You Mingxu opened his eyes suddenly, and felt cold sweat breaking out all over his body. My mind was still dizzy, and I couldn't tell whether the wheel tracks that just appeared in my mind were a dream or something I saw during the day.
Or was it that she didn't see it clearly during the day and overlooked the details, but she just remembered them?
She jumped up and looked at her watch. It was only 3:50, just 20 minutes had passed. Looking into the interrogation room again, the first person he saw was Yin Feng. He looked extremely focused, staring at Fu Wenxiu and taking notes quickly with the pen in his hand. Look, he has become another man.
And Fu Wenxiu was actually quite obedient in his hands, but he still spoke with a sinister smile on his face.
It will take them some time to finish the polygraph test. But You Mingxu couldn't sit still anymore. She turned around, went downstairs, and drove into the dim night alone.
A lot of police force has been added to these streets. Even at this time, You Mingxu encountered several police cars and police officers on duty along the way. She lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly along the way. When he drove near Deng's house, he parked the car silently and threw away the cigarette butt.
She walked to the outside of the Deng family's courtyard. There was no light inside, and everyone was probably asleep. The wall was not very high, so she took a few steps back, climbed up by pushing herself up, and lay on the top of the wall.
The moonlight was so bright and clear above my head that the huge courtyard could be vaguely seen. You Mingxu noticed the extra van under the tree at a glance. It was grayish white, a gold cup, and semi-old.
You Mingxu felt his heart tremble violently and his palms were full of sweat. But she didn't have time to think carefully, and she didn't want to wait even a minute. Just as she was about to jump into the yard, her heart suddenly moved. She took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Yin Feng: "Come to Deng's house." Then she turned her cell phone to silent mode and jumped in.
The rooms were all pitch dark, without a sound. She slowly walked to the van and looked inside through the window. Although the light was dim, she could still see some dark, mottled, suspicious marks in the car and on the seats that had already dried.
You Mingxu stood there for a few seconds and looked towards the slaughter room. She tiptoed over and found that the door was not locked and was slightly open. She slowly opened the door, and a very slight "creaking" sound was heard in the air.
She immediately turned to look at the other two rooms, but there was no movement. But she didn't move. She lowered her head and waited for a minute or two. The yard was still quiet, so she slipped into the slaughter room.
The room was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly. The tools and pieces of meat seen before became a bunch of shadows with blurred outlines. Only the moonlight shines through the old windows, providing a faint glow.
You Mingxu had a flashlight in his pocket, but he didn't turn it on and walked slowly inside. Even in the dark, the knives were neatly arranged, as if they were lined up waiting for their owner to arrive. You Mingxu thought of Yin Feng's inference: If you arrive at the workplace, you will find that everything is tidy as if it had been sorted by a machine. This is the obsessive-compulsive disorder he developed after working as a craftsman for many years. She felt a chill creeping into her heart, and when she reached one-third of the room, she caught a glimpse of something on the chopping board.
She was 100% sure that thing was not here the last time she came.
That's a hammer. Medium size, very dark in color. It is still unclear whether there is blood on it, nor can it be determined whether the details are the same as the one in the surveillance video. But You Mingxu's intuition told him that this was it.
You Mingxu stood in the middle of the silent and dark slaughterhouse, but he only felt a cold breath coming towards him from all directions. The four suspects, who came from the streets, all fit the profile. One truth and three lies, no clues. It was just like the murderer had been hiding in the crowd for the past year, and because he was so ordinary, it was extremely difficult to identify him.
In the end, it was the small mud marks of the wheels that exposed the truth. Life is full of different things, and many people feel guilty when they see it. But the carpenter who was as dull and strong as him was not one of them, nor was the veterinarian with a tendency to sexual crimes, nor was the schizophrenic fishmonger with smudged fingerprints on his hands.
A kind of dry, cold, and strong will suddenly rose from the heart of a woman like You Mingxu. Her whole body suddenly became alert and tense, like an eagle with folded wings, stepping on the branches on the edge of the cliff and tiptoeing forward.
But this will was ruthlessly shattered and collapsed when she saw the person lying on the plan board in front of her.
She jumped up and ran over.
Above the chopping board where Fan Jia was lying, there was a window facing her, and some light was leaking in. Then You Mingxu could see that her face was pale, her body was covered with horrible scars, and some corpse spots had already appeared.
You Mingxu reached out to feel her breath and pulse, only to find that his hands were shaking. Her tears were already flowing, but she was completely unaware. She suddenly knelt down beside the chopping board, holding Fan Jia's hand with one hand and pressing her face with the other.
The darkness in the room seemed to crash upon her at the same moment. She heard herself crying, a sound she had never heard before, shrill and choked, and surprisingly similar to the cry of a person with a blocked mouth. For the first time in many years, she had absolutely no control over herself. At this moment, she threw everything behind her. She had no strength left in her body and sat down on the ground, tears streaming down her face. Only her hands were still tightly clasping Fan Jia's pale and stiff fingertips.
The sky is falling. The sky is really falling, she thought.
Otherwise, how could a child like Fan Jia be sacrificed?
Sacrificed at the hands of criminals.
As her team leader, the person she relied on the most, he did not find her before she died, and was unable to save her from the terrible darkness.
What did she go through before her death? Did this policeman go through all the cruel tortures that the victims would go through that went beyond the limits of human beings? And the scariest thing is, you always hold on to the hope of being saved but can only watch the hope die out little by little before your eyes?
You Mingxu suddenly let out a roar, or it would be more appropriate to say a scream. It was the most fragile and broken sound that you could imagine a strong woman like her making.
Then she stood up and bent down. She forgot all her principles and vigilance and wanted to pick up Fan Jia and take her back.
A strong gust of wind hit the back of her head hard.
If this were normal, even if the man behind him was as strong as an ox, You Mingxu would be able to avoid him if he was careful. But at this moment she was in a daze, completely unaware of the dangers in the outside world. After hearing the strong wind, only her body's instinct, which had been trained for many years, reacted, and her upper body bent downwards. .
The hammer hit her on the back. A sudden sharp pain came from his back, You Mingxu staggered and hit the chopping board, and Fan Jia, who was in his arms, also slipped out of his arms.
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