Night sand

Bao Xiaoxing asked:"Let's go back to the source of the whole thing first. What did 'We Eleven' ask us to do in the first place?"

"Looking for a grave!"

The fat man's hand stretched out towards the dish froze in mid-air.

Bao Xiaoxing then asked:"Yes, why is he so familiar with Zhou Mubing's graveyard? This shows what?"

"He and Zhou Mubing are acquaintances, or maybe relatives!"

The fat man took back his chopsticks, slapped it on the table with a"pop", and said excitedly:"Grandma, it's getting busier and more chaotic. I didn't expect such an obvious clue!"

"Don't worry, since 'We Eleven' dared to reveal this information to us blatantly and deliberately, it means that he is not worried at all, but what exactly is he hinting at?"

Bao Xiaoxing settled down and thought seriously.

"No matter what, let’s find Zhou Mubing’s information first, and then find a way to investigate further!"

The fat man was anxious. If he continued thinking like this, he still had no clue at all.

Bao Xiaoxing asked coldly:"Zhou Mubing? How to check? Do you want to go down and ask her in person?"

"Damn it, that’s not for nothing!"

The fat man lowered his head in despair.

"By the way, isn’t there a photo? Maybe we can find clues in those people! Bao

Xiaoxing immediately stood up and said,"Come on, Fatty, let's go back!""

The fat man's mouth was slightly open, and after a long time he said quietly:"I threw the photo away as trash!"

"Damn it, pig teammates!"

Bao Xiaoxing sat down on the chair slumped and looked at the fat man with a very unkind look.

The fat man avoided Bao Xiaoxing's eyes and said leisurely:"Don't worry, I didn't take the picture with my mobile phone and send it to us. Is it eleven? You can watch it on WeChat!"

"The young master is scared to death by you. Boss, pay the bill! Without saying a word, Bao

Xiaoxing called the boss to pay, and the two of them hurried to the gate of the community. At the gate was still the security guard who had been scolded by the fat man. When he saw that the fat man was about to enter, he immediately raised the door pole.

The fat man turned around proudly and faced Bao Xiaoxing said:"Look, the little master's words still work!"

Bao Xiaoxing was still thinking about the problem, but was interrupted by the fat man. He reached out angrily and pinched the fat man's waist. The fat man screamed like a pig.

"Little Xingxing, you bastard, I’m not done with you!"

The electric car slid crookedly for a distance and stopped outside the parking shed with a"squeak" sound.

"Get off the car and let’s fight!"

The fat man angrily stroked the pinched fat and said provocatively.

"Forget it, you can't beat me, I graduated from the police academy and have been trained!"

Bao Xiaoxing stepped off the electric car and raised his chin to the fat man in a leisurely manner.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously!"

The fat man immediately lost his temper, parked the electric car, looked at Bao Xiaoxing carefully, and took the lead towards the door of the unit.

Bao Xiaoxing followed the fat man upstairs without saying a word and entered the house.

When he left, the fat man forgot to close the door again. The air conditioner sent a chill in the room, making people shiver.

The fat man laughed at himself:"Grandma, I said why the electricity bill is getting higher every month, look at my memory!""

Bao Xiaoxing ignored him, walked directly to the computer desk, sat down on the chair, and if nothing else happened, Fatty's computer was also turned off.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped the keyboard, and the computer screen lit up as expected.

He clicked Fortunately, WeChat didn't quit. He found the call history of"We Eleven" and flipped through the chat history. He found the photo taken with his mobile phone. He waved to the fat man and said,"Come here and join us." Analyze!"

The fat man came over with his fat face, stared at the photo seriously for a long time, straightened his body and complained:"Damn it, except for Zhou Mubing, everyone else's face has been burned by cigarette butts, it's useless!"

Bao Xiaoxing looked at the photo seriously, his mind spinning rapidly.

""We Eleven" Why did he remove the faces from the photos? What was he trying to hide?

Then, he thought of the deceased in Fujiacun, whose facial features had also been artificially destroyed. Is there any connection between them?

Suddenly , his eyes stayed on the photo, he raised his finger and pointed at the people on it and counted them one by one:"One, two, three...ten!"

When he counted to ten, he was stunned. There were exactly ten people in the photo. Why only ten?

By the way, there was also the person taking the photo behind the camera. There were exactly eleven people in total. Could it be that"we are ten""One" is one of these people?

Thinking of this, Bao Xiaoxing slammed the table excitedly and shouted:"Fat man, we have a clue. Grandma's, that's it!""

The fat man was startled by Bao Xiaoxing, and he quickly came up to see what was going on.

Bao Xiaoxing told the fat man his findings without reservation, but the fat man frowned, raised his head and said seriously:"The huge sea of ​​people. , where can we find news about Zhou Mubing? She has been dead for more than ten years!"

"Ten years? No way? Bao

Xiaoxing asked in surprise

"Humph, he graduated from the police academy, and he is not distracted at all. Take a look at the video you took. The tombstone has the dates of Zhou Mubing’s birth and death. Be careful."

The fat man mercilessly attacked Bao Xiaoxing's self-confidence. Bao Xiaoxing immediately turned to the video and clicked to watch it.

The information on the tombstone showed that Zhou Mubing did die eleven years ago in 2012, and she was born in 1993 , was only 19 years old when he died.

After so many years, the deceased’s household registration has been canceled long ago. How should they find it?

The room became quiet, and Bao Xiaoxing held his head in a daze. He didn’t care that the murderer would be harmful to him. , but he is worried that his mother's safety will be threatened. Judging from the information disclosed by"We Eleven", he has completely mastered the information of the two family members.

"No matter what, we must start with Zhou Mubing first, otherwise we really won’t be able to find a clue!"

Bao Xiaoxing thought for a long time, suddenly raised his head and looked at the drowsy fat man sitting on the sofa and said

"Well, what did you say?"

The fat man asked as he opened his hazy sleepy eyes.

"Play the piano to a cow!"

Bao Xiaoxing was so angry that he simply leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and ignored him.

Time passed by, and soon there was loud snoring in the room, and the two exhausted people unknowingly They all fell asleep.

They slept so darkly that they completely forgot about their inner troubles. Only sleeping could relax their tense nerves. The sky outside gradually darkened, and Bao Xiaoxing placed it on the computer desk. The cell phone on his phone suddenly rang loudly.

He was awakened from his sleep, took the phone and took a look, it was Liu Yanran calling.

Bao Xiaoxing pressed the answer button, yawned and asked:"Yanran, what's the matter?"

"Are you still sleeping? I got off work and we agreed to have dinner together in the evening. Did you forget that?"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Yanran spoke briskly, without showing any signs of fatigue.

"I haven’t forgotten, where are you? Let's come over now!"

Bao Xiaoxing was shocked. It wasn't Liu Yanran who reminded him. He had really forgotten all about eating.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance of Carrefour supermarket. Come on, I have something to ask Xing Tao!"

"OK, all right! Bao

Xiaoxing hung up the phone and said casually:"Fat man, get up!""

However, when he looked at the sofa where the fat man was lying, there was no trace of the fat man anywhere on the sofa.