Pokémon the Second Reality

"Now broadcasting a midday news report. At 6:20 this morning, Mr. Zhang, an outdoor enthusiast, found the body of an unknown female on Jinshan Island. According to the preliminary judgment of the police, the death time of the deceased should be between 8 hours and 12 hours, that is, approximately yesterday afternoon. Between 6 o'clock and 10 o'clock last night. There were no obvious injuries on the body of the deceased, which may have been caused by a slip during outdoor activities. The police hereby remind us that it gets dark earlier in winter. Please pay attention to travel safety and avoid road conditions when traveling at night. It’s a complicated area, so please go with someone when you need to go out.”

In the fd university cafeteria, although it was a meal, there were not many people because of the cold weather.

Senior sister Mo Xiaoyu, Shangguan Qinglin, sent them a text message back at noon, saying that she was at a crime scene with her mentor and would not be back until about two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Master, I'm so hungry."

Mo Xiaoyu listlessly sipped a cup of strawberry milkshake and looked at Xia Wushuang pitifully. Xia Wushuang smiled fondly: "If you eat like this every day, be careful and become a little bear. Let's see who wants you."

The moment he heard the news, his expression immediately turned serious and he whispered: "They took action."

"Who did it?"

Noila Mo heard this and said in confusion.

Xia Wushuang opened her hand, solemnly handed the dried blood note to Mo Xiaoyu's hand, and ordered: "Xiaoyu, you are waiting for your senior sister here, and you must hand the thing to her with your own hands. I want Let’s go to Jinshan Island and take a look. My intuition tells me that there must be clues there.”

"Master"

With a look of reluctance, Mo Xiaoyu buried her head in the light yellow collar and muttered: "I don't care, I want to eat chicken legs, eat chicken legs." She murmured, while quietly reaching out and grabbing the corner of Xia Wushuang's suit: "Didn't the news say that that person made a mistake? Besides, he was far away on Jinshan Island. How could he be the victim you mentioned?"

Xia Wushuang held up her aggrieved face and said patiently, "This is called avoiding public panic. You are now a professional journalist."

"Huh," Mo Xiaoyu said, "Master, have you ever thought about whether your investigation into this matter will put them in more danger?"

"This", Xia Wushuang was startled for a moment. He didn't understand this truth, which was why he was so anxious: "But pulling out the thorn is accompanied by labor pains."

"Here", now every second counts, Xia Wushuang simply bought a bucket full of chicken drumsticks and a cup of milk tea and handed it to Mo Xiaoyu. He repeatedly warned: "Eat these slowly. If they get cold, take them and heat them up yourself. I've told you The boss has agreed that if you are thirsty, there is milk tea here. Drinking too much of that stuff will make you gain weight, so drink less."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at his figure leaving like the wind, her eyes couldn't help but smile into a crescent shape, and she muttered: "Master"

Jinshan Island is an outer island of SH. Because it is located in the Yangtze River Delta, the Yangtze River has been running tirelessly from the Tanggula Mountains in northwest China for thousands of years. It passes through the great rivers and mountains in the entire south and was deposited here with soil from thousands of years ago. Facing the entire Pacific Ocean, in the words of Haizi's poem, it can be regarded as the warmth of spring, if it is not the season at the end of the year.

The ferry terminal leading to Jinshan Island is cold and windy today. The wind is waiting for the waves, the waves are waiting for the boat, the boat is waiting for the people, and what are the people waiting for.

Xia Wushuang put one hand in his pocket, with the entire bustling modern city behind him. There are tens of millions of people living here, but everyone is different. Some people live in Tangchen Yipin in Lujiazui, and when they open the door, they will see the beach that has witnessed the rise and fall of the past century; some people live in borrowed houses, and in the cold winter, they need to greet each other on the phone, etc., so they must open the window and turn their head Reach out the window.

These are not the important points, as long as you are alive, there is hope.

The point is, on Jinshan Island last night, a young life passed away quietly.

Xia Wushuang put out the cigarette and walked onto the ferry step by step. Then the whistle sounded and the river receded.

Someone must give her an explanation. This is justice.

Years of rich experience in the journalist industry made Xia Wushuang sensitive to the fact that there were at least two pairs of eyes staring at him from behind. He just held his hand on the railing in the cold wind, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and showed a sly smile.

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