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"How is it? Mr. Huo, do you see anything?" The big head supported the wooden box for Huo Zhenye, and asked with his neck raised.

"Nothing." Huo Zhenye jumped down in two or three steps, patted the ashes on his hands and asked, "Where is that crazy prisoner? Did you say anything?"

"Mr. Huo, this is the Japanese Concession. We can still take a look at the scene. It's not our turn to interrogate the prisoners." If Song Mingjie's kidnapping case hadn't been a big one at the time, and the newspapers reported it repeatedly, they wouldn't have been notified so soon.

Da Tou suddenly said, "Should we tell Mr. Song and Mrs. Song that the killer who killed their child is already dead?"

Datou is very sympathetic, and Mrs. Song told them that the murderer is dead because of the child's madness, which can make them feel better.

Huo Zhenye nodded: "It's time to tell them." It might be their son's personal revenge.

I disturbed Mr. Song yesterday and reminded him of his son's murder. Today, I can bring good news, which can also comfort him.

When they walked out of the warehouse, they saw that the forensic officer was collecting the corpse. There was almost only one piece of skin left on the corpse, and there were only a few piled up on top of each other. Huo Zhenye took a look and couldn't help frowning and turned around.

"Mr. Huo, are you okay?"

"fine."

The big head comforted him: "I threw up when I watched it for the first time, and I got used to it after throwing up two more times."

Huo Zhenye got into the car and took a deep breath: "I still hope that I will never get used to it."

They drove to Song's house and knocked on the door for a long time, but the door did not open.

"Are you going out?" Datou asked, looking into the garden of the bungalow. There must be no one in such a big house.

Huo Zhenye frowned and looked at the house. This house seemed to be more eerie than yesterday. He raised his head to look at the roof, and happened to throw something from the transom of the attic.

The thing fell to the ground with a thud and rolled around on the gravel road.

"What is it?" It was far away, and the big head squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly.

Huo Zhenye saw it, he took a deep breath, and asked the big head: "Have you brought a gun?"

A child's clogs were thrown out of the window.

The Song family is all Chinese. How could there be clogs of Japanese children in the house? Could it be that Song Fusheng killed three people in the Hongkou warehouse and tied the Japanese children to the house?

The big head opened his mouth wide, and staring at the window, he saw a child's hand stretched out from inside, holding another clog, before he could throw it down, he was pulled back by another little hand.

The big head immediately thought of the mixed intestines of those three people, and looked down at his baton: "No, no, Hua arrester doesn't deserve a gun!"

There was no other way, Huo Zhenye rolled up his sleeves, climbed up the iron gate a few times, climbed in and opened the door from the inside, and put his big head in: "You enter from the kitchen, I enter from the garden, if the child can throw things out, it means that people are concentrated in The first floor, or there may be no one at home”

Song Fusheng was of medium stature and weak, not to mention Mrs. Song, these two people were not their opponents.

Datou swallowed, and he gripped the baton tightly.

Huo Zhenye entered through the French door of the garden, and the little squirrel flew in front of him, as if acting as a striker for him.

The room was quiet, there was no sound at all, children's toys were everywhere in the hall on the first floor, ribbons and flags were hung everywhere, long tablecloths were spread on the table, and double cream cakes were placed on it.

"Happy Birthday Jackie" was written on the cake, and the candles were inserted.

There are gift boxes everywhere, beautifully wrapped and tied with ribbons, as if the place is preparing for a birthday party.

The big head tiptoed out of the kitchen, he shook his head at Huo Zhenye, and there was no movement in the kitchen.

The two looked at each other and looked towards the stairs.

Huo Zhenye walked in front with his gun on his back, and followed closely behind him with his baton in his hands.

The door of the study room was wide open. Song Fusheng was sitting at the desk. Huo Zhenye raised his gun, only to find that Song Fusheng was tied to the armchair and passed out.

There were crayons scattered on the desk. Song Fusheng's face was pale, and two blushes were painted on his cheeks. At first glance, he looked like a dummy.

Datou stepped forward and slapped Song Fusheng awake. When he woke up, he looked out the window first. Seeing that the sun was shining outside, he burst into tears.

Datou covered his mouth: "Shut down! Where are the children?"

Song Fusheng struggled, and he whispered, "It's all...in the attic."

Huo Zhenye pointed to the phone on the desk, asked the big head to call the brother from the arresting room, and walked to the attic by himself, Song Fusheng said sadly: "Don't go!"

Huo Zhenye had already pushed open the door, and the scene in front of him made him stand still, unable to recover for a moment.

The attic floor is covered with bedspreads and quilts, and the entire attic is like a huge bed, where several children sleep, curled up like birds.

They leaned on each other, and when they heard the voice, they raised their heads alertly and looked at Huo Zhenye.

one, two...

Huo Zhenye frowned, how could there be five children?Is there another case of disappearance, but the parents have not had time to report it?

He knelt down and said to the children, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out of this house."

None of the children moved, they still looked at Huo Zhenye with terrified eyes.

Huo Zhenye had no experience in dealing with children, so he shouted: "Big head, come here!"

The big head is wearing police clothes, and he looks silly, which may make these children put down their guard.

He left the attic to interrogate Song Fusheng. Song Fusheng was still tied up, but he was fully awake. He stretched his legs and tried to drag the chair to the window.

As soon as Huo Zhenye came in, he saw him struggling to move, Huo Zhenye said: "Mr. Song, this is the second floor, you can't escape."

Song Fusheng didn't want to run away, he wanted to get closer to the sun.

"Tell me, what method did you and your wife use to kidnap these children?" Among them, the longest missing time was five days, and he stayed at Song's house for five days. It is impossible for Song Fusheng not to find out.

"You were tied up because of an argument with your wife?"

Song Fusheng was still moving towards the window, and the dragged armchair scratched the floor, making harsh noises, but he didn't stop, he was very persistent.

Huo Zhenye had no choice but to take out his gun: "Mr. Song, why don't you cooperate with me well, this case may be in the Japanese Concession, and it will be difficult to figure it out then."

Song Fusheng didn't move. He looked at Huo Zhenye in horror. Huo Zhenye raised his brows. He just frightened the man and didn't intend to shoot at all.

In just a split second, Huo Zhenye realized that someone was behind him.

He turned around quickly, aiming his gun at the door. There was only a dark shadow outside the door, the shadow of a child. He might be hiding at the door, not daring to come in.

Huo Zhenye looked relieved: "What's the matter, Uncle Datou didn't take you out?"

Before the corner of his mouth smiled, he suddenly thought of the other little hand protruding from the window, the children's handprints on the top of the transom in the warehouse, and the terrified and silent eyes of those children.

They were not afraid of him, they were afraid of someone between them.

But it was still daytime, even if there were little ghosts, they should only appear at night.

The muzzle that had just dropped was raised again: "Who are you?"

The shadow remained motionless, the whole room was resounding with the children's wanton laughter, and the oriole on Huo Zhenye's shoulder rushed over like a cannonball.

Huo Zhenye didn't want to shoot the child, and he wasn't sure if the child was a ghost or if a ghost possessed the child.

The child's shadow stepped in from the door, it avoided the sunlight on the floor, and quickly hid in the black shadow of the ceiling, blending with the shadow.

Song Fusheng stared at the black shadow on the ceiling in horror: "Don't come here! You are not Xiaojie! I am not your father!"

Palm prints appeared one after another on the ceiling, crossing the room like footprints towards Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng was so frightened that he passed out.

Huo Zhenye pointed his gun at the black handprints, but the handprints were all over the ceiling, and Huo Zhenye couldn't aim at all. The series of footprints had already reached the window, and they were about to pounce on Song Fusheng.

The oriole rushed forward. The thing had no substance, and the oriole could not attack it, so it could only keep flapping its wings to prevent it from touching Song Fusheng.

The black shadow became angry, and it huffed and hit the oriole.

The little squirrel opened its mouth, but it couldn't make a sound, so it just fell out of the window.

Huo Zhenye tapped the trigger, and the bullet punched a hole in the ceiling. The gunfire stopped and the shadow stopped. It crawled back to the door, and soon disappeared.

Huo Zhenye untied Song Fusheng first, and went back to the attic to see that his head was lying on the side, bleeding from his head.

There was the sound of a car starting outside, and Huo Zhenye rushed to the window.

Mrs. Song was hiding under the tablecloth of the long table just now. She escaped at the right time, holding something in her arms, and drove the car out of the iron gate.

As soon as the patrolmen were about to enter the door, they were knocked into pieces by Mrs. Song. They rushed up and saw Song Fusheng was tied up and passed out. They thought it was Huo Zhenye who had subdued Song Fusheng.

The four children were still in the attic, and the Japanese businessman's child had just been kidnapped to Song's house. He was the one who could move and talk, and opened the window and threw the wooden clogs for help.

Of the three remaining children, the youngest stood motionless against the wall, looking blankly.

Huo Zhenye recognized him as Xiao Kai, walked up to him, and called his name: "Xiao Kai, you are safe, your parents and sister are waiting for you to go home."

Xiaokai stared straight ahead, and when he heard his sister, he turned his head one by one.

Huo Zhenye gasped, he was very familiar with this posture, the paper figurines in Bai Zhun's place all turned their heads like this.He hurriedly felt the child's pulse, the heartbeat was abnormally slow, and the person gradually lost temperature.

Huo Zhenye took off his suit and covered him, and said to the police who came behind him: "This child seems to be injured, I'll take him to the hospital first."

Stuffing the big head and the child into the car, he drove to the Sacred Heart Hospital to find his old classmate Xu Yanwen when he was studying abroad.

Xu Yanwen didn't have much friendship with Huo Zhenye, he studied hard, and Huo Zhenye was wanton, so Xu Yanwen felt strange when he heard that he was looking for him.

"Brother Huo, why did you come to find me?"

"I don't have time to explain. Where is your office?" If it wasn't for nothing, he wouldn't have come to this nerd.

"I'm a surgeon, do you want to see internal medicine or surgery?" Xu Yanwen held up his glasses and pointed to the location of the office. Huo Zhenye carried the child and dragged Xu Yanwen and ran in.

As soon as he entered the door, he closed the door with a "snap", and put Xiao Kai on the diagnostic bed: "You have to see him quickly, first maintain the vital signs, and I will make a call."

The Bai family didn't have a phone, but there was one in the cigarette shop at the entrance of the alley in Yuqingli. Occasionally, Axiu would take a piece of paper written by Bai Zhun and ask the boss to call the restaurant to deliver food.

Huo Zhenye used it to call the arresting house, but fortunately he wrote down the number at that time.

When the owner of the Tobacco Hotel received the call, he knocked on the door of Bai's house, took out a piece of paper through the door, and repeated it word by word: "Mr. Huo said that he is in the Sacred Heart Hospital, please help Mr. Bai."

It turns out that Boss Bai can still see a doctor.

The author has something to say: Boss Bai: Hmm~

Huo Xiaoqi: What the hell also appears during the day!