star hunter

Zhong Yun came back to his senses, and smiled at Su Xian: "Want to know? That's fine, then tell me what's going on in West City first."

He thought that Su Xian would look worried, but he just nodded: "In addition to being the gathering place for the monsters you mentioned, there are also some 'living people' staying there. They were not thrown in, but went there by themselves. Yes. You have a good idea of ​​who would be able to take the initiative to run to such a ghostly place, right? Generally, people who committed crimes and couldn’t stay in the East City had nowhere to go, so they fled to such a place in a panic. So the West City There is also another name called "Criminal Paradise". Of course, we usually call it a garbage dump... But although they are all scum, they also eat and drink, so there are a group of smugglers who want money and life. In other words, Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Zhong Yun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then met Su Xian with "it's your turn" eyes. He glanced at Xiang Yu who was carrying a dead man and a living man effortlessly in front of him, and turned to Su Xian. Xian raised his chin, "If you think it's okay to say it now, then I'll say it."

Logically speaking, Zhong Yuncong's intelligence is likely to be related to this disappearance case, and Xiang Yu is also one of the investigators, so it's okay for him to listen, but the problem lies in Zhong Yuncong's identity.

He nonchalantly told the two team members that Zhong was a reserve team member he had brought for an internship. If the weather is calm tonight, it’s okay to say that Xiang Yu and Ice Girl are not troublesome people. After returning, he probably forgot about this nameless reserve team member. No. 38.But if there is a moth, it is not like this.Such moths are not necessarily a bad thing. Take Zhong Yuncong's possible intelligence as an example. If it is as he imagined and can provide clues to solve the case, that is a good thing.But the side effect is that the superiors will definitely have to interrogate this hero, and the consequence is that Zhong Yuncong's identity may not be able to hide.

In fact, he personally didn't care about Zhong Yuncong's life and death, but who made him agree to others.

"Okay." Su Xian didn't even have that little patience, but rather than the clues of the case, he was more interested in whether this guy who entered the isolated island from the outside really had supernatural powers.

In any case, this Zhong Yuncong, who was bitten by a different species but not infected with the "Lost Paradise" virus, and who may also be a supernatural being like him, is really a miraculous existence.

But because of this, if his identity is exposed on the "isolated island", the situation will become very scary.

Although Su Xian didn't like him, he didn't want to watch him fall into a situation where life would be worse than death. Unless he was too unlucky or he was stupid, he would not take the initiative to reveal his information.

After returning to the black Cherokee, the trouble came again. The Ice Girl was not there. Xiang Yu fiddled with the car for a long time without moving and had to admit that he hadn't figured out the sequence of starting the car. Can't drive.In the end, it was the younger brother of the reserve team who recommended himself: "Let me come, I can drive."

Zhong Yuncong is also from the rich second generation. His father has always spoiled him. He started playing with cars when he was a teenager, and driving is a matter of familiarity.

Changing seats with Xiang Yu, putting both hands on the steering wheel after a long absence, Zhong Yuncong inevitably thought of the cars he loved in his garage, as well as his father who doted on him, his eyes and nose were sore a handful.

He had been here almost a week, and news of his father was still a needle in a haystack.

For such a situation, Zhong Yuncong was somewhat psychologically prepared, but no matter what, he had to see people when he was alive, and a corpse when he died. If his father really disappeared, as a son of man, he had to take the bones back for burial .

After driving the car back to the public security station, Xiang Yu saw Su Xian's pale face after getting off the car, and suggested, "Old Su, don't get out of the car, this little brother, please take him directly to Doctor Zhang."

Zhong Yuncong thought the same way. He cleared his throat and was about to respond, but Su Xian opened the car door and jumped down: "It's just a broken hand, not a broken leg. It's okay. I'll walk back by myself."

Xiang Yu is really not a very troublesome person. Seeing that it was useless to persuade him, he grabbed the smuggler who was also weak and shook him at Su Xian: "You can do whatever you want. I'll bring this old boy in. Don't worry. will pry his mouth open."

Su Xian smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I will leave it to you."

After that, he waved his hand and turned around to leave. Zhong Yun never had time to express his opinion. Everything was a foregone conclusion, so he had no choice but to jump out of the car and trot to catch up.

"Hey, you don't want to die!" He suffered a lot tonight, his physical strength was not enough, and after running for a few steps, he seemed to be in worse condition than Su Xian, wheezing and wheezing, "Why bother yourself?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Su Xian's cheeks and lips were completely bloodless, but his pupils were bright. "Now there is no one else, so you don't need to be a fool?"

It was already midnight, and there was almost no nightlife in this closed and poor city. The dim street lights had become decorations, and the streets were almost deserted. The whole city is shrouded in the shadow of loneliness.

"You are really persistent..." Zhong Yuncong muttered, subconsciously he still rejected his possible supernatural powers, but he also knew that he could not escape Su Xian's interrogation at this moment, so he kicked the snow on the road , resignedly spoke.

"I saw a room full of flowerpots, with various plants in it, some bloomed, some didn't." Zhong Yuncong recalled it carefully, and described it in a scattered way, "The scene in my vision has always been It was changing, as if a moving lens was slowly sweeping over the flowers and plants. But in fact, until the end, I didn’t see the deceased himself.”

Su Xian heard a key point: "You can't see it, maybe it's because what you see is his perspective."

Zhong Yuncong nodded: "I was confused for a while at first, and then I came back to my senses, especially at the back, almost a feeling of empathy."

"You keep talking."

"In the beginning, it was just the deceased who was taking care of his flowers and plants. He was a little nervous, and he was stroking the plants while chattering, all of which were very unnutritious, like today's business is not very good, he didn't have a good dinner, and he gave away the woman he likes. flowers and got no answer or anything... and the magic is, I can feel the plants responding to him. They're having a communication."

"It's not surprising. The deceased is a registered supernatural being. His ability is to communicate with plants, and even affect the growth of plants." After Su Xian explained, he urged, "What else?"

Zhong Yuncong then continued: "While he was talking non-stop, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. The deceased looked over, and a person wearing a black robe and a white mask came in."

Su Xian was startled: "The black robe and the white mask, it's the one just now..."

"No!" Zhong Yuncong categorically denied, "The figure is wrong. The tall person in Xicheng is obviously a man, but the person in the picture is short and thin, looking... like a woman."

"Woman?" Su Xian was surprised again, "Are you sure?"

Zhong Yuncong nodded with certainty: "Sure, especially combined with what the deceased said later... As soon as he saw that person, he went up to him and seemed very happy. He said, 'Why are you here?' and then hugged him The other party, in that hug, I can feel that the person who came is a woman."

"That person, didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end?"

Zhong Yuncong shook his head: "No, it has been very quiet. She let the dead man hold her, and the dead man asked in her ear: 'Do you like it?' And then, he couldn't say anything, because a dagger Pierced his heart from behind. That woman, killed him without warning."

When Zhong Yuncong said this, he frowned tightly, and clenched his hands into fists involuntarily, as if he was also enduring the great pain.

"Do you like it... What do you like?" Su Xian repeated the last words of the deceased before his death, his brows were also frowned, and then relaxed, he looked at Zhong Yuncong fixedly, "Did you just say that When the deceased communicated with his flowers and plants, he said that he gave flowers to a woman that day?"

"Correct."

"I understand." Su Xian's face was still morbidly pale after blood loss, but his spirit was unusually uplifting. "The phrase 'do you like' he asked was asking if Xi liked the flowers he sent? What do you think? Yes, it was a woman who murdered him, and a woman he liked."

Zhong Yuncong took it for granted, and guided him by the way: "In this case, it's not very complicated. Go check the deceased's interpersonal relationship and see which woman he has been close to recently..."

"Do you think we haven't checked it?" Su Xian interrupted him coldly, "We have checked his interpersonal network a long time ago, and there is nothing. This guy is withdrawn by nature, his parents died early, and he has supernatural powers." Or, the people nearby consciously keep a distance from him. He himself rarely goes out, nestling in his flower garden all day long, with only plants as his company, and he has not even greeted his neighbors for more than ten years. There is no family , I have no friends, nor have I heard of any lovers."

"Isn't he still in the flower shop? Didn't he communicate with the customers? You can check the customers!" Zhong Yun never accepted, Su Xian pressed his temple and sighed: "The range of customers is gone. , Although this guy has no sense of service at all, he has a good reputation and many customers come to buy flowers. We have also found some, but the manpower is limited, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"List?" Zhong Yuncong seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the corners of his eyes tightened suddenly, "It seems that something similar appeared in that picture..."

Su Xian's eyelids also jumped: "What?!"

"After the woman pierced his heart, she sniffed him again, presumably to confirm that he had stopped breathing. So she walked towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. She opened a drawer, rummaged for a while, and finally found After reading a few pages, she put the notebook away. As a result, a vine plant at her feet suddenly grew wildly and entangled her ankle. The woman tripped and fell down. On the ground, the vines quickly bound her whole body, tightly wrapped around her neck, as if consciously trying to strangle this woman to death!"

"It's not the consciousness of the vines, but the consciousness of the deceased." Su Xian immediately deduced, "The deceased is not completely dead."

Zhong Yuncong didn't dislike it in his heart, but he didn't show it at all, he just shrugged his shoulders: "I guessed it right, so I can continue to 'see' the last few scenes through the perspective of the dead... She flipped through the book. A few pages, with many words on it, are all very trivial descriptions, it looks... like a diary."

Su Xian didn't speak, but he was very clear about what it meant. If it was a diary, then the deceased had a high chance of writing his lover in it.

No wonder the murderer deliberately found this diary and took it away.

"Is there any more?" He stared at Zhong Yuncong, hoping to get more information from him, and the latter did not live up to his expectations: "The moment the woman was entangled by the vine, she desperately Struggling, half of his arm was exposed when he was struggling, and there were some festering red spots on it, which was terrifying."

For the first time, Su Xian's shock was directly and unreservedly shown on his face: "You said...she has red spots?"