chalk, and always pointed and commented.

Jiayi left Liang Shule behind to collect confessions from the neighbors to see if he could get some other clues, especially the stalker with a bald head, a beret and a khaki windbreaker.

Liang Shule took the order and stayed with a pen and paper. He watched Yi Jiayi and Uncle Jiu disappear into the building before he started to stop the neighbors one by one to question them.

...

Jiayi stood in the elevator compartment, her heart beating fast.

Even if there was no gain from this trip, it was not a big deal. But now that there was no suspect, any possibility about the murderer was too important to her.

Everyone had obtained too much evidence and direction, but they had no idea where the murderer was or who he might be.

The moment she knocked on the door, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief. If there was no one here, it would be very embarrassing.

When she was downstairs, Jiayi had already asked the watchman for the basic information of this resident. She immediately took out her ID and showed it to the other party through the anti-theft iron gate: "Mr. Zhao, hello, the police are investigating a case."

Mr. Zhao looked at Yi Jiayi and Lin Wangjiu very cautiously. At this time, he had actually recognized Yi Jiayi. After all, the name of the Hong Kong West Kowloon Detective was already very famous. People like him who are very sensitive to images have a strong ability to remember faces, even though the photos of Yi Jiayi in most newspapers are very small and blurry.

"What's the matter?" He stood behind the iron frame door, holding the inner door with one hand and the wall with the other, and was very repulsive to the police coming to his door.

Jiayi frowned slightly, glanced behind him, thought about what to say, and finally said:

"Some citizens said that you love photography. You took many photos related to the murder case downstairs last night and today. It is very likely that you have taken photos of people who followed Miao Liqun or the murderer before. Can you provide the photos as evidence to the police?" Lin

Wangjiu, who was standing behind Yi Jiayi on the left, was originally thinking about how to intimidate the other party and make the other party cooperate with Yi Jiayi for interrogation. Suddenly, he heard Yi Jiayi say this and immediately turned his head to look at her.

Even if he deliberately pretended to be calm, his eyes couldn't suppress his surprise: Wait, Sister Eleven, who would say such a thing? It's too bold!

Mr. Zhao, who was standing inside the iron door, had much less self-control than Uncle Jiu. His eyes widened instantly. Standing at this distance, Jiayi even saw Mr. Zhao's pupils shrink - his surprise was beyond words.

Looking at his instinctive shoulder shrinkage and quick eye avoidance, Jiayi immediately judged that although her words might not be completely correct, there was definitely something wrong with Mr. Zhao!

"Madam, the neighbors are responsible for spreading rumors. I, I didn't take any photos." Mr. Zhao stopped talking and gave an unnecessary explanation: "They must have seen that I am a photographer, so they think I am taking photos every day and guess that I must have taken photos of something. This is a misunderstanding of my profession. I am not a voyeur, detective or anything like that..."

Jiayi frowned. He was actually a photographer!

That definitely makes sense. When she had watched the flow image repeatedly before, she felt that the flash was not as simple as the reflection of the glass. It was dark at that time, and the moon was not very bright, so the reflection should not be that bright.

Sure enough!

Although the flash was fleeting, fortunately she caught it!

Jiayi, who had been bluffing and deceiving, became more convinced and her tone became more serious:

"Mr. Zhao, I hope you can hand over all the photos taken from last night to today, as well as those taken before that may be related to this case to the police, otherwise I can charge you with accomplice and harboring.

"Don't think about not letting me in now, destroy the evidence as soon as possible. I'll call the police station now, and the search warrant will be approved soon. The judicial organs are all one, I believe you understand that, even if there is no evidence now, since there are neighbors who provide testimony that you have evidence but have not reported it, a search warrant can be easily obtained. Even if you tear up the photos and flush them down the toilet now, the forensic police can find the fragments by searching the sewer pipes. Then you will have another piece of evidence. Did you know that you can be sentenced to up to 7 years in prison for obstruction of public service? The crime of destroying evidence is not light either!

"This case is now at a high level in the police station. It is not difficult to sentence you severely, Mr. Zhao, think twice!"

Jiayi's expression was particularly fierce, and her eyes seemed to have substance as she pressed on Zhao Sheng, causing him to panic as he was already feeling guilty.

When Jiayi finished scolding him, his righteous expression had disappeared. He looked around at the doors of the neighbors, pushed open the iron door, and pleaded in a low voice:

"Madam, please keep your voice down and come in to talk."

Jiayi was stunned for a moment. Although she was a little surprised by Zhao Sheng's reaction, she immediately took Uncle Jiu into the house. As

soon as the two policemen entered the house, Zhao Sheng closed the door and turned back and said nervously: "I read in the newspaper recently, Madam, the stomachs of the two victims were cut open. It must be a serial killer. If I provide evidence now, will I be targeted by the killer?"

He stood nervously beside the sofa, inviting Yi Jiayi and Uncle Jiu to sit down, while rubbing his hands with a pale face.

"As long as you actively cooperate with the police, I promise you that I will absolutely keep your identity secret and will not expose you in any form." Jiayi saw that there was a chance, so she said seriously.

"..." Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth and finally sighed, "Then... two officers wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and went into a small room. Jiayi and Uncle Jiu looked at each other, got up and followed Zhao Sheng. The door was opened, and it turned out to be a darkroom - a lightless (anti-exposure) room specially used by photographers to wash film.

Zhao Sheng first handed a few photos to Yi Jiayi, then took out some more photos and returned with Yi Jiayi.

"Madam, I happened to be working all night last night developing a set of work photos. When I was done, I went to the window to get some fresh air and saw someone downstairs doing something. It was far away and dark so I couldn't see clearly, so I took the camera to take a look. You know, cameras have the function of zooming in and focusing... I was scared when I saw it, it seemed like someone was dragging another person. I pressed the shutter button in a panic. Oh no, I forgot to turn off the flash.

" "I was so scared that I almost peed my pants. What if the murderer found me and took revenge on me... I was only in my twenties, it would be so tragic to die in such an unclear way. "

Mr. Zhao finished speaking, and then said with a bitter face: "Why are the neighbors talking nonsense? They don't know that I really took the photo... If the murderer finds out, I will be dead..."

Jiayi did not respond to his complaints, but looked at the photo he handed over carefully.

Mr. Zhao said he was afraid, but he took more than one photo last night. Apparently, after turning off the flash, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. and itchy hands, she secretly took several photos of the murderer.

One of the photos, although far away, Zhao Sheng used the limited zoom function of the camera at that time. Although it was not as exaggerated as the exaggerated function of mobile phone cameras in later generations, like a telescope, it was still able to vaguely extract a lot of information.

She widened her eyes and looked at Uncle Jiu, who was also shocked and speechless, then picked up the photo and said to Zhao Sheng, "Negative."

"Oh, okay." Zhao Sheng turned around and ran back to get the negative.

"..." Lin Wangjiu looked at Zhao Sheng's back and felt like he was dreaming. Eleven seemed to see a flash of light when she was accompanying Diane on the on-site investigation. However, in such a noisy environment, she could actually notice such details. In the end, because of this point that others would never notice, she really found such an important clue!

This is too incredible!

Too weird! Before, Mr. Guo from the Public Relations Department always said that Yi Jiayi had good luck and was a super lucky detective possessed by the lucky star. Now it seems that she is really possessed by the lucky star!

Of course, it is also the seriousness of paying attention to every detail that has brought such good luck, but even if other people take every detail seriously, Is it really possible to hit the target with one shot?

It's amazing...

He took the photo that Jia Yishun handed over and looked at the murderer who was half hidden in the darkness.

Although the other party was wearing a mask, he could still vaguely distinguish the hairstyle and the blurred outline of the eyebrows and eyes from the picture composed of highly blurred particles - not a buzz cut, not a middle part, not light eyebrows, not small eyes, not a square and wide face, not a big head... Even if it is impossible to accurately tell whether the murderer has double eyelids or single eyelids, sword-like eyebrows or thick flat eyebrows, many elimination methods can be made.

In addition, based on this photo alone, people who are in contact with the murderer day and night and are very familiar with him may be able to recognize it as him if they take a closer look.

"Major progress! Major gains! "Too..." Uncle Jiu pinched the photo with his fingers, his mood gradually surging.

He hadn't even started to feel the suffocating pressure because of the new victims of the serial murders, but there was already such a big breakthrough!

He could already imagine that when Chief Superintendent Wong saw the report of Miao Liqun's murder, he immediately called Fang Zhenyue to put pressure on them to solve the case as soon as possible, and Fang Zhenyue responded arrogantly, "Wong Sir, we have already got the murderer's photo"...Wong Sir would probably be shocked, right?! Maybe he would be speechless immediately, and those unpleasant words he was going to say to put pressure on him would be... Swallowing it all back, it awkwardly turned into a compliment... Hahaha, I can't help but smile just thinking about it.

How could this happen!

A new victim has just appeared, and not only are there so many more evidence and clues, but now there are even photos!

Once the suspect is found, there is no need to worry about finding evidence to confirm the suspect, just comparing DNA and photos will be enough!

Turning to look at Yi Jiayi, if he hadn't been unprepared at Mr. Zhao's house, he would have almost clicked his tongue and clapped his hands in applause.

Jiayi took the few negatives handed over by Mr. Zhao, and handed all the photos provided by Mr. Zhao to Uncle Jiu.

Lin Wangjiu held the stack of photos and found that most of them were some landscape photos and scene photos taken from the window of Zhao Sheng's house or in the Dafuyuan community, such as neighbors gathering together to gossip and chat, and the infinite sunset makes the scene look very lively; for example, at the end of the work day, everyone is walking around tiredly, and there is a special atmosphere of sadness; for example, on rainy days, people are running home through the rain, some parents are hugging their children, but their shoulders are wet by the rain, and some couples are hugging each other and laughing while running...

"Sir, I don't know which photos contain clues to the murderer. These are all photos related to Dafuyuan that I took. Some of them are of Mr. Miao Liqun who was killed. You can take a look. You can take them." Zhao Sheng stood opposite with his arms folded, still looking a little nervous.

Lin Wangjiu simply took this opportunity to record Zhao Sheng's statement and asked many questions before stopping.

This trip was very rewarding. After asking Zhao Sheng to sign the statement, Jiayi and Lin Wangjiu finally stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

When they reached the door, Jiayi couldn't help but sincerely thank Zhao Sheng, saying that if the case was solved, he would also have a share of the credit for catching the murderer, and she would help him get the Good Citizen Award, etc.

Zhao Sheng smiled bitterly and only asked her to help keep his identity secret. He didn't want any Good Citizen Award or credit. It would be best if the murderer didn't know he existed.

Jiayi smiled and said it was no problem. However, when Lin Wangjiu walked out of the room, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask:

"Why are the photos you took this morning not in the photos?"

"..." Jiayi, who was walking in front, froze. When she came here, she told Uncle Jiu and the others that the reason was "I saw a flash in the morning", but of course she didn't see it in fact, it was nonsense.

Who would have thought that Uncle Jiu still remembered it, and turned back with some worry, and saw Zhao Sheng with a confused look on his face:

"I didn't take any photos this morning."

"Really?" Uncle Jiu tilted his head and questioned.

"Really, sir, I gave you all those photos, what else is there to hide!" Zhao Sheng immediately raised his hand and swore.

"...OK." Uncle Jiu finally gave up, guessing that Zhao Sheng just used the camera as a telescope in the morning, using the camera to view the scene at the window, and did not press the shutter to take pictures.

Jiayi heaved a sigh

of relief. Seeing the elevator door open, she hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Zhao and urged Uncle Jiu to leave together. When the elevator door closed, Mr. Zhao carefully closed the door, looked around again, and made sure that the neighbors had not noticed it before closing the door with confidence.

When he walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, Mr. Zhao scratched his head and couldn't help muttering:

"I was not at home in the morning. I stayed up all night to develop the work photos last night at the magazine social club. Of course, it was impossible to take photos of the police coming to investigate in the morning."

He only knew that the incident last night was published when he came back from the magazine club and heard about it from the neighbors who were chatting.

He frowned and sighed a little.

How come the neighbors know everything... It's really scary. The population density in Hong Kong is really too high. There is no ** between people!

He was still struggling with whether to take the risk of calling the police, but the police actually came first... Tsk!

...

When the elevator went down to the bottom, Jiayi finally didn't have to hide her emotions anymore. When it was just her and Uncle Jiu, Jiayi showed a look of surprise.

She put all the photos in her pocket and covered them up, and said excitedly:

"Actually, I was just trying my luck. I really didn't expect! There are really photos!"

"..." Lin Wangjiu.

When she put pressure on the photographer named Zhao to open the door and hand over the photos, she didn't say this!

That's so fierce!

But...

"Just in time, Eleventh Sister! You're going to make a great contribution again!" Uncle Jiu couldn't help but pat Yi Jiayi on the shoulder. He was really happy and simply happy.

This time, the homeless man Liang Xiaofu didn't have to die quietly. There was a chance to catch the murderer and avenge him.

...

Liang Shule was aimlessly screening and questioning all the neighbors, but had not yet made any significant gains. Suddenly, he saw Yi Jiayi and Uncle Jiu walking out of the building one after another.

Yi Sha, who had been frowning just now, now had a happy look on his face, and his whole body exuded a light and relaxed aura.

After learning the result of the interrogation, Liang Shule was shocked.

Such a fantastic reasoning turned out to be completely correct!

He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly took out his study notes and wrote on them:

[Don't miss any clues and inferences, absolutely! Don't laugh at any possibility that seems unreliable! Absolutely not! This is the necessary quality for a successful agent! ]

At this moment, Liang Shule seemed to have obtained the secret of becoming a detective, and his eyes looking at Yi Jiayi gradually became firm:

Great!

Yi Shazhan is really amazing!

The three of them returned to the police station, and Yi Jiayi picked up the phone and called Inspector Guo from the Public Relations Department.

When the other party picked up and heard it was Jiayi, he spoke first:

"Yi Shazhan, the media took photos of the victims' miserable condition. Tomorrow there will definitely be overwhelming reports on the serial murders. I have suppressed the photos of several major newspapers, but the reports cannot be suppressed. It is also possible that some tabloids secretly published horrifying photos. We have to respond here.

"Is there any progress or something? For example, the police have already grasped the murderer's motives, or the pattern of the crimes. We have to give the citizens a dose of peace of mind, madam. "

Jia Yi listened calmly to Guo Yongyao's bitter words, and then said slowly:

"Mr. Guo, I'm looking for you because of this matter. Please send someone to get the photos."

"What photos, madam?" Guo Yongyao asked doubtfully.

"Choose a clear photo of the murderer and put a wanted notice in the newspaper." Jia Yi's voice was flat, as calm as saying that the weather is good today.

However, Guo Yongyao was so frightened that he lost his voice. He held the topic for a long time before he came back to his senses. He asked in disbelief:

"There is a photo of the murderer? Photo of the murderer? ? ? ! ! !"

X! Yi Shazhan is simply not going to stop until he scare people to death!

"Wait! I'll be there! I'll get it myself! "Guo Yongyao almost shouted this sentence, and immediately hung up the phone without waiting for Jiayi's response.

Jiayi seemed to have seen the slightly plump figure of Guo Sir running and stumbling towards her. She slowly put down the phone, and could not help turning her face to the window, with her back to everyone and smiling secretly.

The evening window is already showing her joy: her long sword-like eyebrows are raised, the corners of her lips are slightly wiped, and her eyes are shining with the light outside the window.