Wen Qing frowned and murmured softly.
The next second, the hand stopped moving.
Wen Qing's fingers trembled slightly, and she wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be glued shut and she couldn't open them.
Suddenly, a furry thing came to his neck, like a wild beast, sniffing his scent.
Wen Qing's nose moved slightly and he smelled a faint fragrance.
It's very familiar, it's the smell of his shower gel.
Then, a low gasp was heard in his ear, and something slippery covered his earlobe, and the tip of the tongue outlined the contour of his ear.
The beast's breathing became more and more rapid, and after a long time, it let out a low growl.
There was a faint fishy smell in the air, followed by a faint sweet fragrance.
Wen Qing sniffed the sweet fragrance unconsciously, and his hands and feet became heavier.
He seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast.
Sharp teeth bit at his skin, sucking at his core.
Wen Qing only felt her body floating up and down between pleasure and torture. Tears flowed out involuntarily, wetting her eyelashes.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing seemed to hear the roar of a wild beast.
He tilted his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the snow-white ceiling.
"Woof! Woof!"
“Woof woof woof!”
It's the dogs in the neighborhood barking.
Wen Qing sat up slowly, and his confused mind gradually became clear.
It's chilly down there.
It's not the coolness of not wearing pants, but the coolness of getting wet.
Wen Qing's eyes were blank, and when she opened the quilt, her cheeks instantly turned red.
He quickly got up from the bed, dug out a pair of underwear, and hurried into the bathroom.
After washing up, Wen Qing looked at the white shirt on his body and was stunned.
He was wearing a black sweatshirt yesterday, and he seemed drunk...
And then...then Wen Qing remembered nothing.
He held the toothbrush in his mouth, pulled open his collar, and looked at his chest. There was no mark.
Wen Qing rinsed his mouth, took off his shirt, looked at his back in the mirror, and there was no mark on his back.
So last night...did he, did he have a horny dream?!
Wen Qing blushed and walked out of the bathroom slowly, and asked the system in a low voice: "Um... can you see all the changes in my body at night?"
001 responded indifferently.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder: "Then, then I have no privacy."
001: [I am the system.]
Wen Qing whispered, "But you are very humane."
Is there no shielding setting to protect player privacy?
001: [Thank you for the compliment. ]
Wen Qing: “…”
The phone beside the bed vibrated and the notification tone of a WeChat message rang out.
Wen Qing picked up the phone and opened WeChat.
One was the news that Ji Yu passed his friend certification, which he did last night.
The other few messages were just sent by Xing Ze.
Xing Ze: [Are you awake? ]
Xing Ze: [Breakfast is in the rice cooker.]
Xing Ze: [Uncle Xia said he made you a hangover soup.]
Wen Qing blinked and typed: [I'm awake. ]
As soon as the message was sent, Xing Ze called me on WeChat.
"Are you up?" Xing Ze asked.
Wen Qing responded, "Wake up."
"Um...how did I get back home after I got drunk yesterday?"
Xing Ze: "Something happened at the bureau last night, so I left first."
"It should be Uncle Xia who sent you back. You seem to have mistaken your uncle for someone else and refused to let him touch you."
His voice paused and he asked, "What happened?"
"No," Wen Qing hesitated for a while and asked again, "Then, were my clothes also changed by Uncle Xia?"
Thinking of Xia Yansi's mysophobia, Wen Qing felt even more embarrassed: "I won't vomit, will I?"
Xing Ze chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I came over to help you change your clothes this morning."
"Uncle Xia threw you on the sofa."
Wen breathed a sigh of relief. Although Xia Yansi looked very young, after all, he was too embarrassed to trouble his elders due to their seniority.
Xing Ze: "By the way, Uncle Xia said he made you some hangover soup. Has Ji Sheng brought it up?"
Wen Qing glanced around and found nothing on the dining table. He walked into the kitchen and saw only porridge being kept warm in the rice cooker.
He answered truthfully: “No.”
Xing Ze: "I'll ask Ji Sheng to bring it up."
Wen Qing quickly said, "It's okay, no need."
"You're drunk..." Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, and then Xing Ze's voice became serious, "I'll hang up first, and we'll talk later."
Wen Qing responded and simply stood in the kitchen to drink porridge.
The dogs in the neighborhood were still barking. He frowned slightly and closed the kitchen window.
Wen Qing drank porridge while searching for news about the missing case.
The first missing case occurred half a year ago. It involved a female reporter who lived alone in a South City community. Her colleagues found that she did not come to work and could not be contacted, so they called the police. The police found that the last place she appeared was Sanshui Mountain, a tourist attraction in Vancouver.
Since then, every month, when everyone was about to forget about this news, there would be another missing person case. There were no clues and no bodies. The citizens of Vancouver did not connect these cases together, but only used these missing persons cases as after-dinner talk to warn young women to be careful.
The police do not have corresponding evidence and cannot determine whether it was done by the same person or the same organization. They can only temporarily increase activities to promote safety awareness.
Wen Qing scrolled through the related topics on Weibo. Among the vast majority of posts praying for the girls' safety, there were also some stupid comments.
【Come on, police officers! I hope all the missing people are safe and sound. 】
【Pray for peace.】
[Whether you are a girl or a boy living alone, please pay attention to safety! ]
[It's already May, where are the cases for this month? Why haven't they arrived yet? ]
Wen Qing stared at the last one for a while, then clicked Report.
Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard in the community.
Wen Qing quickly put down the spoon and walked to the balcony.
The balcony was not fully enclosed, there was only a half-person-high fence. Wen Qing didn't dare to get too close and looked down from a distance.
I could vaguely see a lot of people gathered around the community flower bed, and the wind brought the words of the onlookers, "Call the police" and "110".
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then thought that this was an ordinary world, so he put on a sweatshirt and hurried downstairs.
Places with many people are definitely safer.
The elevator stopped at the 11th floor.
The door slowly opened, revealing Ji Sheng's sunny and handsome face.
Seeing Wen Qing in the elevator, Ji Sheng was stunned: "Brother, I was just about to ask you to drink the hangover soup."
"Drink it later," Wen Qing said to him, "It seems something happened downstairs."
"What's going on?" Ji Sheng was a little confused and walked into the elevator. "I was just doing my homework and I don't know anything."
Wen Qing shook his head: "I don't know either, I just heard someone calling."
The flower bed is right in the center of the community, where usually only cats and dogs gather. Now there are many people gathered there. The onlookers have different expressions. Some are taking pictures, some are recording videos. The only thing in common is that they are all a certain distance away from the flower bed.
"Woof! Woof woof!!" The sound of dogs barking was mixed in with the conversation of the crowd.
Wen Qing walked closer, followed the gaze of the crowd, and saw that a corner of the bush was missing.
Deep inside, there seemed to be a place where cats and dogs buried their feces. There was a lot of feces piled up, and a rotten hand was stuck in the middle of the feces.
Only white bones were left of the five fingers, which were bent upside down and stuck into the soil. A bit of black and gray skin was still left on the palms, hanging in the air half-detached.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, he took a step back and bumped into Ji Sheng.
"Brother, what is that?"
"Don't, don't look." Wen Qing subconsciously raised his hand and covered Ji Sheng's eyes.
Before long, the sound of sirens came closer and closer.
A group of uniformed police officers walked in, and Wen Qing saw Xing Ze at the lead.
Several police officers set up a cordon around the flower bed. The cordon was drawn in two circles, one surrounding the flower bed and the other surrounding the onlookers near the flower bed. Several police officers walked to the front row of the crowd to evacuate and guide them.
Xing Ze stood inside the cordon, looking at the pile of white bones. He raised his head and his gaze rested on the surveillance camera on the tree.
He turned around and saw Wen Qing and Ji Sheng in the crowd.
Seeing Wen Qing's pale face, Xing Ze frowned slightly, walked up to the two of them, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come down?"
Wen Qing whispered: "I heard someone calling..."
"Ji Sheng followed me down here."
Xing Ze tilted his head and looked at Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng didn't see the hand in the flower bed, and looked confused: "Cousin, why are you here?"
"What on earth is that? I didn't even see it."
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "You have to do a simple inquiry before you can go back."
Wen Qing was stunned. Are the onlookers also going to be investigated?
Xing Ze leaned over, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "You are right."
"The murderer is in this neighborhood."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked in a low voice: "Have you found any clues?"
Xing Ze hummed and didn't say much.
A young police officer ran over and said to Xing Ze, "Team Xing, Sister Zhang is calling you over."
Xing Ze responded, patted Wen Qing's shoulder, and introduced them to the young police officer: "This is my friend and my brother. Please make routine inquiries and let them go back first."
"Okay, don't worry, Criminal Team," the young police officer smiled, took out a recorder, and looked at Wen Qing and Ji Sheng kindly, "Are you all residents of the South City Community?"
Wen Qing nodded and told the truth: "We are both in Building 3. I live in 1201 and Ji Sheng lives in 1101."
The young police officer tilted his head to look at Ji Sheng. Seeing that he was wearing the school uniform of the city's key high school, his expression became gentler: "Today is Sunday. Are you going out? Or did you hear some noise and come down?"
Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "I heard someone calling, so I went downstairs to take a look."
Ji Sheng said, "I wanted to find my brother to eat at my house, and then I followed him down."
Young police officer: "About what time is it?"
Wen Qing was not sure either, so he just said, "Around nine o'clock."
The young police officer continued to ask: "Earlier, today or in the past few days, did you see anything unusual?"
Wen Qing: "There was a dog barking this morning. I don't know anything else. I just moved in yesterday."
The young police officer nodded and looked at Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng was bewildered: "I didn't notice that there have always been a lot of stray cats and dogs in the neighborhood, often playing in the flower beds."
He scratched his head: "It doesn't seem to be anything special, it's always been like this."
"Okay, there's nothing else wrong," the policeman put away the recorder and led them out of the cordon. "There may be other police officers coming to visit in the next two days, so please cooperate with us when the time comes."
Wen nodded lightly, and after taking a few steps, he stopped.
Ji Yu was standing not far away. He looked at his hand in the flower bed with no change in expression. He was still gentle and elegant, which was very different from the others who were watching the fun and were panicking.
The young police officer followed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Sheng smiled and explained, "I saw my dad."
Wen Qing glanced around and saw that most of the onlookers were uncles, aunts, and grandparents from the community. There were only a handful of young people. Ji Yu stood out among the elderly.
Looks like a murderer.
Wen Qing couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Several other young men in their twenties seemed to have gone out for something, and when they found out they had to queue up to inquire, they immediately made phone calls and sent messages. Only Ji Yu stood calmly in the crowd and did nothing.
Comparing like this, Wen Qing felt that Ji Yu was more suspicious.
The next second, Ji Sheng's muttering rang in his ears: "Dad said there were patients in the clinic this morning, why are you still here..."
"Brother, let's go quickly. Dad is here to see us."
Before Wen Qing could react, Ji Sheng pulled him out of the cordon.
Ji Yu looked at the two people who hurried away, chuckled, and said to the police officer in charge of questioning: "Yes, I called the police."
"I was getting ready to go to work and I smelled a foul odor as I passed the flower bed. It's hot now and the stench of corpses is quite obvious."
The police looked at him suspiciously: "How can you be sure that it is the smell of a corpse?"
Ji Yu said calmly: "I am very sensitive to smells, and I am a doctor, so I am very familiar with the smell of corpses."
"I reported this smell to the property management some time ago, but they couldn't find the cause and other owners didn't seem to smell it either, so the matter was left unresolved."
****
The outdoor temperature in Vancouver was relatively high in May. When Wen Qing walked into the building, a cool breeze hit his face and he couldn't help but shiver.
Seeing this, Ji Sheng smiled and asked again: "Brother, what was that just now? You didn't let me see it."
"Is it a corpse?"
Wen nodded lightly and said slowly, "Part of the body."
After hesitating for a moment, he said to Ji Sheng, "It's a hand."
The smile on Ji Sheng's face froze: "So there was a murder in the community?"
Wen Qing hummed, the image of the rotten hand kept flashing in his mind, and his face didn't look good: "It should have been a while."
The two walked into the elevator. Ji Sheng couldn't help but move closer to Wen Qing and asked in a low voice, "Brother, could it be that, that missing journalist sister?"
Wen Qing pressed the floor button: "You'll have to ask your cousin about this."
"Only one hand..." Ji Sheng paused and continued, "Is it a dismembered body?"
"Then the rest of the body...could it be that it's also in the neighborhood?"
Hearing this, Wen Qing's face turned even paler.
The only thing he was sure of was that the murderer lived in the community.
The murderer dismembered the body and dumped it in the neighborhood...it must have been intentional.
What on earth does this pervert want to do?
A cold wind suddenly blew down from the top of my head and went into my back along the collar.
Wen Qing felt a chill down his spine, and when he saw the elevator door open, he hurried out.
After walking out of the elevator and looking at the big words 1101 on the door, Wen Qing paused, realizing that he had taken the wrong path.
He just turned around and didn't have time to press the elevator button, only to see Ji Sheng open the door and say to him: "Brother, come and drink the soup, otherwise my cousin will scold me later."
Wen Qing raised the corner of his mouth: "I still..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Yansi appeared at the door, looked at him coldly, and said to Wen Qing as if giving an order: "Come in."
Wen Qing was a little scared of him, so she swallowed the words of refusal that were about to come out of her mouth, and obediently went in to change her shoes.
While changing shoes, check whether your clothes are clean.
After making sure there was no problem, Wen breathed a sigh of relief and followed Xia Yansi to the dining table.
There was a bowl of hot soup on the table, which looked like it had just been served.
Wen Qing was slightly stunned. How did Uncle Xia know that he would come now?
Is it a coincidence?
"What happened outside?" Xia Yansi asked.
Wen Qing came back to his senses and briefly recounted what he had seen and heard.
Hearing a hand in the flower bed, Xia Yansi lowered his eyes and looked into Wen Qing's dark eyes: "Ordinary people can't stand seeing a corpse for the first time."
"You may not react at the moment, but you may have a nightmare later."
Wen Qing was a little scared in his heart, but he was actually more afraid of ghosts than corpses.
So it’s actually okay.
He didn't think he would have nightmares at night, and didn't know what to say at the moment, so he nodded obediently.
Xia Yansi looked at his fluttering eyelashes and said slowly: "If you really have a sleep disorder, you can ask Ji Yu to help you mediate."
When he heard Ji Yu's name, Wen Qing felt that the fear he had about corpses in his heart suddenly disappeared completely.
All of a sudden he wasn't afraid anymore.
Compared with the corpse and Ji Yu, Ji Yu's face is of course more terrifying.
Wen Qing raised the corner of his mouth and said to Xia Yansi: "Okay, thank you uncle."
Xia Yansi hummed: "Drink soup."
Wen Qing lowered his head and drank the soup. It was the first time in his life that he drank hangover soup. He didn't expect it to be sour and spicy. He drank a big spoonful directly, which made his eyes red.
Wen Qing couldn't eat spicy food very well, and tears soon welled up in his eyes.
Xia Yansi sat opposite Wen Qing, looked at the watery light in his eyes and the flickering eyelashes, and asked casually, "Is it delicious?"
Wen Qing held back her tears and responded vaguely.
Xia Yansi: "There are more in the kitchen."
After a while, Wen Qing stammered, "That's enough to drink. Thank you, uncle."
Ji Sheng quickly said, "Little Dad, I want to drink too."
“This soup smells delicious.”
Xia Yansi responded: "I'll go to Sheng."
Wen Qing drank the soup in small sips. When she saw Xia Yansi turn around and go into the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Yansi was cold, like an emotionless robot, and he was very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Being with him was too much pressure for Wen Qing.
Wen Qing always felt that Xia Yansi might dislike him in the next second.
Just as he was thinking, Ji Sheng suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Brother, after you finish your soup, I'll go to your house and play games for a while."
Wen nodded lightly, then shook his head: "You will take the college entrance examination soon."
Ji Sheng tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, I have very good grades."
"There's only one month left, so now we need to balance work and rest."
Wen Qing asked hesitantly, "Will Uncle Xia agree?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen door opened and Xia Yansi came out holding soup.
Ji Sheng said to him with a smile: "Little Dad, I don't know how to solve some questions. I will go to my brother's house to make up for it later."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and clearly felt Xia Yansi's gaze on him.
"Okay." Xia Yansi said.
When the gaze on him moved away, Wen Qing raised his eyes cautiously, only to see Xia Yansi typing on his phone.
Maybe he is sending a message to Ji Yu? Wen Qing thought.
The next second, Wen Qing's phone vibrated and a friend request popped up on WeChat.
The note is Xia Yansi.
Wen Qing quickly accepted the application and whispered, "Uncle Xia, I accepted the friend application."
Xia Yansi hummed.
Ji Sheng said, "Brother, we haven't added each other as WeChat friends yet."
After that, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup directly, wiped his mouth and hurried into the bedroom: "I'll go get my phone and schoolbag."
Wen Qing's hand holding the spoon froze, and he and Xia Yansi were the only ones left in the living room.
He lowered his eyes and drank the soup without distraction.
Xia Yansi leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Wen Qing's face.
He stared into Wen Qing's eyes, her deer-like pupils, clearly black and white, and the emotions in her eyes were clearly visible.
It was as if the wild deer sensed the danger and was eating nervously, ready to run away at any time.
Xia Yansi's gaze gradually moved downwards, swept across Wen Qing's rosy and slightly swollen lips, and stopped on Wen Qing's slender white neck.
The small and delicate Adam's apple slides up and down, swallowing food.
Xia Yansi raised his hand and tapped the dark screen of his mobile phone rhythmically with his fingertips.
"Are you gay?"
Wen Qing almost choked on a mouthful of soup. He put down the spoon and said, "I, I'm not."
Xia Yansi responded calmly and asked, "Then you and Xing Ze..."
Wen Qing quickly said: "Xing Ze and I are just ordinary friends."
Xia Yansi lifted his eyelids. His eyes were pale and without any emotion. He asked again, "So you like women?"
Wen nodded gently.
The next second, he saw Xia Yansi pursed his lips and raised them slightly. There was no expression on his face, and the upturned corners of his mouth were particularly obvious.
Seems a little happy?
Wen Qing felt inexplicably uneasy.
What's so good about him liking girls?
Isn't Gao Xingze gay? But I am a gay, married and have children, so I shouldn't discriminate against gays...
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more he felt it was a bit strange. Seeing Ji Sheng coming out with his schoolbag, he hurriedly drank the last few mouthfuls of soup, stood up and said, "I'm done, thank you uncle."
After returning to 1201, Wen Qing's tense nerves finally relaxed.
He exhaled and lay down on the sofa.
Ji Sheng sat down next to Wen Qing and started playing games on his phone.
Wen Qing relaxed for a while, and suddenly there were bangs upstairs, and something was thrown on the floor, making a snapping sound.
Wen Qing was stunned: "Is anyone jumping rope?"
Ji Sheng looked up at the ceiling and responded, "The kids on the 13th floor like to skip rope."
“The soundproofing in the community is not good, so I always wear headphones when doing homework.”
Wen Qing nodded and began to read the local news.
There has been no official notification from the authorities yet, but the matter of the corpse has become a hot topic in the city.
Wen Qing looked for a while and found the Weibo of the first missing female reporter in the community.
Click on her Weibo, and every post is about a peaceful life.
Every few days she would post a daily vlog of what she saw and heard on her commute to get off work, and she seemed like a very sunny girl.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then turned his head to look at Ji Sheng: "Ji Sheng, do you know the missing reporter sister?"
"I don't know her," Ji Sheng shook his head and said to him, "but I have met her a few times. She..."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What happened to her?"
Ji Sheng hesitated for a moment and said tactfully: "She seems to be under a lot of work pressure, and those cats are very afraid of her."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "Does she take her anger out on small animals?"
"I saw it once," Ji Sheng glanced at his phone screen and said slowly, "This reporter sister behaves differently in real life than on the Internet."
Ji Sheng asked curiously: "Brother, why do you suddenly ask this?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "I hope the murderer can be caught quickly."
Ji Sheng burst out laughing: "Isn't my cousin investigating this case? He will surely solve it soon. My cousin is very capable."
Wen Qing hummed and stood up to get a drink for Ji Sheng.
Passing by the balcony, I looked down from a distance and saw that the community downstairs was full of policemen and police dogs, and they seemed to be searching for something.
Wen Qing was about to go back when he suddenly heard a conversation downstairs.
The balcony was not enclosed, and he could clearly hear Ji Yufu's conversation.
"Where's Ji Sheng?"
"upstairs."
"What happened to the body?"
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously held his breath, waiting for Ji Yu's answer.
After a long while, he finally heard Ji Yu say, "A Samoyed knocked over the bushes."
"Is that so?"
It was a very ordinary family conversation, Wen Qing pursed her lips.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Ji Sheng's voice came from the living room.
Wen Qing blurted out: "Nothing."
The next second, his body stiffened.
He can hear the conversation downstairs, so can those downstairs also hear his voice?
Wen Qing pinched his palm and pretended to be calm and said to Ji Sheng: "I see the police are still in the community."
He was so nervous that his heart was beating wildly. The conversation downstairs paused for a moment, as if they didn't hear his voice and continued talking about the previous topic.
"Is it cute?"
“It’s cute.”
"I want to raise a ..."
Wen Qing didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, he only heard a dog barking downstairs.
When the barking of the dogs stopped, the conversation downstairs also stopped.
Wen Qing watched the news at home all morning, and Ji Sheng played games next to him all morning. After lunch, he used the excuse of making up lessons to play games again.
Seeing that he was doing nothing, Wen Qing had no choice but to confiscate his game console and urge him to do his homework.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xing Ze came over.
Seeing Ji Sheng in the living room, Xing Ze paused and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ji Sheng sighed quietly: "I wanted to play games, but the game console was confiscated."
Xing Ze glanced at the test paper in his hand and said in a gentle tone: "Study hard."
Wen Qing quickly asked: "Have you solved the case?"
Xing Ze said helplessly: "No, it's still early."
Wen Qing was stunned: "Are all the surveillance cameras in the community useless?"
"That hand belongs to Yao Qian, the female reporter who disappeared from the community," Xing Ze paused and explained, "Community surveillance equipment and the like were installed after Yao Qian disappeared."
Xing Ze half-closed his eyes and continued, "It has been too long, the medical examiner cannot determine the exact time of death. We can only roughly guess that Yao Qian was killed not long after she disappeared."
So monitoring is of no use at all.
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Are the other parts of her body also in the community?"
"No," Xing Ze shook his head and pursed his lips, "only hands."
"The murderer did it on purpose."
Ji Sheng put down his pen and couldn't help asking, "Why did you put it on the flower bed on purpose?"
Xing Ze glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Little kid, do your homework well."
"Brother, my good cousin, just tell me." Ji Sheng not only did not do his homework, but ran to the sofa and pestered Xing Ze.
Xing Ze couldn't persuade him, so he said, "That flower bed is where stray cats and dogs defecate."
Ji Sheng: "And then?"
Xing Ze asked back: "Did you see that hand?"
Ji Sheng shook his head: "Brother didn't let me see it."
Xing Ze tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing said slowly: "The fingers of that hand seem to be broken backwards."
Ji Sheng's eyes were full of confusion: "So the murderer is a pervert who likes to torture people?"
Xing Ze shook his head.
Wen Qing tentatively replied: "Is it to punish her?"
"Yes," Xing Ze responded, "the murderer is very familiar with the neighborhood and knows that this flower bed is the most popular among stray animals."
"He deliberately put Yao Qian's hand into the animal's dung pile, thinking he was punishing her."
Wen Qing asked in confusion: "So the murderer knew that she was abusing small animals?"
Or a self-proclaimed righteous person?
Xing Ze raised his eyelids: "Who told you this?"
Ji Sheng raised his hand slowly.
Xing Ze glanced at him and continued, "Animal abuse is part of the reason."
"In addition, we found her mobile phone. After repairing it, the technical department found that there were records of videos and photos being deleted two days before she reported her disappearance."
"She might have captured the murderer's secret, so she was killed."
Wen Qing thought about it and was still a little puzzled: "The murderer just put his hand in the community like this, isn't he afraid of being discovered?"
Xing Ze habitually took out his lighter and met Wen Qing's eyes. His hand holding the cigarette paused, and he fiddled with the lighter cap and explained, "He is not only punishing Yao Qian, but he also deliberately wants to be discovered."
“These types of offenders crave attention.”
"There is one missing person case every month because he enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention."
Xing Ze looked at them and asked, "Did you see anyone unusual when you went downstairs?"
Ji Sheng shook his head: "I don't know what happened."
Wen Qing was a little hesitant. He wanted to talk about Ji Yu, but it was not easy to say it in front of Ji Sheng, so he shook his head at Xing Ze.
He thought, let’s wait until Ji Sheng comes home.
As a result, before Ji Sheng returned home, Wen Qing received a strange text message.
【I really want to fuck you. 】
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at the note. It was an unfamiliar number.
He stared at the four words for a while, then typed slowly: [Hello, you sent this to the wrong person.]
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