Rock Sugar Warm Jade

"Find out the truth about Zhen Xixi's death and the truth about Zhen Jia's disappearance."

Xiao Qiao's calm tone made Su Mengqing truly feel what is called code love.

Xiao Qiao undertook two tasks in a row, and the zeros in the points rewarded later blinded Su Meng. A poor heart went up and down several times, and she chose to start work without hesitation.

The Soviet Union stared wide-eyed and began to read the report, only to show its determination by stabbing its ass.

Zhen Xixi, female, eight years old this year, studying in First Sunshine Primary School, died three months ago. The cause of death was drowning.

"On June 29, Ms. Wang Qin called the police, claiming that her granddaughter had disappeared. Later, after searching, Zhen Xixie's body was found in the well in their yard."

Xiao Sheng projected the photos of that time on the wall. The girl's body was covered with a white cloth, and the exposed parts had already turned white.

"Zhen Yuxi took diazepam before she died because she had congenital heart disease. The well was open and there was nothing on it, so she fell in."

The Soviet Union thought: "Since the system allows the truth to be found out, then things will definitely not be as simple as 'missteps'."

"Is the dosage of diazepam normal?"

Xiao Sheng pushed his glasses and said, "Her family didn't allow an autopsy, so she sent her to the crematorium crying and shouting, where she was directly burned into a box of ashes, and buried within a few days."

There is nothing more to be found out about Zhen Xixi's matter. Mother Wang is very tight-lipped, and the other one is missing again. The secret hidden in this family is a big drama.

People with supernatural abilities are generally divided into congenital and acquired. Acquired people will have abnormalities at the age of five. Zhen Xixi is eight years old. I don’t know if she is.

Su Meng: "Let's put this matter aside, and Zhen Jia's matter must be resolved."

The whereabouts of a registered supernatural user is unknown. This identity alone is enough for them to drink a pot. If something happens to Zhen Jia, the group of people from the Soviet Union will have to go to the top to be beaten sooner or later.

This punishment is not something that can be solved by posting a ticket for [-] days.

Lu Feng ran upstairs, knocked on the door of the Sumeng office, and went in directly after hearing the echo, clapping the paper in his hand: "The IP of Zhen Jia's last few phone calls has been found."

Lu Feng pushed the report over, and it just stopped in the middle of the desk. Su Meng glanced at it, with one eyebrow almost reaching the hairline, and he said, "What does this kid mean?"

In October, the city of Mausoleum is gradually getting cold, but a little exercise will still make people sweat all over.On the road in the early morning, there are only a few morning joggers and cleaners who stick to their posts.

Because it was a weekend, Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School was empty, only the security guards on duty were left in a daze.

Opposite the high school is a residential area. The farther to the east the closer to the sea, the worse the living conditions of the residents. Of course, housing prices and rents have also dropped. Even so, you still have to cut a layer of oil from your body every month.

There is such a place, one road away from Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School, where you can overlook the entire high school if you live in a high place, but it does not belong to the wealthy area on Quxiao Road, it is at most a newly built community.

Only half of the people in this community live in it now.There are quite a few people who have been buying houses in a row, and many of them have already owned famous houses and are just waiting to be favored.

Su Meng led the two of them into the community in a low-key manner early in the morning, and went straight to the seventh floor.There are a total of three families on each floor, and some people have moved in by now.

The Soviet Union and the others couldn't approve the "search warrant". After all, no one would believe that they were gifted with supernatural powers. It would be the best of humanity for most people to send them away with a call to the police.

Lu Feng leaned against the elevator wall, thinking about the majestic scenery just now when he entered the door, and looked around: "I chose this kind of place for stealing, I don't even believe that he didn't have some other purpose."

Xiao Sheng was puzzled: "Why are you so sure it's stealing?"

Su Meng: "Zhen Jia is a teacher, and his family is in such conditions. How can he get the money to live in this kind of place. I checked, and there was no one living in this place a few months ago, and the security is not very strict. Then it passed, a barbed wire fence was opened all over the whole community, you don’t have to worry about electricity and water bills, you can choose a good house, maybe there is a refrigerator and air conditioner. Moreover, Zhen Jia is a supernatural person, so there are many ways to prevent others from discovering him thing."

Lu Feng snorted and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Su, who knows me."

This is the common language of the two hooligans, Xiao Sheng, the gentle freedom seeker, doesn't want to understand.

One of the households on the seventh floor is a family of three who moved in more than two months ago, and the other is a doctor who often vomits blood and works overtime and does not go home, so it is basically unoccupied.

A slogan was posted on the door of the family of three: "Civilized life, quiet life."

This slogan is quite targeted, I don't know which one has been stabbed.

"Two months?" Su Meng touched his chin, took out a black hairpin from his pocket and handed it to Lu Feng, and gestured for him to hurry up.

Lu Feng asked in surprise while poking the door lock: "Where did you get the hairpin?"

Su Mengxin said that he took it from the sink by hand, and it was preliminarily estimated that it belonged to his sweetheart servant, and it was probably used to prevent bangs from poking into the eyes.

No one answered him, and Lu Feng didn't care, he opened it after a few fiddles, he said "hey", waved his hand and wanted to go in.

"Wait a minute." Su Meng called to stop him, "Give me the clip."

Lu Feng staggered, and said blankly: "Brother Su, what do you want this for?"

The Soviet Union said: "It is useful. Stop talking nonsense and go investigate the case."

Zhen Jia's luck is not the best, but he can't say anything. This room is not decorated, and the furniture only has a bed and a couch.

Xiao Sheng put on his white gloves and walked forward to check the traces in two steps. The movement of touching the sofa leather was more delicate than touching his girlfriend's hair.Su Meng also put on white gloves, and looked around the house lightly.

The two sides of the bed in the bedroom are black and shiny wood, but judging from the surface, it should not be a new item.At least manufacturers who are not blind will not sell this kind of thing as a new bed, at most it is a second-hand product, the kind of defective product that is packaged and wholesaled with the bedside table.

The structure of the bed is complete, but there are many scratches on the surface, whether it is congenital or acquired damage.

Still looking at these strange scratches, he heard Xiao Sheng say: "It's a new sofa, but there are traces of use, which should be caused by someone lying on it for a long time, but now the top is covered with dust."

Lying on the sofa?

"He chose to sleep on the sofa instead of lying on a good bed. This person is quite insecure." Lu Feng touched the leather of the sofa, "Real leather? If I didn't say what I just said, this person is quite good at enjoying it."

Xiao Sheng felt tight in his chest and almost vomited blood: "How bad do you think the bed is?"

Su Meng leaned against the wall and pointed at the broken objects behind: "Tsk, it's really not bad, Zhen Jia is quite good at choosing, and I know that thing is shabby."

Xiao Sheng hurriedly walked into the house, his eyelids twitched when he saw the bed full of artistic scratches, and he said: "The owner of this house should have a heart attack after seeing it."

The scratches on the bed vary in depth and length, and some are old.The original head and tail of the bed were engraved with patterns, and after being "introduced" by the third party, the scratch, it looked "broken", indescribably ugly.

The Soviet Union walked to the window. In order not to cause trouble, they specially picked this time in the morning to come here. It was dimly lit outside, and the street lights were still on, shining orange and low-key.

From this place, one can clearly see Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School, which is only one street away.

What is Zhen Jia's purpose in choosing this place?Is it just to look at Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School and this road of all kinds of beings?

Impossible, that's what an artist would do

Zhen Jia didn't want to go back, and kept staring at the square inch below. Who was she staring at?

"This kind of scratch looks like being scratched by a nail, but with such a deep mark, I'm afraid his fingers are almost useless. It's best to take it back for identification..."

In the middle of the conversation, I saw Su Meng looking down solemnly, and heard Xiao Sheng's voice getting weaker and softer, Su Meng said: "Find a time to check, go back first."

It was almost dawn, and visually, the entire sky was a grayish blue.It's okay for people to see their sneaking scene. At most, they have a race of several thousand meters with the security guards, and then explain the situation to the chief.

If a person is accidentally photographed or videotaped, and public opinion ferments, even if they have a hundred layers of skin, they won't be able to tear it off.

Who knows what titles will be given, such as "Stealing the Obscene Trio in the Early Morning" or something.The Soviet Union will be very resistant to someone saying that he "is so good-looking but not doing business".

Such an obvious thing, why say it to shock people?Be forgiving and be forgiving!

Because the three of them had been busy all night, Su Meng took people directly to the steamed stuffed bun shop, never expecting to meet the little sweetheart servant.

Qin An was sitting in the corner sucking soy milk, wearing a gray hoodie and sweatpants, with limp hair, exuding the temperament of a gentle boy.The sleeves were rolled up three times, exposing a section of the wrist, which looked like it had just been exercised.When he saw the three members of the Soviet Union looking for a seat with extremely decadent dark circles under their eyes, he choked for a while.

This cough attracted the eyes of the three of them, and Su Meng's eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"Brother Su." Qin An moved to the side.

"Wake up so early on weekends?" Su Meng sat down on the bench next to him. It was a long bench, and it was fine for one person to sit on, but it would be crowded if two men sat together, especially this one who was not small.

Qin An choked, embarrassed to say that he had spent a night cramming up on physiological knowledge, and almost drowned when he stepped into another world of big dye vats. He couldn't adapt, so he just came out to calm down.

"got used to."

Su Meng is a person who wants to be lazy but can't.Qin An thinks that he is a good person with self-discipline, even though he himself thinks it is only his duty.

Lu Feng rushed out from behind, carrying two bowls of tofu nao: "Let's serve, Ake still has two bowls."

Qin An looked at the bowl of tofu in front of him, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Lu Feng and his brothers are used to talking nonsense, and when they met such a sincere young man, they would not know how to speak for a while, so he nodded, waved his hand and went to get the steamed bun again.

The smell on Qin An's body next to him was clear and faint, and it came from the same laundry detergent company as Su Meng.He mixed the tofu brain, thinking about all the doubts in this case——

Room 702 on the seventh floor was indeed occupied by someone, and it was not discovered for quite a while, and this person was probably Zhen Jia.

Until more than two months ago, for some reason, Zhen Jia left.And more than two months ago, a family of three in 701 just moved in.

Are the two related?And the scratches on the bed....

Could it be that Zhen Jia's abilities are out of control?