Case File Compendium

"Your friend?"

After a while, Xie Qingcheng hung up the phone and went into the room. He Yu asked.

Xie Qingcheng didn't plan to explain much to He Yu, it is estimated that Mr. He Yu has forgotten things, and he has long forgotten Chen Wan, who was a meal, so he simply said: "That's it. "

"He said he was coming over just after work."

"I didn't allow it."

Xie Qingcheng sent Chen slow and brought the cooked noodles out of the kitchen. When he was busy, Young Master He looked at him like an uncle, and didn't want to go up to help, he only knew to ask about Chen slow.

"Why did he take the initiative to find you."

"They said they were friends."

"You're young, how old are you?"

"Similar to you."

"Professor Xie has made many friends." He Yu said, "Don't you have a generation gap?"

“…”

Xie Qingcheng felt that he was inexplicable, put down his chopsticks and his eyes became cold: "You Galaxy Police? Asking so wide, what does my social circle have to do with you."

He Yu was speechless.

He really had nothing to say. After he recovered, he really felt that he was nervous, and he cared about what he was doing.

Xie Qingcheng pushed a bowl of noodles covered with a poached egg to He Yu.

"Eat your food, I'll go and call your dad."

This moment.

In an office in a teaching building of Shanghai University, Zhang Yong curled up in the dark corner of the office, the door of the office was closed.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he took the sweat towel to wipe it, but the sweat towel was soaked, almost wringing out the water.

His piggy mung bean eyes have been staring at the direction of the iron gate, which is the only entrance for outsiders to come in. He has been staring at it for a long time, and when the photo of Wang Jiankang's body was exposed, he knew that the next one was himself.

color transaction.

The women in the mental hospital are also very beautiful, and some are even the students of Shanghai University who were tricked into the treatment by them. They are well-behaved and obedient, can arouse many men's desire to be ravaged, and are very safe .

Not many people will pay attention to their spiritual world and take their words seriously, some women are tortured crazy, even forgetful, they can forget what they have done to her Seven seven eight eight.

It doesn't matter if you are pregnant. They and Liang Jicheng have been partners for many years. Liang Jicheng knows how to deal with it, and knows how to find those strict researchers to deal with the "criminal evidence".

But...

But this was not what he wanted to do in the first place!

After the Chengkang Mental Hospital was burnt to the ground, the man comforted them, saying that everything was dealt with cleanly, and at most Liang Jicheng's floor was found, and the rest were dead without evidence, let them not worry.

But Wang Jiankang died suddenly.

His and one other brother's surname was also attached to the killing video, followed by a terrifying hint of the handkerchief throwing game.

Zhang Yong just came out of the teaching building when he saw the radio and television tower. He was so frightened that he lost all his soul and spirit in an instant. While running wildly without any clue, he called "that person" in panic and without thinking.

The phone is on. The sound of soothing music was very pleasant, and there was also the faint voice of a foreign masseuse asking for strength.

They are dying.

That person is still doing SPA.

"Hey...hey!" Zhang Yong's eyes were splitting, he hated and feared. He lowered his voice but couldn't suppress his anger, let alone his fear.

"Hi!"

"Oh." The other party smiled, "Director Zhang. It's so late, what's the matter?"

Zhang Courage made his cerebral blood vessels collapse, and his voice became very distorted: "What are you pretending! Wang Jiankang is dead! He is dead! You said that Chengkang's hygiene has been cleaned up, let Let's not worry, what's going on now! Say it!"

"Well...it's comfortable, just use more force on the shoulders." The man and the masseuse said a few words in English, and then slowly said to Zhang Yong, "Brother, Chengkang's hygiene is It's been cleaned up. But the dog is desperately sniffing people and insisting on smelling the blood on the ground, and it smells coming to our door, so what do you say?"

"I don't care! You should find a way! You take the most benefits, you..."

But the other party interrupted him with a smile: "Director Zhang, things in this world are often unfair. You are also an adult, why don't you understand this?"

Zhang Yong was sweating profusely. He stared at the phone, knowing that that person would not help him any more, and would even harm him.

Seeking skin with a tiger is often the result.

Zhang Yong looked up at the blood-red TV tower, like waking up from a dream, threw the cell phone that could track the signal into the bushes, and ran towards the teaching building.

Now, he is huddled in one of the offices.

There are so many buildings in Shanghai University, the offices and classrooms add up to one thousand if not ten thousand.

He hid inside and took off the smart watch with positioning function, it should be safe. As long as he avoids tonight, he will turn himself in.

He thought about it, he can no longer be lucky, he may get a commutation of his sentence, and he will not end up with the result of being strangled alive like Wang Jiankang naked...

Thinking of Wang Jiankang's death, Zhang Yong shuddered again, he swallowed hard, Jiang Lanpei's figure seemed to be shaking in front of his eyes, the female ghost in red clothes and red shoes was about to come He also took away.

"Bah!" He shivered, and gave himself a little courage, "Bah, bah! What are you thinking, there are no ghosts! There are no ghosts in this world!"

As if to overthrow his statement, suddenly—

A woman's chuckle resounded in this enclosed space: "Hee hee..."

Zhang Yong jumped up in fright, his facial features deformed: "Who! Who?!"

No sound again.

It was as if the slight smile just now was an illusion.

Zhang Yong's fat and sweaty back was clinging to the cold wall. The office he chose specially had only doors and no windows! The office is so small that it doesn't even have a cabinet to hide people! Where did this sound come from? Zhang Yong's whole body was soaked with sweat, like a live fish caught from the water, and his heart was about to pop out of his mouth.

And then, like a killing game, there must be a ritual part.

The singing started again.

"Throw it... throw it away... throw away the handkerchief... put it gently, behind the child, don't tell him..."

But he no longer has a cell phone!

Where did this flat electronic sound come from? Where is the cell phone? With a glimmer of hope, he consoled himself—did someone forget their phone in this office?

Zhang Yong could hardly stand up, struggling to tell the direction of the sound.

He slowly, following the singing, moved those eyes that were bulging like bullfrogs upwards, towards the ceiling...the top of his head...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Zhang Yong let out a scream that could be heard in the entire teaching building—

It is the air conditioning inspection port! !

The air conditioning inspection port was opened at some point! A woman with red clothes and black hair was looking down at him coldly from the overhead floor, and then smiled faintly at him.

Zhang Yong had underlying cardiovascular disease, but now his face turned pale, his lips turned blue, and his thick chest with amulets on it heaved violently, and suddenly—

Zhang Yong didn't catch his breath, he covered his heart, took two steps back, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhang Yong didn't realize that the space above was enough for a living person to crawl.

The woman opened the inspection port and jumped from it, holding a sharp knife in her hand...

"You...you...!"

In extreme panic, Zhang Yong could still see the woman's face clearly - a very coquettish face, closed to the moon and shy, and unspeakably charming. But at this moment, in his eyes, it is like a ghost crawling out of hell!

Jiang Liping!

It's Jiang Liping! !

"Since you have seen me, you will definitely not be alive today." Jiang Liping approached him with a smile, "How do you want to die? Knife? Gun? They are all very happy ways to die... "

"You, you are their person?! You, you are not just a broken shoe, you are still...you are still their person!"

"Yes, I am theirs." Jiang Liping smiled sweetly, "Otherwise, why do you think I am willing to mingle with you rotten greasy old men all day long?"

Zhang Yong stepped back...stepped back...He clutched his heart, staggered on his knees and moved back, staring at the iron gate behind him—and—

"Bang!"

The strength that he burst out from nowhere, perhaps the desire to survive in his bones, made him run wild like a wild animal, slammed the door hard and ran out.

Jiang Liping's eyes darkened.

He ran?

Running doesn't matter.

The surrounding area is already full of murderous intentions, he is just changing the way of death.

She knew she didn't have to catch up with this man who was already half crazy, not to mention she couldn't chase him out, there were police outside, otherwise why would she have to pass the keel ceiling from the overhead floor of the ceiling Pass?

"Boss, Zhang Yong ran out of Classroom 4406." Jiang Liping whispered with a special contact microphone on Zhu's lips, "Exit 3. I'll take Exit 6, and let the people you support come. pick me up."

Zhang Yong escaped from the teaching building, his screams and movements attracted the attention of the police, and the police and police cars quickly approached in his direction.

Zhang Yong did not expect that one day, the siren that he would be afraid of in his dreams would become God's redemption song. He was dripping with sweat and shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help! I'll report it! Help me... There's a murderer in that building...!"

He ran out of breath, the amulet on his chest flickered, Zhang Yong still hadn't noticed the dim light of the electronic signal flashing in a small hole in the amulet...

I'm afraid it's a ghost.

That's organizational rotten meat that will be removed sooner or later.

"Help me...help..."

"Help!"

The police guarding this circle heard his screams and immediately ran towards him in full armor.

Zhang Yong's eyes flashed fiercely, he almost exhausted his strength to run towards the police, like a drowning man trying to swim to the shore in a storm—

He doesn't die, he doesn't die...

Soon...

Soon…

He could already see the nervous and determined look of the police officer who was closest to him, he cried and stretched out his hand to them...

"Help me, I said, I said everything, I—"

"Bang!!"

An eerie bang!

The secret pouring came to an abrupt end.

It was dead silence.

The moment Zhang Yong was running across the fork and was about to meet the police, a school cafeteria refrigerated truck parked at the fork suddenly made a terrifying engine roar, and then rushed to the point of surrender Zhang Yong, who surrendered himself, slammed into it!

Everyone had to stop abruptly in an instant, and watched Zhang Yong be hit by the car and bounced off the wall in an instant!

The truck, with its headlights on, ran over again at the corpse on the ground, crushing half of Zhang Yong's body in an instant...

"Team Zheng!"

After a few horrific silences.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed policeman shouted, his voice slightly distorted due to the huge stimulation in a short time: "Look! There is no one in the driver's seat of that car! It's a driverless car! The car is Move by yourself! How can this happen!"

Zheng Jingfeng, who was in charge of this sudden case, was an old criminal policeman. He was near here. He happened to see the scene where Zhang Yong was killed. Seeing this scene, the old criminal policeman suddenly Thinking of something, a certain case from nineteen years ago seemed to be repeating before my eyes. The tragic scene flashed suddenly, and Zheng Jingfeng's expression changed suddenly!

He shouted at everyone: "Get down! Get down!"

Boom!

…

Zheng Jingfeng got up from the ground coughing, panting to look at the half-burning steel machine, the unmanned vehicle, the cab that spontaneously ignited after hitting someone, and the ground was crushed in half The corpse... The old detective's face became very, very ugly in the bright fire...

He seemed to be back to that day nineteen years ago...

The situation in front of me is almost the same as that day.

The only difference is that at that time, there were two of his comrades, a husband and wife, lying under the wheel.

—

Xie Ping, Zhou Muying.

"Throw it, throw it away, throw away the handkerchief, put it gently, behind the child, don't tell him..."

Second tagged, dead.

The soft and treacherous nursery rhyme once again echoed over the campus of Shanghai University through countless electronic mobile devices.

In the middle, there was a muffled sound.

Countless heads dropped, staring at the phone screen in horror.

The handkerchief-throwing electronic villain behind the Z letter also stopped, the electronic girl grabbed the electronic boy, the boy fell to the ground, a bright red handkerchief was behind him, and the electronic fire burned from the little boy.

After a few seconds, the murder video changed again—

It's another photo, shot from above and the telephoto lens is stretched.

In the photo, the fire was burning, swallowing the front of the refrigerated truck. Zhang Yong's body fell in front of the burning monster, and half of his body had been crushed into a paste...

"Someone killed again!"

"I know him! Zhang Yong! Director of the school's foreign exchange office!"

"Z is Zhang Yong..."

This scene was reflected in tens of thousands of eyes through projection, one of which was a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes, which were wide open at the moment, watching this scene in disbelief—

Xie Qingcheng froze.

The blood became extremely cold in an instant.

He couldn't believe it, today, today, in this video serial murder case, he saw the same...the car exploded and burned after hitting people automatically.

He seemed to be suddenly strangled by an invisible hand, and was slammed into a thick darkness. The photo of Zhang Yong's death in the video was swayed with him at this moment. Do not go to the nightmare of overlapping ghosting.

The nightmare that lasted for nineteen years...

The answer that he could never find and could only give up in the end...

Xie Qing's blood-cold hand did not hold the cup, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered!

"Xie Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?" He Yu realized that the mood of the people around him was wrong, and Xie Qingcheng's state was completely different from when they saw the first photo.

When Wang Jiankang was killed, Xie Qingcheng treated him like a normal person. He sees, analyzes, obeys the police's request, returns to the dormitory, what should be done and what should not be done, he has very clear boundaries.

But as soon as this photo of Zhang Yong came out, Xie Qingcheng ignored He Yu and didn't even say a word of analysis. Went to Xie Xue's bedroom and closed the door in front of He Yu.

He Yu only had time to hear him and the person answering the phone say, "Team Zheng, it's me..."