Boss, stay!

The doors of the huts were not very tight, and when the wind blew, a small crack opened, and the wind with raindrops slipped in along the crack of the door, and slipped on Ji Kangcheng's legs, who was only wearing a pair of trousers, Boss Ji was so cold I shivered.

The phone call Ling Qiu swore was straight to the point, and he only spoke six words, which were obviously simple words and a common language, but Ji Kangcheng was like a cipher beginner who had received an encrypted voice and struggled to decipher them for a while before he understood the six words. The meaning of the word, he hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly: "Mom, you mean, Ji Shan is dead?"

There was an insignificant sob through the microphone, and Ji Kang intentionally suspended his head like a small boat buried in a raging wave. He supported the cold wall of the shanty and shouted through the phone: "Mom, mom, you Where? Are you all right?"

"I'm at work, I'm fine, Kang Cheng, your dad...he just left..."

Ji Kangcheng simply opened the door of the shanty and went out, he couldn't get out the foul breath in his heart, he told Ling Qiu in a muffled voice: "Mom, don't move, I'll pick you up."

It wasn't until he started the car that Ji Kangcheng realized that he forgot to hold an umbrella when he left. The rain flowed down his half-length hair to the corner of his forehead, the corner of his eyes, and into his neck. Even in May, the rain was still surprisingly cold.

The road conditions are not good in rainy days, he is in Zibai Mountain, so far away from Ling Qiu's oath, he is holding his breath in this car, but he still has a trace of reason, this car has to be driven steadily, he has to drive steadily, he can't make a single mistake Otherwise, how would Ling Qiushi live?

When he arrived, the street lights were turned on, and the car stopped at the place where Ling Qiushi went to work, only to realize that Ling Qiushi should have passed by a long time ago. He called Ling Qiushi and said that she was at the funeral home. Ji Kangcheng said Saying hello, he immediately turned the car around, and when he was about to leave, he remembered that he didn't ask Ling Qiushi which funeral home he was.

He drove all the way back, his mind was empty, and until this time he still felt that he could not think. When he was sitting in the car in a daze, Kang Qin called. Cry first.

Ji Kangcheng opened the car window to let the cold rain and wind blow in. Hearing Kangqin's suppressed sobbing, he calmed down for a moment and comforted her: "What's the point of crying? Do you know which funeral home it is? I'll go there first, and I'll talk about the specific situation when it arrives."

Kang Qin suppressed her tears: "Second Aunt asked me to pick you up, where are you? I'll take a taxi to find you."

Ji Kangcheng wanted to ask for the address and go there by himself, but after a pause he gave his address and waited for Kangqin to pick him up.

The space in the car was cramped and uncomfortable, he got out of the car and waited outside, shivering from the cold.

It took Kangqin a long time to come, and she covered his head with a long black umbrella, and pulled him into the taxi she had just jumped out of. Kangqin held his hand tightly, obviously her palm was also icy cold.

"My mother... is she okay?"

"Second aunt is fine, brother, you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But the words sounded unconvincing, he leaned back on the back seat, and asked after a while: "What's going on?"

Kang Qin was silent for a while, and hugged his brother sideways: "Brother, it's murder, the situation is the same in the two cases, man, man..." Kang Qin couldn't continue.

Ji Kang intentionally got his head punched, that is to say, rape first and then kill, dismember the corpse, throw the corpse...

When Kang Ping and him lied about the military situation, he thought that at Ji Shan's age and his middle age, he couldn't be the murderer's target, but the facts were in front of him...

The facts are so funny!

But he didn't feel sad either, his heart was as dull as a heavy stone, but it wasn't sad either.

"Any clues?" He asked Kangqin, feeling a little frighteningly cruel when his mind came alive.

"The police will not disclose the progress of the case." The autopsy has ended, and the body was brought back by Kang Ping and the others. She had been placed in an ice coffin when she passed by, and the funeral home had a beauty job on the body. When she saw it, Ji Shan's face was calm and flat Lying, unable to imagine that this is a murder body.

Ji Kangcheng nodded: "It's the same as the previous cases. It's not easy. Some serial killers can hide for decades!" He stated the fact calmly.

Rainy days are prone to traffic jams. The car is stuck on the road and cannot move. The driver impatiently turned on the radio. I don’t know which channel it is. A noisy background sound came out, and someone shouted loudly: "Brother, brother!"

It's like a live scene.

The singer cleared his throat: "Don't sing along to this song!"

No one could listen to him in this carnival scene, the crowd around him hummed along with his guitar melody, and he suddenly stopped singing and burst into foul language.

Although others were taken aback by his sudden viciousness, the voices of people still mocked him noisily. He ignored the noise around him, plucked his guitar and started singing again.

Hoarse, with a howling sound like tearing a piece of silk, covering the surrounding noises, the scene suddenly became quiet, only the noise of the radio accompanied his singing: "Whose father is dead, please tell How I grieve..."

Ji Kangcheng felt as if his heart had been poked, and his internal organs shrank together. Kangqin felt something strange about him, so she could only rub his knees with her hands. Ji Kangcheng pinched his brows, only listening to the singer repeatedly Chant: "We were born alone, we were born alone..."

He couldn't shed a single tear, but he couldn't stretch his tightly squeezed gallbladder and heart.

The rain outside the car window is still falling, and the city is surrounded by a cold wave. The taillights of the car seem to be shivering in the cold rain. In this bustling street, how many people have vivid happiness, how many People have unspeakable pain, how many people are helpless, how many people are trying to love life while trying to write a suicide note in the middle of the night.

Xu Chaoming walked back after work. The sound of the rain hitting the umbrella made him unable to hear the ringing of the phone. He didn't feel it until he felt the vibration of the phone, so he took a look. A fraudulent call, Xu Chaoming wanted to hang up the phone, but the finger that cut off the phone stopped when he saw the location of the call.

Xiang Zhuo's hometown seems to be here.

Xu Chaoming picked up the phone almost by chance, and it was indeed Xiang Zhuo's voice after a slight electric current: "Old Xu?"

Xu Chaoming hummed, a little excited after a dull day, he followed up and asked: "Why is there no news from you, everyone is very..." His three words "Missing you" collided with Xiang Zhuo's voice. Together, he swallowed the words quickly, and asked Xiang Zhuo, "What did you say?" He stopped, pressed his finger on the protrusion on the handle of the umbrella to put away the umbrella, and shut out the noise around him.

The voice on the other side of the phone became clear, and Xiang Zhuo said again: "Old Xu, I'm sorry!"

Xu Chaoming didn't understand, so he paused, and then listened to Xiang Zhuo and said, "It's raining heavily, hold an umbrella, and take care."

"Xiang Zhuo!" Xu Chaoming became very anxious, but the other side had already hung up the phone. He dialed again and listened to the voice prompt: "Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again. Sorry ..."

While he was standing there with his umbrella put away, he was drenched to the ground. He didn't seem to feel it, so he called Xiang Zhuo while walking, but until he returned to the rented house, Xiang Zhuo didn't get through.

Why did Xiang Zhuo say sorry, sorry for what?What happened?Xu Chaoming had this matter in his heart, tossed and tossed for most of the night, and fell asleep amidst the sound of rain.

The next morning, someone in their office gossiped: "A murder case happened here, did you watch it? No, Lao Xu, what kind of eyes do you have? Don't you know?"

Xu Chaoming couldn't explain his nervousness, he wanted to take out his mobile phone to watch the news, the gossip spreader became dedicated: ""Don't watch, I'll tell you faster, the victim is an entrepreneur, an uncle, surnamed Ji , there is everything on the Internet... Sigh, Old Xu, where are you going? "

Xu Chaoming left in a hurry, and before going out, he found that his mobile phone was on the table without taking it, so he went back to get it: "I...cough leave, go out...cough...go out for a while!"

The people in the office saw that he hadn't finished speaking, and he had already walked away with the sound of coughing, so they didn't have time to ask anything, so they could only look at each other in blank dismay.