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Eerie streets, shadowy tentacles everywhere.

A monster whose lower limbs are wearing ill-fitting gorgeous high-heeled shoes that are about to burst at any time, with drooling mouth and covered in pustules.

The familiar petite figure in front of the monster is running desperately...

The next moment, there was the whistle of the truck and the harsh sound of the brakes when stopping suddenly...

Then a pool of scarlet blood flowed out.

The screams, noises, and the honking of the vehicles blocked behind made the whole line of sight seem to be swaying. Zhuang Xie desperately tried to squeeze in to see the face of the fallen figure clearly.

Then he saw it.

A familiar head of short, ear-length hair was stained with blood. Stream after stream of blood gushed out from her mouth and poured in from her nose. She coughed violently, and her whole body twitched like a spasm. Her usually smart and cunning eyes moved rapidly.

Being stripped of the light, the pupils slowly dilated until finally, those beautiful eyes completely lost their focus and just stared blankly at Zhuang Xie's face.

Zhuang Xie's eyes widened, his nose opened slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched violently, as if trying to express some kind of expression, but still in vain.

Her trembling hands reached out to Cheng Najing on the ground, as if she wanted to touch the bloody man in front of her.

"Brother...why don't you come...save me..."

...

Zhuang Xie's eyes suddenly opened and he saw a familiar ceiling.

He blinked.

It's a dream again.

"Didi-di-di-di-di~"

After he stared at the ceiling for an unknown amount of time, the alarm on his bedside cell phone rang.

Zhuang Xie reached for his phone, pressed the alarm, and looked at the time.

2019, July 9, 7:00.

He got up mechanically, washed himself mechanically, sat in front of the computer mechanically, and looked at the message Hu Yan left for him half a month ago.

With the changes in the past, it now takes a long time for Zhuang Xie to receive the memories of "past events". Every time there is a major change in the memory, Zhuang Xie will have a severe headache in his head and appear.

Exaggerated symptoms of nosebleeds, which became increasingly severe.

After analysis by him and Hu Yan, it was estimated that it was caused by the need to accommodate two different memories in his mind.

In a sense, Zhuang Xie at this time is much more lonely and gloomy than the Zhuang Xie who was accompanied by Hu Yan half a month ago.

Downstream of the timeline, he is Zhuang Xie, who personally experienced Cheng Najing's death and has a profound memory of all this. This makes him dream back to the night of Cheng Najing's death every day in his sleep.

In contrast, Zhuang Xie, who only had the real memory of Cheng Najing's disappearance half a month ago and was accompanied by Hu Yan, was much happier.

Hu Yan sometimes didn't understand why Zhuang Xie seemed to be so indifferent to the pet attached to his ability, and sometimes his behavior even bordered on abuse.

In fact, it was just Zhuang Xie who learned from the gear half a month ago everything that Cheng Najing "had" happened on that street.

To put it bluntly, hold grudges.

Zhuang Xie glanced at his shadow pressed by the corner of the table, and returned to the computer screen.

Clay sculpture: "The deformed monster is the Dahlia of the group. His real name is Hua Lingqian..."

"...But Hua Lingqian seems to have no knowledge of Cheng Najing's disappearance..."

"...Dahlia Hua Lingqian is just like us, relying on the yellow-haired Lu Zejie downstream of the timeline to form an intelligence gap, and even..."

Soon, Zhuang Xie integrated and digested all the information. He stared at the screen in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Huang Mao, Lu Zejie..."

It was obvious that the two people who met half a month ago had made great progress in just two days and learned the true identity of the shape-shifting monster and the person who communicated with him.

"So, does Xingmang Wu Yuhe really have nothing to do with all this? He just appears in our relationship table as an official force and is connected with all these murders?"

Compared with the impressive progress made by Hu Yan and others, the progress of Wu Yuhe's line, which Zhuang Xie was responsible for following up half a month later, seemed to be progressing slowly.

After repeated trials and contacts, except for the fact that the other party was unusually concerned about "surreal abilities" at the beginning, everything else seemed to be flawless and did not show any flaws.

Zhuang Xie threw out the bait of Zhang Guangbei and other strange and sudden deaths, and the other party actually followed the case to investigate, and actually sent additional patrol police to Zhuang Xie's community for this purpose.

Now it seems that if the downstream of Dahlia Hua Lingqian is Huang Mao Lu Zejie, does that mean that Wu Yuhe, who seems to have no flaws, may really have nothing to do with it?

Zhuang Xie couldn't help but have a little doubt about his own judgment.

So, will Najing’s current disappearance be revealed once Lu Zejie is found?

Zhuang Xie got up, turned off his phone, walked to the door and changed his shoes.

It is certain that the yellow-haired Lu Zejie did not join the chat group half a month ago.

According to what Hu Yan said in a private chat, Lu Zejie was Hua Lingqian's time downstream and had provided him with accurate information several times, so his time was definitely after Hu Yan and Hua Lingqian's time.

Then out of the three, there are two remaining possibilities. One is that he joined the group chat on June 22, just like me. The other possibility is that what he said is indeed true, and he is at the last time like Wu Yuhe. Online, I joined the group on July 7th.

Zhuang Xie must confirm this at this time.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang.

Zhuang Xie paused, a little confused.

Who will come at this time?

Since Cheng Najing's death (disappearance), there have been no visitors for too long.

When I looked through the peephole, I saw a familiar face.

Wu Yuhe.

Zhuang Xie was a little surprised and reached out to open the door.

"Detective Wu, what's the matter?"

Wu Yuhe looked Zhuang Xie up and down.

"Mr. Zhuang, are you going out? Am I... disturbing you?"

"Nothing, just go out to buy some things and come in for a cup of tea?"

Zhuang Xie put on a smile.

"Are you really not going to bother me? Then it's better to be respectful than to obey!"

Wu Yuhe said and stepped in the door.

Zhuang Xie, who was following behind him, took a step back and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This somewhat brutal attitude surprised Zhuang Xie.

After Wu Yuhe entered the door, he looked around and said with a mixture of admiration and complaint, "It seems that Mr. Zhuang's decoration taste is quite unique!"

"The style of the model house is here. Officer Wu, would you like green tea or Pu'er?"

Wu Yuhe seemed to be choked by the "model house", "Ahem, that was also a good choice for you, Mr. Zhuang! Good choice! Green tea!"

"Okay, wait a moment."

Zhuang Xie looked a little solemn when he walked into the kitchen.

Wu Yuhe's trip seemed to have some strange purpose. It was definitely not like he just happened to pass by and came to sit down as he said.

Having secretly investigated Wu Yuhe's address, he knew that the address of the other person's home was thousands of miles away from here, and he passed through half of the city.

After the tea leaves were finished, Zhuang Xie's ears suddenly twitched as he lowered his head and rummaged through the cabinet.

A series of imperceptible footsteps came.

Suddenly turning around, a gun was pointed at Zhuang Xie who was squatting.

"Mr. Zhuang, don't move."