Wandering in the streets and alleys at night, patrolling the streets aimlessly is actually a very boring thing.

Yi Jiayi has never been a uniformed police officer patrolling the streets and has no experience in this matter. Liu Jiaming has been a uniformed police officer for 2 years and knows how to relieve his boredom at times like this.

He pulled Yi Jiayi, pointing to a shop passing by and talking about the interesting things that happened there when he was a child. Then he talked about the glorious past when he was young, and he started to brag while chatting.

Finally, the chat turned to the gossip in the police station:

"Everyone has his own style of solving cases."

"Really?" Yi Jiayi kept looking around, hoping to catch some elements of the flow image. She just smiled in response to Liu Jiaming's topic.

"Sergeant Yu relies more on the evidence of the medical examiner and the forensic department, and relies on the existing evidence to interrogate people and dig up clues, and then continue to test and verify.

"It is very stable, but also very slow, and it is easy to get stuck at a certain link, and then keep hitting a wall. But he is very hardworking and keeps digging deep and not giving up, so he also became a sergeant step by step.

"Don't think that although he has not solved the latest case for three months and the previous King's Park case has also been classified as an unsolved case, his crime-solving rate is actually not that low. After all, not all cases are so difficult. In fact, cases of other teams may not take three months, and may not be solved in two or three weeks. They have long passed the golden 48 hours and have been put aside. It's just that You Shazhan is too stubborn.

"You have to know that when we solve a case, even if we can't solve it now, one day an informant may appear, or the murderer may be caught while committing another crime, and the case will be solved once the fingerprints are matched.

"So in this line of work, you have to be patient."

"What about Sir Fang?" Yi Jiayi asked, looking at Fang Zhenyue who was walking in front.

"Brother Yue is actually quite balanced. On the basis of the Forensic Science Division and the Medical Examiner Department, he can boldly associate and deduce. So even though technology is popular in solving cases now, Brother Yue is completely able to suppress the Medical Examiner Department and the Forensic Science Division.

"In Brother Yue's cases, the direction of solving the cases mainly depends on his logic. So he can in turn guide Brother Da Guangming and Sir Xu to do tests and inspections.

"This is very powerful, you know?

" "There is probably only one detective in our West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit who can have this style!"

Liu Jiaming pointed to his head:

"This kind of thing not only depends on experience, but also on talent."

"So powerful! "Yi Jiayi nodded vigorously.

Fang Zhenyue, who was walking in front, had his ears gradually turning red, his steps unconsciously slowed down, and his figure seemed to be a little closer to Liu Jiaming and Jiayi.

"Until you came, no one could compare with Sir Fang. However, sometimes you are too fanciful, and not as logical and clear as Sir Fang. But your intuition seems to be very powerful, but I still have to observe and see if you are lucky or really that powerful." Liu Jiaming pouted at Yi Jiayi, indicating that he was not convinced by her yet, and asked her to keep working hard.

"It's luck, I still need to learn more from you, Brother Jiaming. "

Hahaha..." Liu Jiaming was coaxed into laughing by her obedient and humble look. He knew she was just being polite, but he couldn't help being happy.

As the two chatted, they followed Fang Zhenyue into the alley beside Maple Street.

An old grandmother in the alley bent down to pick up a discarded plastic bottle, unscrewed the lid, shook out the remaining drink inside, then straightened up with difficulty and stuffed the plastic bottle into the inner bag of a tricycle on the side.

There were many oranges for sale on the cart, all big and plump, and looked sweet.

The silly sister Yi Jiayi's eyes suddenly became sharp!

"Brother Yue, I want to buy some oranges. "Yi Jiayi walked quickly to the right side of Fang Zhenyue, her breathing unconsciously becoming rapid.

Fang Zhenyue seemed to notice her abnormality, turned his head to look at her, then looked at the old lady pushing the tricycle, took out a Hong Kong dollar from his pocket and handed it to Yi Jiayi, "Buy it."

"No need--" Yi Jiayi had money in her pocket.

But Fang Zhenyue had already stuffed the banknote into her palm.

The two walked side by side towards the old lady selling oranges. Her cloudy eyes swept over the three of them, then she lazily lowered her eyes, still hunched over, and slowly pushed the cart forward. At

the intersection on the other side of the alley, someone was squatting and burning paper. From time to time, there was the crackling sound of flames exploding and someone sobbing softly.

Yi Jiayi walked to the tricycle and stopped, and the old lady also stopped, quietly waiting for customers to pick and check the oranges.

Fang Zhenyue stood beside the young policewoman, watching her pick up an orange and examine it. His eyes shifted from the orange in her hand to the other oranges on the tricycle. His eyebrows gradually drooped and his pupils shrank.

Yi Jiayi turned around and looked at him. From his eyes, she knew that Sir Fang had also noticed something unusual.

"Lime. "He suppressed his voice so that only she could hear it.

Yi Jiayi nodded.

Liu Jiaming, who followed over, saw the two of them flirting with each other, nodding and glaring.

What was going on? Why couldn't he understand???

Yi Jiayi calmly bought six oranges, then brushed shoulders with the old grandmother and walked straight out the other side.

Liu Jiaming reached out to take an orange to eat, but Yi Jiayi slapped his hand away.

After turning out of the alley, she immediately took out the evidence bag and carefully stuffed the orange in it.

"?" Liu Jiaming was stunned and realized something was wrong. He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see that the old grandmother selling oranges was still crossing the street slowly, neither panicking nor looking back at them.

He pointed at the old grandmother's back uncertainly: "No way?"

"Follow quietly. "Fang Zhenyue finished speaking, walked to a house at the entrance of the alley, borrowed a phone, and left three words on You Zhaohua's BB call: [Call back, urgent]

. After only waiting for three minutes, You Zhaohua called back.

"I found a clue and I have some guesses. Can you help me take a look?" Fang Zhenyue spoke directly, his eyes fixed on the alley where Liu Jiaming had chased.

"Okay, Sir Fang, you tell me." You Zhaohua responded calmly.

"Go to the Poetry Dance Amusement Park, the park that leads out from the alley on this side of Maple Street, and see if there are any body parts that have just been abandoned."

"Okay, we'll go now. "You Zhaohua hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Fang Zhenyue immediately took the anxiously waiting Yi Jiayi and quickly chased in the direction where Liu Jiaming had turned. Fortunately, the old lady was walking very slowly while selling oranges on the street. As soon as they turned out of the alley, they saw Liu Jiaming standing in front of a roadside window, pretending to admire the clothes in the window in order not to arouse suspicion from the person being followed.

The old lady walked four or five meters in front of Liu Jiaming, and she didn't seem to notice at all.

Yi Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue followed and looked at the window that Liu Jiaming was "admiring". It was full of wedding dresses.

"Eleven, take a look, which one do you like?" Liu Jiaming asked casually with a smile.

"I like them all." Yi Jiayi replied casually.

"Wow, it's rare to see someone as greedy as you."

"Let's go." Fang Zhenyue extended his elbow to Liu Jiaming, and he immediately walked to the alley opposite and started to parade around like a scoundrel.

Fang Zhenyue extended his elbow to Yi Jiayi, and then raised his chin at her.

The old lady in front walked for a while, and seemed to be tired. She suddenly stopped and groped in the car. When doing this, her body tilted slightly.

In this posture, she can see the people behind her with her peripheral vision.

Yi Jiayi immediately realized that they must not let the old lady find out that they were following her, she lowered her eyes, realized what Fang Zhenyue meant by extending his elbow, and reached out to hold Fang Zhenyue's arm, leaned towards him, and pulled him against the wall, smiling and whispering to him:

"There is a layer of lime on the peel of this orange. When I bought it just now, the lime stuck to my hands when I was picking it. If the victim had bought oranges from the old lady, it would be reasonable for him to have lime scraps under his fingernails. But why is there lime on this orange? Do all oranges have lime on them?"

"During the growth process of oranges, to prevent the fruit from rotting in the sun, they are sprayed with lime water to block out the light." Fang Zhenyue responded in a low voice, staring at the old lady out of the corner of his eye.

The other party moved very slowly, and it took him a long time to do anything. At this moment, he was still at an angle where

he could see them. "When you eat oranges, the orange peel will be peeled off. This lime is not edible. It should not be edible lime with a high purity." Fang Zhenyue stretched out his arms and supported Yi Jiayi's arms on both sides, trapping her between himself and the wall, so that the old lady could not see Yi Jiayi's face.

When he lowered his head and whispered to her, it was really like a couple leaning against the wall to whisper sweet words during a night out.

"Lime with a lot of impurities is likely to be the same as the lime we found." Yi Jiayi's mind was spinning rapidly, constantly combining and connecting their current clues with what she saw in the flow image.

This old lady, she recognized it at first sight. She was the old lady who appeared in the murderer's room, dragged away the waste bag, and picked up the oranges that fell on the ground in the mind flow image triggered by the whole corpse of Group A.

Now she analyzed the clues and the old lady one by one, and no matter how she thought about it, it all matched.

"The old lady is wandering around the streets, which is very suitable for discarding corpses and looking for victims." Fang Zhenyue nodded.

"Yes, Brother Yue is so amazing, how do you know everything?" She looked up, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight, full of respect and admiration.

How could a man bear such a look? Fang Zhenyue, who never distracted himself when working on a case, actually forgot why he was here for a moment.

"Common sense." The instinct of men to show off to women played a role, and he spoke quickly and pretended to be cool.

After he said it, he realized what he was talking about, and was slightly embarrassed. He added:

"When I was in college, I went to the countryside to experience life and planted oranges."

"So that's how it is." Yi Jiayi's eyes flickered, watching him want to show off at one moment, want to be honest at another, and the little movement of pursing his lips when he was uncomfortable.

Sir Fang is so cute, sincere and smart.

The wind blew by the street, rolling up some unburned paper scraps. She patted the ones stuck to her body and said,

"It must not be this old lady who committed the assault and murder. Our picture of the murderer is a man, especially the semen detected by the forensic officer..."

"So we have to follow quietly to prevent the real murderer from lurking nearby."

"Either the murderer is at home, or the murderer is lurking somewhere waiting for the old lady to approach, or the murderer is like us, pretending not to know the old lady and following behind her." Yi Jiayi thought of this, and the hair on her body stood up.

However, the murderer had dirty hair and shabby clothes, and he didn't look like someone who would go out.

Passing through Fang Zhenyue's arms and broad body, he looked around secretly, but there was no sign of the murderer.

"Just follow him first, he may not be the murderer. Just follow carefully and don't be too nervous." Fang Zhenyue soothed him.

Usually, this kind of serial killer would not have helpers, but there has been no clue so far, and if the helper of the murderer is his mother or grandmother, it is hard to say.

But no matter what, as long as they catch a little clue, they will do their best to track him down.

The old lady in front finally finished drinking the water, pounded her waist, looked around casually, and then slowly grabbed the handle of the cart, pushed the cart and continued to crawl like a snail.

"Let's wait for a while. Let Jiaming follow for a while. We will follow Jiaming." Fang Zhenyue made a face to Ah Ming, the "street scoundrel" on the other side of the road. Liu Jiaming immediately staggered forward - he looked like a scoundrel with his frivolous appearance.

When he turned another street, Fang Zhenyue received a BB call from Gary, Sanfu's team and A-team detective team to report that they were

safe. He immediately found a phone, called back and asked Gary and Sanfu to come back to meet him. Ten minutes later, Gary and Sanfu followed from behind. Fang Zhenyue arranged for the two to separate and follow the old lady not too far away.

Gary picked up a newspaper on the side of the road, folded it into the size of his palm, and fanned himself while pretending to be drunk.

After Liu Jiaming and the old lady parted ways at a certain alley, Gary followed them closely.

When the old lady stopped selling oranges, Gary passed her, and Sanfu, who seemed to be on his way home in a hurry, took over from Gary. After

turning around Crow Lane Street, Fang Zhenyue, who had changed clothes with Liu Jiaming, walked out of the alley again and fell behind the old lady not too far away.

After following for nearly 40 minutes, everyone had already tried every trick. Fang Zhenyue had to transfer the last three agents of Group A to follow the case in real time. Suddenly, You Shazhan sent Fang Zhenyue a BB call:

[6 yuan - new - confirmed by Chen]

Fang Zhenyue's back tightened, his sword-like eyebrows flew sideways, and his whole person exuded the sharpness of a sword unsheathed.

His lips were pursed into a straight line, and the lines on his face seemed to be tougher.

He resisted the urge to rush to catch the old lady and send her cart and oranges to the Forensic Department for testing, and continued to arrange personnel to follow.

If we take the person back, we want to find the old lady's home and catch the murderer who may be closely related to her or even live with her. At the earliest, we have to wait for her to confess or ask other police stations such as Sham Shui Po to help investigate.

It will take until tomorrow or later.

If the murderer has a victim, a few minutes late may lead to the death of another life. They must race against time and act as fast as possible.

Moreover, if they delay, something unexpected may happen. If the old lady is taken away and does not return for the whole night, it is likely that the murderer will be alarmed and immediately kill the possible victim and flee overnight.

He can only follow patiently.

And he must be calmer, more careful, and more patient than before...

When fewer and fewer people are burning paper on the street, it is the time for the ghosts to parade at night and the living people to give way. The old lady finally stopped at the intersection of Xiang Street and Daquan Street. After hesitating for a while, she turned into Datong Village.

In the dilapidated marginal areas of the 1990s, the old houses still creak and stand, leaking when it rains and leaking when it blows, providing shelter for the poorest residents.

In this area, there is no mineral water bottle without an owner, and no cardboard shell is thrown on the road. Everyone tries every possible way to dig out even a penny of wealth from every corner of their body - this is the current situation of Datong Village, where poor people are densely populated and even the street lights are dim and only one is on.

The old lady skillfully walked through the dark and mossy mud road, turned around and walked into a 5-story building that looked like a ghost building.

When Fang Zhenyue followed to the muddy road, he squatted down and collected some moss, put it in his pocket, and then followed carefully.

Liu Jiaming followed behind Fang Sir, his heart beating like a drum. It was hard to tell whether it was because of fear or what, maybe because it was the Yulan Festival, which added a bit of fear to the atmosphere, or maybe this dismemberment case brought too much pressure and anxiety to everyone, and they were nervous and worried that the murderer would commit crimes again, and they wanted to catch him before he committed crimes next time, so they finally came here, and there must be a little excitement, expectation, and uneasiness.

Yi Jiayi followed closely beside Gary, and Mangmei stupidly walked to the entrance of the staircase, still wanting to continue to follow inside, but was grabbed by Sanfu behind.

Sanfu looked back at Tony from Team A and wanted to go in and catch the murderer himself, but he was still a little worried about leaving Xiaoyi to someone from another team. After much hesitation, he finally gave up the idea of ​​making a contribution. He took Yi Jiayi and another agent to the side window, found a pile of firewood, hid behind it, and stared at the window on this side together to prevent the murderer from jumping out of the window and escaping.

After the last team of Team A agents came over, they also tacitly turned to the other side to prevent the murderer from escaping from that window.

The police have set up a dragnet, so where can the evil spirit escape?

In the dilapidated house on the left side of the first floor, Fang Zhenyue held down Zhang Dafu who was watching a night show.

Seeing Fang Zhenyue rushing towards him with great momentum, Zhang Dafu was startled, then he jumped up and wanted to jump out of the window, but it was too late.

When he was pressed on the sofa, he was not afraid, but he was laughing.

Fang Zhenyue followed his line of sight and saw the naked girl lying in the next room - she was tortured beyond recognition and no longer had the youthful vigor of a flower.

Fang Zhenyue's chest was burning with fire, his right fist raised high, thinking of the warning, he finally gritted his teeth and held back. While handcuffing Zhang Dafu, he shouted behind him:

"Gary!"

Gary hurried into the narrow room filled with waste paper and old boxes, took off his big T-shirt and wrapped it around the girl, and then asked Liu Jiaming for each other's shirt with his bare chest, and wrapped it around the girl to make a skirt.

At the same time, Liu Jiaming handcuffed the old lady selling oranges and left the orange truck to his forensic colleagues who would come to investigate the scene later.

Tony ran out and knocked on the doors of three neighbors before he found a landline and called the police and an ambulance.

As soon as he learned that the murderer had been captured, Sanfu couldn't catch Yi Jiayi.

The little policewoman ran faster than a cat, and she jumped out of the woodpile and ran straight to the entrance of the building.

The dark clouds drifted away, and the bright moon illuminated the murderer's face.

That dirty, pitted face, the short hair that seemed to have not been trimmed or washed for a long time, and the round-neck short T-shirt he wore when he killed the big-framed woman - it was him!

They caught him!

With a sullen face, Yi Jiayi stood under the dimmed street lights, staring at the murderer who had just walked out of the building.

Zhang Dafu also saw Yi Jiayi at a glance, and immediately smiled, saying obscenely: "The female police officer is so pretty, prettier than them all."

Everyone instantly understood who he was talking about "they". This practice of comparing Yi Jiayi to murdered women angered all the police officers.

Before Yi Jiayi could feel ashamed or angry, and before Zhang Dafu could finish the sentence "If I put you in the garbage, you will beg me--", Fang Zhenyue had already lifted Zhang Dafu up and slammed him against the mottled earthen wall of the balcony on the first floor.

The old earthen wall could not withstand the impact, and instantly fell to the ground and bricks fell off. Zhang Dafu was hit hard on the right side of his forehead, face and shoulder. He screamed in pain, "The police are beating people."

Liu Jiaming reacted the fastest. He grabbed a bunch of plastic bags from behind the balcony iron fence and stuffed them into Zhang Dafu's mouth.

"The road is full of moss, it's really slippery. The suspect fell hard. Look at his face." Sanfu walked over from the side and immediately explained the cause of the injury on Zhang Dafu's face.

Everyone else said in tacit agreement: "That's right, I just slipped!"

"Mr. Fang, leave it to me." Tony, who had just returned from the phone, nodded to Fang Zhenyue, took Zhang Dafu, made sure his wrists were handcuffed tightly, then held his arms tightly and escorted Zhang Dafu out.

Yi Jiayi watched Zhang Dafu being carried away, took small steps closer to Fang Zhenyue, and looked up with some worry.

She was obviously being sexually harassed and threatened by the murderer, but now she was afraid that he would be too angry.

Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath, turned his head awkwardly and looked at the building where the murderer lived. The upper floors were all dark, and plants were crawling rampantly, indicating that many houses were vacant.

His emotions slowly calmed down, he retracted his gaze, and ordered the two detectives from Team A to tidy up the crime scene and wait for colleagues from the Forensic Science Division and the Medical Examiner's Department to come and investigate.

After arranging everything, he reached out to the policewoman's shoulder, and suddenly remembered that the Yulan Festival had not ended tonight, so he turned his hand to her arm and gently patted her forward, "Let's go, go to the main road to wait for the police."

Yi Jiayi heard that although his voice was low, his mood was stable, and she was finally relieved and said softly: "I'm not angry, Brother Yue, he is a psychopath."

Fang Zhenyue was amused by her, and looked down at her in the night, just meeting the round eyes of the little girl when she comforted him, like black grapes, brighter and more black and white in the cold moonlight.

It's really like a soft and warm little animal, following you, as if wanting to beg for your touch and hug, but actually releasing happiness and warm comfort to you.

"Okay, then I won't be angry either." He seemed to promise her, and seriously raised a big smile.

The two couldn't help laughing when they looked at each other's expressions. After laughing for a while, they let out a long breath at the same time. After walking side by side for a while, they left the dim old residential area and saw scattered neon lights, bright street lights and the headlights of police cars driving towards them.

Yi Jiayi stood in the light and looked back in the direction where her shadow stretched out.

On the 15th day of the seventh month, the gates of hell open. If they catch the murderer, they will send him to face the punishment he deserves and use the law as a scalpel to cut off his sins.

Can those wronged souls have their grievances resolved and their resentments eliminated at the last moment when the gates of hell open, and can they walk through that door with peace of mind?