Let go of the murderer and let me come!

A muffled thunder rolled down from the sky, as if it was about to split the ground, a dazzling light flashed in the silent night, followed by a few seconds of heavy rain, as if it wanted to wash the whole world clean, mixed with a gust of wind for a moment When it hit, people hid everywhere. The heavy rain seemed to mock the insignificance of human beings, and the sound was like a maniacal laugh.

In the dim room, there was only one candle that seemed to be struggling for the last time. The flame swayed left and right with the wind coming in from the window, and a deep voice suddenly sounded, "How long will it take?"

Two shadows elongated on the ground, and after a while, another sharp and murky voice sounded "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"It's too soon every time! How long will it take!" The low voice said with some dissatisfaction.

"The last one!" The sharp voice didn't care, but laughed wildly "The last one..."

It was only when Qiao Shuo arrived at the airport that he realized that he hadn't fastened his tie. If he hadn't passed through the glass gate at the airport entrance, he wouldn't even have known that the floral slippers he was wearing all the way were with his left and right feet turned backwards.

See the hell!

He can do it in a suit and slippers.

The matter has to be traced back to three hours ago, when he received a call from his own mother asking him to pick up the son of his aunt's house far away. Mom told him that he had an aunt far away, and he didn't even know the existence of his great aunt.

Ok.

That's right!

Auntie!

Today the company is holding an art exhibition, and several representatives have to wear formal clothes to attend. He is a small, slightly famous painter who was appointed by the company boss to be present, otherwise he would not be there if he was killed. In such a hot summer, he would go out wearing a famous brand, unless he saw a ghost!

Other painters travel all over the world, but he is the only one who is urged to write every day.

Ah... forgot to say!

His old man is a cartoonist.

It is serialized on the Internet, and its popularity rises leisurely and rapidly every day. Qiao Shuo is actually very satisfied without buying a cartoonist with millions of fans. At least he can afford a car and a meal.

After the art exhibition ended, Qiao Shuo hurried to the airport in his car. The uncle who cleared the venue didn't pay attention, and sprinkled the paint directly on his crocodile leather shoes. He had no choice but to ask the uncle to borrow a pair of slippers. The uncle said they were new. My girl bought it and didn't have time to wear it yet.

But now the problem is not who he is, nor how many people's attention his floral slippers and suits have attracted. The problem is that he doesn't remember the flight number of his aunt's son from far away. In fact, he doesn't remember it at all. Only my mother sharply said a phone number, ending in three eights, and the time to arrive at the airport.

There was really no other way, I could only pray in my heart that his mother wouldn't get out of the phone and beat him up.

The phone rang several times but was still not answered. Qiao Shuo passed by the men's bathroom, wearing floral slippers that were several sizes too small. He held the phone between his shoulders and ears, and walked in quickly to make it easier.

When he walked to the door, he didn't notice that someone was coming out in front of him. When he realized it, he was going to throw a piece of shit like a drunken concubine. He didn't care about the slippers that had flown far away, and the phone he was holding had already slipped out. Far away, Qiao Shuo was in a panic trying to grab something. He was at the door of the men's bathroom. There was a big trash can at the door. Qiao Shuo seemed to have grabbed a straw and pressed the To catch the trash can, who knew that the force was too strong, and even the person fell to the ground with the trash can.

A pair of strong hands pulled him up, and then a deep and clear voice sounded "Excuse me! How are you?"

Just as Qiao Shuo raised his head, he only had time to see clearly the face in front of him that was full of anger. Before he had time to think, a sharp cry exploded leisurely in the noisy airport. Qiao Shuo turned his head suddenly following the sound, with a look The panicked woman was staring at him without closing her mouth.

It should be said that he was staring at something in front of him, and hearing the movement, a group of people quickly surrounded him, and then the noise and screams exploded like a competition.

Qiao Shuo used the man's strength to stand firm and looked at the things in front of him. After a while, he realized that there was a cold sweat on his back.

a human head.

In the scorching summer, several people in the group were drowsy. After Chen Yan’s case was over, nothing major happened. Yang Yizong even helped an old woman in the next-door community save the cat because the cat was stuck in the wall and couldn’t get out. .

"Are we the serious crime team?" Fang Bo yawned and asked sleepily.

"Same question!" Han Yue stretched his waist, "I stopped by the surveillance of the traffic jurisdiction next door to watch all morning. There were three car accidents... Tsk tsk, should I be thankful that the world is peaceful or not?"

"You are lucky that you have something to eat!" Song Haozhe snapped his fingers, "If you don't have a case, you should learn from Encyclopedia!"

"That is to say... Xiao Baike, what are you doing sitting there all morning?" Fang Bo turned his chair around.

"Puzzle." Sun Shaoshi rubbed his eyes, "Puzzles can develop intelligence, let's see how long it takes me to put them together."

"It's amazing!" Lin Sihang walked to the lounge, stuck out half of his head and looked at a few people, "My eyes are dazzled just looking at that thing...what to drink?"

"Watermelon!" Song Haozhe raised his hand, "Take it all off!"

"Drink your shoehorn!" Lin Sihang cursed angrily, then turned around and took out half a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator, and picked them out one by one with chopsticks.

"How much is your little encyclopedia?" Han Yue was eager to try, ready to join in the fun.

"Not much, two thousand..." Sun Shaoshi beckoned to a few people, "I'm going to buy five thousand next time."

"You really became a god!" Yang Yizong shook his head after hearing this, "I can't stand it, where did you get your patience?"

"It's nothing to me... R□□ensburger's classic work, the tropical rainforest, costs 600 yuan in total. If you put it together, it's [-] meters long and [-] meters high!"

"It's going crazy, right?" Lin Sihang took out the fried watermelon juice and put it on Song Haozhe's table, and secretly pinched Song Haozhe's finger on the table.

Song Haozhe also responded secretly, the corners of his mouth were grinning and he didn't close his mouth.

"No!" Sun Shaoshi shook his head solemnly. It took someone two and a half months and a total of 450 hours to complete the puzzle.

"This is so fucking amazing! They all look the same... Who can tell which piece is which!" Han Yue walked over and lost his heart to fight together, and continued to turn on the monitor to watch.

"I've heard of it before!" Song Haozhe took a few sips of watermelon juice and licked his lips, "There is a company that will send you a puzzle if you lose a piece, but if you are lucky, they will send you a new box. "

"I'm so awesome?" Lin Sihang was surprised.

"Because they don't know which piece you lost!" Song Haozhe sneered.

Several people chatted around the puzzle for a while, Song Haozhe's cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he suppressed the last sip of watermelon juice in his stomach, and squinted his eyes to answer the phone.

"What's the situation! Expert Joe!"

Qiao Shuo was panting heavily on the phone, Song Haozhe listened to it a few times, and immediately became serious from his indecent look, "Hello?"

Several people looked at Song Haozhe's raised voice, and Lin Sihang who was beside Song Haozhe also felt something was wrong.

Qiao Shuo took a few deep breaths before organizing his words. Let’s keep it simple. After talking about what happened, Song Haozhe hung up the phone and frowned and looked at Lin Sihang, "I have to put together a picture today!"

"What do you mean?" Lin Si stood straight, and the atmosphere had begun to become serious.

Song Haozhe quietly grabbed the hem of Lin Sihang's clothes, turned his head to several people, and said clearly, "At the airport... found a dismembered body!"

"Damn!" Yang Yizong exclaimed.

It is found that the areas where corpses are more frequently dismembered are usually suburbs, rivers, or some sparsely populated places. It is a bit surprising to choose a place with mixed fish and dragons like the airport.

Yang Yizong drove the car, not daring to slow down all the way.

"You must be sick!" Lin Sihang cursed, "That careless person did such a careless thing?"

Song Haozhe sat in the back row with him, slightly leaning his upper body against him, "I've been slapped in the face... I just said there's no case, let's get a big one!"

"Who found it?" Lin Sihang leaned back on the seat.

"Joe Shuo."

"Qiao Shuo?" Lin Sihang was surprised.

"Hmm... I suddenly remembered what happened last time... There is no follow-up yet!" Song Haozhe hooked his eyebrows with his little finger.

"What...you're dizzy..." Before Lin Sihang finished his sentence, Song Haozhe covered his mouth with his hands, followed by a warning look.

- Dare to say it!

- afraid of you?

When they arrived at the scene, the area where the body was found had been cordoned off. Some police officers were evacuating the crowd, and some media reporters had already surrounded it tightly.

"Coffee! Go get in touch and block the media...it won't affect the case if it spreads out!" Song Haozhe quickly commanded, and then took Lin Sihang to Qiao Shuo.

Qiao Shuo was standing next to several policemen, who was being interrogated. A tall, slender man stood beside him. Song Haozhe walked over and showed his ID to the policemen, "Song Haozhe of the serious crime team, he is the forensic doctor Lin Sihang!"

"Hello, hello!" The policeman greeted the two people enthusiastically, "He is the one who found the body."

"We'll do the rest, you go and do it!" Song Haozhe said politely.

"Okay!" The policeman said hello and went to the side first.

"Sure! It's quite classy!" Qiao Shuo reached out and thumped Song Haozhe's shoulder, "Grandpa really saw a ghost when he went out today!"

"What's the matter with you?" Song Haozhe crossed his arms.

"Isn't it because of picking him up!" Qiao Shuo raised his face to the tall man beside him. It was the man who grabbed him just now.

"You pick up...what are you dressed up for?" Song Haozhe almost laughed out loud, and Lin Sihang beside him had already started to vibrate.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao! I need some psychological treatment. I was so scared that I almost couldn't hold back my urine." Qiao Shuo was so out of breath!

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"Come to our bureau... there are psychologists... who specialize in treating you who can't hold back your urine."