His saliva flowed out of his mouth and he began to sing loudly:

"Two little white rabbits are so white, with two ears standing up, and they love to eat carrots and vegetables."

At this time, his eyes were fixed on the body of the kitten that Liu Xiaobo had just thrown out. He fell to his knees with a thud, stretched out his hands, and held the kitten in his hands as if it were a treasure.

"Yubao, who was so cruel to throw you to death? I was out for a while, but what I saw when I came back was your corpse.

Deng Yaohua suddenly turned around, looked at Mo Xiaoqing and the others with murderous eyes, and suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from the wooden rack behind him, and walked towards them step by step.

Liu Xiaobo quickly protected Mo Xiaoqing behind him, and quickly touched the pistol on his waistband.

"You heartless people, you don't even let go of newborn animals, get out of the room, get out!"

Listening to Deng Yaohua's madness, Liu Xiaobo became more and more irritable.

"Deng Yaohua, put down the fruit knife in your hand! If you dare to attack the police, I will shoot. You clearly killed this kitten..."

"You are talking nonsense. I just rescued it from the mother cat's belly. So what if you attacked the police? I dare to kill people. Are the police not human?" Deng Yaohua said as he threw the animal corpse on the operating table to them.

In a moment of carelessness, the blood of the animal corpse spilled on them. Liu Xiaobo wanted to pull the trigger in anger, but was stopped by Mo Xiaoqing.

"Xiaobo, don't get excited, leave it to me!"

Liu Xiaobo's chest finally calmed down after rising and falling. Mo Xiaoqing walked forward and stood face to face with Deng Yaohua, staring at him fearlessly.

"Around six o'clock in the evening of January 11, you lurked silently. When the twins passed by, you attacked them from behind and kidnapped them back home.

It was on the operating table in this room that you brutally killed them and dismembered them, right?"

At this time, Deng Yaohua threw away the fruit knife in his hand, retreated to the corner of the room, held his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and muttered to himself:

"It's not me, it's not me... I'm scared, I'm so scared!"

His whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Suddenly, an old voice was heard from behind, and the sound of a cane hitting the ground was heard.

"Who are you? How dare you slander my son for murder? What evidence do you have that you are making such a fuss here!" An elderly woman with white hair, bent over, was groping the wall with both hands and entered the room.

This elderly woman should be Deng Yaohua's mother. It seemed that she had eavesdropped on what Mo Xiaoqing had just said behind the door, and that was why she was making such an emotional defense.

"The police also need evidence to investigate a case. Don't slander my son as a murderer just because we are an orphan and a widow..."

"Old man, you can't say that. We police officers are here just to investigate the truth. It was your son who refused to cooperate first." Mo Xiaoqing softened her tone, trying not to stir up any conflict.

The old man sat on the doorstep, and the exposed skin on his body was covered with a thick layer of dirt.

She still said calmly, "Okay, we will cooperate with the police. I know all my son's whereabouts. You can ask."

"Old man, in that case, I would like to ask, where was your son around 11 o'clock on the evening of January 11? What was he doing?" Liu Xiaobo asked.

"He stayed in this room the whole time and didn't go out?" The old man said in a firm tone.

Liu Xiaobo retorted, "Old man, usually the elderly go to bed earlier. You are sure that he has been in the room since 11 o'clock and has not come out. You should have fallen asleep at that time, right?" "

I said he didn't go out, so he didn't go out!" The blind old man poked the floor with his cane and said angrily.

It was almost seven o'clock again. Mo Xiaoqing thought it would be difficult to get any important clues from the old man, and Deng Yaohua kept shrinking in the corner of the room and talking to himself.

Mo Xiaoqing and the others had to say goodbye first. Liu Xiaobo reported today's progress to Team Xu on WeChat and then left with Mo Xiaoqing.

In fact, Liu Xiaobo suggested several times to send Mo Xiaoqing home, but she refused.

Sitting on the bus, Mo Xiaoqing kept thinking about Deng Yaohua's behavior. She remembered that when he first entered the room, he spoke clearly and coherently. He

was basically a normal person, but not long after he found out that they were police officers, he suddenly went crazy and became unconscious.

Was he really crazy or just pretending?

It was already eight o'clock when she got home. Mo Xiaoqing had something to eat outside as dinner.

When she opened the door, a terrifying black face suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she screamed in fright.

"Hahaha, you can be scared by this, Xiaoqing, you are a timid policeman. Are you sure that Captain Xu Yao will not dislike you like this?"

Mo Xiaoqing then realized that the black face was just a mask put on her face by Juanzi.

"Juanzi, please don't stick with this ghost thing all night to scare people! The horror scenes I encountered today are already scary enough." Mo Xiaoqing said as she pretended to strangle Juanzi's neck.

Juanzi sat down hugging the sofa pillow and asked, "Xiaoqing, I saw two dismemberment cases on TV. I heard that they were just high school students? Have you found the real murderer?"

Juanzi immediately turned into a curious baby, "Xiaoqing, now everyone is saying that the dismemberment cases were done by a perverted killer. He must have a special hobby for women wearing red clothes, so he followed them, kidnapped them directly, and after they were insulted and tortured, he slowly chopped them into pieces...

Huh?! It's so scary to think about it. Recently, the female colleagues in our office dare not wear flashy clothes to go out." Juanzi clasped her hands and shuddered while saying goodbye.

Mo Xiaoqing comforted her, Juanzi, have you watched too many supernatural mystery dramas? There are not so many perverted killers. But then again, you should try to get home earlier after work.

But I think this case will be solved soon."

Mo Xiaoqing collapsed on the sofa, relaxing her muscles and bones.

She was too tired.

Suddenly, the black face came over again, "Xiaoqing, have you and your boss, Captain Xu Yao, made any new progress recently?"

"Stop! If you want to gossip, please put away your curiosity." Mo Xiaoqing said as she stood up and wanted to take a shower.

"I repeat, Captain Xu has a girlfriend, and I have never thought about having any relationship with him!"

Why? Juanzi spread her hands, looking incomprehensible,

"But didn't he take your first kiss? I heard the awe on your face when you talked about him!"

Juanzi stood up and began to imitate Mo Xiaoqing's tone and demeanor,

"Captain Xu Yao's name is well-known in the police force, and he has solved many strange cases..."

Mo Xiaoqing didn't want to discuss this topic with Juanzi anymore, so she wanted to go back to her room to get clothes and take a shower.

Juanzi stood in front of her, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this topic. Do you have time this weekend to go on a blind date with me?"

Mo Xiaoqing said unhappily, "Let's talk about it later!"

Juanzi tore off the mask on her face and was overjoyed,

"Okay, it's settled. I'll send you the address later."

Mo Xiaoqing looked helpless. She had clearly said that she would see later, but she never thought that Juanzi understood and agreed.

The next morning, Mo Xiaoqing was awakened by the persistent ringing of her cell phone.

It was Liu Xiaobo's call. Mo Xiaoqing picked up lazily, and a hearty male voice came from the other end, "Mo Xiaoqing, come here immediately. We have found the murder scene with dismembered bodies. I'll send you the location now!

Be sure to get there before eight o'clock!"