Countless dark figures were swaying on the heavy walls, but there was no sound, like a mime with complicated lights and shadows.
But he knew the viciousness of this beautiful mime, so he had no time to appreciate it and avoided it.
Escape, escape, he was on a hopeless escape.
The flickering orange-red light is almost everywhere, directing the scalding heat wave to wildly swallow up all the remnants of the old and all existing objects.
In all fields of vision, sinister light filled all the places where one looked.
There was no end to the twists and turns of the streets. He took steps countless times, hastily escaping from the biting light, followed the darkness to find the last dead corner, and hid in fear in the only corner where people could be spared.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound in the distance.
It was extremely loud, the only sudden sound besides the endless burning of the flames. It's like the breaking of porcelain, and it's like a sign of disaster.
He turned his head hastily, and a shadow suddenly appeared, reflected on the red-lit wall.
Then suddenly it disappeared.
He had already recognized whose shadow it was, and even his usual fear lost its ability to intimidate at this moment, leaving only the only thought in his heart.
"Don't go!" He shouted uncontrollably.
"Don't……"
His mouth was half open, but at this moment he opened his eyes.
"Walk……?"
The early morning light is always gentle and kind, and a rare beam of warmth shines on the warm quilt. There was no sweet bird song, but there was a rustling sound outside the door.
The sound came from far away, from the bustling breakfast stalls on the street, and from the guard dogs that were busy barking to drive away all the pedestrians.
You can even vaguely hear the hooves of a privately raised rooster, crowing wildly and dutifully. I wonder where this rare living creature in the city is hiding in a hidden corner of the building.
...Someone is saving money for an alarm clock again, he thought to himself, turned over, and frowned at the few thick books scattered around the bedside.
His expression was still in a trance, as if he was still facing the consideration of life and death.
But, I had another dream.
"Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang! Is this child up yet?" A familiar shout came from outside the door.
Only then did Tang Qian come to his senses. He quickly picked up the clothes by the window and put them on directly.
"Wake up!" He looked at the mirror on the bedside table and fiddled with his messy hair with his hands, barely giving it a normal human shape.
Then he jumped out of bed with his schoolbag on his back and rushed out of the door.
"You're almost late. What's wrong with you kid today?" The woman outside the door squinted at him barging in and began to complain, "I won't call you if you do this again. I'll teach you a lesson. Look, how big a man he is. , use it as your own human alarm clock.”
"I've been awake for a long time. I'm... studying." Tang Qian smiled dryly and glanced at his watch. Time was really tight. "Aunt, I'm leaving."
"Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth? There's still breakfast..."
His figure froze.
Tang Qian stepped into the school gate, still holding the pancakes he bought at a roadside stall, only half of which he had eaten. The classmates standing guard at the door were about to finish their work, so he walked through the door quickly, just avoiding the penultimate chance of being late.
Outside the gate he passed in a hurry, in an inconspicuous security booth, a tall man was standing in front of the window, watching Tang Qian's figure disappear from sight.
"Please be careful lately and don't let anyone else come in." Song Qiaoyu said slowly, and the security guard standing behind him nodded in agreement.
The big main door slowly closed, leaving only a small door with a registration form next to it for latecomers.
The last remaining classmate on duty was still standing at the door. Most of the few students queuing behind were frowning and miserable, as if they had foreseen the situation where they would be scolded.
Song Qiaoyu took out her cell phone from her pocket again, rummaged around and found a photo: "Also, if this baby-faced girl has anything to do, please cooperate. She is also a police officer."
The security guard recognized it for a while, then nodded and said yes.
He walked out of the school gate against the flow of students lining up.
Nanfeng Middle School in Nanfeng District is a school with a good reputation, and its high school enrollment rate is among the highest in the city. But if there were no residential campuses, the school's student pool might be much worse.
The address of Nanfeng Middle School is near the city center.
It's only a few kilometers away, but the area around the school is not that popular, and even looks like a mixed place to others. There is always such an embarrassing thing in a prosperous city. It has not been renovated and renovated, and the location is really accessible from the north to the south, which is very convenient.
This is a village in the city. Needless to say, the buildings are crowded. There are rows of hawkers stationed on both sides of the already narrow road. It is very lively, but it is also unstoppable and makes the ground a mess. Even the sanitation workers have to It’s best to stay here when it’s late at night.
Song Qiaoyu followed the address she had checked in advance, asked a few idle people, and came to a bunch of crowded bungalows.
He stared at the rental advertisement posted on the wall and thought for a moment.
The advertisement was dog-eared and shabby, with a hint of old age. It seemed that it had been posted for a long time, but no one had replaced it. They just ignored it and let it hang there to see if there was anyone destined for it. The price quoted above for renting a house is a bit expensive.
But it's not a complete rip-off, and it doesn't make sense. Although the location is really messy and the housing conditions are not so good, at any rate, this unique location can be regarded as a mini "school district housing", and it can be regarded as some self-esteem.
Song Qiaoyu dialed the number above.
"Excuse me, can I rent a house?" When the phone was connected, he asked calmly.
The reason why this happened can be traced back to yesterday.
"The serial murder case has been confirmed. This case is so exciting. You must have heard the news about the one who was strangled to death on the street." Liang An sighed, "It's obviously hard to survive, but why am I so unhappy?"
He leaned against the door and rubbed his temples, seemingly distressed.
"What's going viral on the Internet...is that about committing murder in the street?" Lu Yao sat aside, burying his head in his mouth and taking a mouthful of a chocolate. She finished half the box, and finally took the time to raise her eyes and ask, vaguely, "No Did you say you refuted the rumors?"
"The rumor was refuted by the message about a random murderer who killed anyone after catching him." Shao Zi swiped his phone and turned around from his office chair. "Serial murder case? This is the discovery of the second deceased."
"To be precise, he was the first one to die." Mo Yunwan followed Liang An, walked over and looked around, "The new one died earlier than the old one, but the murder weapon was the same kind of rope."
Lu Yao nodded mechanically in agreement and grabbed a handful of potato chips. Shao Zi sometimes wonders if this girl's stomach is a bottomless pit, and she can eat so much without gaining weight.
"It's a case at the forefront of the storm," Shao Zi turned to look at Liang An, "But it's not like I haven't experienced it before. Why did you have such a big reaction?"
Without waiting for Liang An to explain, Mo Yunwan gave the answer: "This is in the mouth of the second deceased."
What she took out was an evidence bag containing a fragment of porcelain, stained with a sticky liquid.
This is a small fragment, but it is extremely rich in content, exquisite in texture and colorful. It doesn’t seem so
"This pattern..." Shao Zi said subconsciously, but the next moment he realized that others were looking at him, "It looks unusual... Look what I am doing, do I look like a treasure appraisal expert?"
"Is it this one?"
Lu Yao was actually not idle during his eating break. At this time, he had already found the answer through the omnipotent Internet.
She turned the computer screen around.
On the screen was an enlarged picture of the entire porcelain.
In one corner of the picture, there is a pattern that is exactly the same as that of the porcelain fragments. Every pattern that is so similar that it can be completely stacked shows that they are indeed the same item.
"It was in the collection of the Cadiz Museum twenty years ago, but it is actually an antique unearthed in our country." Lu Yao's eyes wandered away, and he was still talking about serious matters. His eyes went to the bag of unwrapped packages on Shao Zi's desk. Unwrapped marshmallows.
She is probably the reincarnation of Taotie, so it is difficult for anyone to be her complete confidant in this regard.
"How did you find this out?" Song Qiaoyu finally couldn't help it.
This was indeed beyond Song Qiaoyu's ability to understand. He even wondered if there was any special retrieval software or a database for searching pictures. But finding this matching image in such a short period of time is really unreasonable.
Shao Zi coughed dryly on her behalf: "It's not that exaggerated. Lu Yao, please bring up that post."
"Pay tribute to the greatest invention - the Internet! This is a great place to work together." Lu Yao was a little gloating, "But our poor boss is not very happy about this. Well, it is indeed a trouble. "
Having said that, she still followed her instructions and brought out the source of all evil that caused Captain Liang a headache.
[Undear murderer:
I see what you did, and I also know that you killed more people and committed more crimes to cover up your own misdeeds.
After seeing this picture, I think you will know who I am.
If you want to be reborn, you might as well find me before killing all the traitors, and then try to silence me forever.
Otherwise, you know what will happen, as always. 】
Then attached is the image of the porcelain. This is just a picture taken from the official website of the stolen museum. It is not a photo that is difficult to find. It was just sent out before the porcelain pieces were found... It is enough to show that this person is indeed At least he knew about the murder.
It seems to be the prank of a person suffering from chuunibyou, but it is really thought-provoking that it was posted at this time.
Song Qiaoyu saw that this post had a non-anonymous poster.
The poster's nickname is Tang Feng, which seems like a normal person's real name.
"I thought this was just an ordinary chuunibyou." Shao Zi couldn't help complaining, "This can't be a coincidence, right? If the murderer finds out that this person really has something special, then this guy will be dead. .”
The post has already been read tens of thousands of times, with countless people speculating on the identity of the person who posted it, and some finding the content to be cryptic and insulting. But after it was just a picture that was found to be a stolen antique by various people, different speculations gradually took over the discussions.
"As soon as this letter came out, I was interested in checking it. The more I checked, the more complicated it became. I transferred various IP addresses many times to hide my traces, but the method was very inexperienced. Maybe he thought he was It's well hidden." Lu Yao muttered, "Although it's true that I can unlock these, as soon as I said that, I immediately asked the Internet police to help protect the information. If it is in time, no one will find it."
Her response was very quick, and she also retrieved some basic information.
"Tang Qian, seventeen years old, a sophomore student at Nanfeng Middle School." Liang An looked directly at the content of the information, "If you want to be just in case, you must protect him..."
"I'll do it." Song Qiaoyu said at this moment.
No one has a different opinion on this matter - after all, letting Song Qiaoyu take action is indeed the best choice. Not only sniping, as a young retired special forces soldier, Song Qiaoyu's ability in this area is undoubtedly the most reliable.
And at present, it is really difficult for him to help elsewhere.
But the reason why Song Qiaoyu proposed to take over... was not just this.
After listening to all the instructions and even accepting the reality of letting Lu Yao sneak into the school as his partner for protection, he began to look for clues that he could find, trying to confirm some of his conjectures.
He was not good at using some complicated software on his mobile phone, but he was not very skilled at finding the corresponding post through keywords on the search interface.
Posted by: Tang Feng.
These two words.
As he scrolled through the account's homepage, which was completely empty except for the rapidly rising posts, he fell into deep thought.
