The female police officer looked over with a strange look, as if she couldn't believe why she was still alive.
But Xu Shuo felt that the murderer was not her.
If so, the first time I saw Qiuzi just now, I shouldn't have been stunned, but shocked. I even realized after staying for a while that the girl was changing clothes.
Xu Shuo now pretended to be an innocent person who knew nothing, and asked curiously: "Did someone call the police that a murder occurred here? How did he know?"
Officer Zhang, who was looking at the girl carefully, came back to his senses, frowned and said: "The other party called the police from a public phone. There is no way to trace the mobile phone number. I will call the street camera to check when I get back later. But you -"
After speaking, Officer Zhang changed his words, pointed at the girl's neck and said, "What's going on with you?"
Xu Shuo touched his neck when he heard this.
Qiuzi died after her neck was broken. Even though the traces are very faint now, they are still somewhat conspicuous against the pale skin.
But he said calmly: "The dance clothes are very tight. I tightened them just now when I changed clothes."
Officer Zhang nodded and walked into the lounge as if to look at the place. He really didn't find anything wrong. Finally, he said: "Maybe someone is playing a prank. Just be fine. Are you usually the only one here?"
"Well, time has been tight recently, so I will come over to practice in the evening, usually by myself." Xu Shuo lowered his eyebrows and said, "At this time, I also plan to go back."
"You're already here. It's so late. Let me take you back by the way." Officer Zhang looked at the time and said.
"Ok. Please wait for a moment."
Xu Shuo did not refuse. He stuffed his dance practice clothes into his backpack, took out his mobile phone from the cabinet, and put away the water glass placed on the wall of the dance studio.
Among them, the security guard kept complaining to the police, and he didn't know who was so prankish and scary.
Because this dance troupe seems to be preparing some performance recently, the girl comes here to practice at seven o'clock every night. It has been going on for more than a month, and nothing has ever happened.
Officer Zhang stood quietly by the side, watching the girl's every move, and waited for her to clean up before leaving the dance studio with him.
After the lights were turned off and the door was locked, the entire empty dance studio fell into dead silence again. There seemed to be something sticky flowing slowly in the darkness.
…
There is basic information about the character in the player's handbook. This time, there is no information at all. At least Qiuzi's address is written on it.
Light rain fell on the ground, and colorful neon lights flashed on the streets, but the dilapidated old city was not popular, with only brilliance and no atmosphere.
Officer Zhang drove the car and occasionally glanced at the girl sitting in the passenger seat.
I don't know if it's because of the dance practice, but the girl's thin body looks very delicate, her skin is pale to the point of being sickly, and the curved mark on her neck has faded a lot.
She held her chin and faced the window, as if watching the rain. Her whole person looked demure and indifferent.
Suddenly, the girl turned her head and looked at her with confusion.
Could it be that she is too straightforward?
Officer Zhang quickly looked away, a little embarrassed, and then said: "Do you go back so late every day from practice? Why don't you find someone to accompany you?"
Xu Shuo smiled: "Others have their own arrangements. I'm worried that something will go wrong when the time comes, so I have to practice more."
"What show are you going to perform?" Officer Zhang asked.
"..." Xu Shuo paused for a moment, then said apologetically: "I haven't been selected yet. The teacher said that we still need to conduct internal competition to select the protagonist."
"So strict."
Officer Zhang smiled teasingly. She looked at the girl inquiringly and asked curiously, "How many of you are competing?"
"..."
Asking such detailed questions about trivial matters, could this guy be actually a player?
Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to say something when the car suddenly vibrated. He leaned forward suddenly, and then was pulled back by the seat belt.
Officer Zhang slammed on the brakes.
Because of the rain, the speed of the police car was not very fast, but when it passed a fork in the road, a black figure suddenly rushed out from the right side. Officer Zhang was so fast that he didn't even react.
She stopped the police car, looked out the window seriously, and said while unbuckling her seat belt: "Stay in the car and don't get out."
"Okay." Xu Shuo nodded obediently, but he wanted to lower the window to see the situation, but found that the window was locked.
The light rain outside was pattering, hitting the car windows and blocking some of the sight. The street lights on the streets of the old city were not bright, not to mention that we had entered the small lane of the urban village.
There was no one on the street. In the quiet night, there seemed to be only the muffled sound of rain between heaven and earth.
From the front windshield window, you can see Officer Zhang squatting down after getting out of the car, as if she hit something. After a while, she stood up again, her expression unclear in the misty rain.
Officer Zhang turned around and walked back to the driver's seat, opened the car door, sat in wetly, and restarted the car.
Xu Shuo asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"You saw it wrong, it's just a large black garbage bag blown by the wind." Officer Zhang said calmly, started the police car and hit the road again.
"That's it."
Xu Shuo didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head slightly and looked out the window, but it was dark outside, and the neon colors were only bright above his head, like a diffuse aurora.
The police car drove into the urban village and stopped in front of an old building. Qiuzi's residence arrived.
This time, Officer Zhang did not bring up the idea of going up with him. He just told her to send her a message when he got home, and then drove away in a hurry.
Xu Shuo stood downstairs and watched the police car leave, then raised his hand and touched his neck.
…
In the drizzle, the police car once again arrived at the fork in the road where the accident occurred.
Officer Zhang got out of the car to check. However, the black dog that originally hit the police car was no longer lying on the ground. The rain washed away the blood on the ground and flowed into the sewer.
Looking at the dark, secluded side road next to him, Officer Zhang frowned and looked serious, but he had no intention of going in alone to check.
As we all know, this is how the lone rangers in horror movies receive their lunch boxes.
After taking a few photos of the place and telling her boss what happened, she drove away.
Along the way, Officer Zhang paid careful attention to his surroundings. It was not until he arrived at the police station that he relaxed a little and quickly got out of the car and went straight to the chief's office.
"I received your message." The director sitting behind the desk said as soon as she came in.
"Phew, I was worried that I would be targeted along the way." Officer Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, slumped down on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water and finished the job.
Therefore, she wanted to tell others the news in advance, so that at least there would be traces to follow if something happened.
The director is processing the files of missing persons. Recently, many young girls have disappeared in the city, or other bizarre murders have occurred, causing people to panic.
And those missing locations all have one thing in common: there is a dead black dog lying there, and there is a passage:
"The darkness in my heart is like a black dog. It will bite me every chance it gets. No one can escape."
