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Yan Yan was stunned for a long time, then turned around foolishly, and asked Yan Su: "What does human flesh smell like?"

How can you taste this? ?

Yan Su looked at him coldly, but didn't respond to him.

Yan Yan stared into his eyes, staring at each other.

There was nothing in those beautiful but empty eyes.

——"There are too many things in my mind, and I can't feel the existence of the outside world at all..."

Many years ago, was Yan Su's mother also like this, guarding a cold robot-like son, never knowing when he would take the initiative to speak.

Yan Yan looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

Occasionally, the wait is fraught.

"Come on, let's go and have a look." Yan Yan wanted to grab Yan Su's shoulder as usual, but Yan Su quickly moved away, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Comrade Yan Yan had no choice but to hold his wrist, but now Yan Su obediently let him lead him away.

Yan Yan pushed aside the crowd, and out of police professional habits, he yelled: "Why are you all gathering here, hurry up, go back to each house and find each mother!"

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

The old woman refused to leave, and stubbornly tugged at the sleeve of the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop: "It's...a person..."

Yan Yan put on a kind smile, and asked with a smile: "Old lady, where do you put that human meat bun?"

The bun shop owner waved him away: "It's none of your business."

Yan Yan took out the police officer ID that he carried with him.

The bun shop owner took a look, rubbed his eyes, looked again, and yelled, "Police!"

"What are you doing so excited?" Yan Yan put away his police ID and said with a smile, "during vacation, I'm just an ordinary citizen."

He turned his head and smiled and asked Yan Su who wouldn't praise him at all: "Really, the people."

Yan Su: "..."

This person... Yan Su's messy mind suddenly popped up... Huh...

The old lady heard from the boss that Yan Yan was a policeman, and immediately gave him half of the steamed stuffed bun she was carrying: "That's it, take a look, take a look."

Yan Yan couldn't tell, he didn't know anything about cooking, so he felt that this meat was not quite like the pork he had eaten.

But the meat fillings are all chopped into fillings, so you can't tell what kind of meat it is.

Yan Yan put it in front of his nose and smelled pantothenic acid, he moved to Yan Su's nose and said, "Smell."

After saying this, Yan Yan remembered that Yan Su, an autistic child, was unlikely to talk to him.

Yan Yan withdrew his hand angrily, and Yan Su suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Boss Yan?" Yan Yan was surprised.

Yan Su took his hand and took a bite very lightly. Yan Yan was so frightened that he immediately threw the bun back to the old lady, patted Yan Su on the back, and said in a hurry, "Silly boy, you didn't want you to smell it, you didn't want you to eat it!"

"Yes..." Yan Su said softly, "Human."

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Yan turned his head suddenly, with stern eyes, shot at the bun shop owner, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you get this batch of meat?"

The steamed stuffed bun shop owner's legs were so frightened, with an innocent face and a panicked face, he poured beans into the bamboo tube and explained: "It's just this morning. At two or three o'clock, I don't have enough meat for stuffing, so I went to buy it from the old butcher. It was still fresh when it was handed over to me, saying it was... just slaughtered..."

"Comrade police!" The boss almost hugged Yan Yan's thigh and cried, "I really don't know anything!"

"I'm just greedy for cheap. Look, pork has been so expensive in the past two years, and the meat is only more than ten yuan a catty..." The owner of the bun shop began to do self-reflection: "Being greedy for petty cheapness harms others and myself. I was wrong. Wrong!"

"Stop, stop," Yan Yan interrupted his eloquent self-examination, and went straight to the point, "Where is the meat?"

"Hey," the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop rubbed his apron, "It's useless. I felt something was wrong when chopping the stuffing. I dare not use it. Most of it is left there. Come with me."

The boss took the two of them into the back kitchen, and the smell of blood came over his face.

"You dare to use such a strong smell." Yan Yan noticed the black plastic bags piled up in the corner.

The inside of the bag was dyed a circle of dark red, oozing blood.

Yan Su broke free from him suddenly, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and squatted down in front of the black plastic bag.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop asked tremblingly, "He, is he also a policeman?"

Yan Yan's expression was serious, it was probably human flesh.

"Yes." Yan Yan came behind Yan Su, and the two squatted side by side.

Yan Su scratched open the bag, splash, minced meat poured out, scum of blood.

The old lady who followed the three of them rolled her eyes and was immediately knocked unconscious by the bloody thing.

The boss supported the old lady, wanting to cry but without tears: "What's wrong with this!"

"It's bloody, don't you feel something's wrong?" Yan Yan wondered and looked back at him.

The boss was so anxious that his face turned red, and he was eager to prove his innocence: "Brother, I didn't think much of it. Besides, isn't it the same with fresh meat? I've seen it with more blood!"

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows, the boss swallowed, and quickly added: "Pork with more blood..."

Yan Su stretched out his hand, and Yan Yan grabbed him: "Wait a minute."

"Do you have gloves?" Yan Yan asked the boss.

The boss put the old lady on the side seat and brought two pairs of rubber gloves for them.

"Gloves." Yan Yan handed them to Yan Su: "Will you wear them?"

Yan Su, an autistic child, stared at the pair of dark yellow rubber gloves with a cold face, and then used the other hand that was not caught by Yan Yan to poke the flesh.

"Yan Su!" Yan Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't."

Comrade Yan Yan put gloves on the autistic child resignedly, Yan Su frowned, as if he thought he was troublesome.

Yan Yan took out his phone to take a picture.

After the photo was taken, Yan Su was asked to carry the pile of meat wearing gloves.

Intestines, viscera, large chunks of meat, yellow fat mixed with red blood, Yan Yan found a piece of meat the size of a cherry.

"Fuck." Comrade Yan Yan felt chills: "Female nipples."

The boss's face changed, and he became anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He half knelt down and said, "Comrade policeman, go find the old butcher seller. I really don't care about me. I am honest and responsible in this small business. How dare I kill someone?" Comrade police! I have been wronged!"

As the boss spoke, he began to wipe away his tears.

Yan Yan disliked him: "The one who cleans himself will clear himself. You haven't said you are a suspect yet, so stop crying."

"Murder to pieces." Yan Yan tightened his thick eyebrows, unable to bear to stare: "The time of death is estimated to be last night."

Light flickered from between the minced meat.

Yan Su reached in, touched for a long time, and took out a plain silver ring from the broken stomach.

A red thread passes through the silver ring.

"Wait a minute, this ring..." Yan Yan wondered, "It looks familiar."

Yan Su looked at him silently, Yan Yan lowered his head, searching quickly in his mind.

——She kept touching the silver ring around her neck, looking very disturbed.

——"Someone... wants to kill me..."

Yan Yan raised his head suddenly, and his eyes met Yan Su's.

Yan Su moved his mouth, and Yan Yan clenched his molars: "It's only... one night."

"Not necessarily..." Yan Yan got up: "Go back to the villa and have a look!"

Yan Su followed him and stood up.

Yan Yan pointed to the boss, then pointed to the black plastic bag in the corner and the hideous pieces of meat scattered on the ground: "Close the shop, keep an eye on this thing, don't let anyone in!"

The boss was trembling, not daring to show any air, so he nodded quickly.

The old lady woke up by herself, just in time to hear Yan Yan's words, and took the initiative to say: "Don't worry, I'll be watching."

Yan Yan took off his gloves, wiped off Yan Su's gloves, and dragged him back to Gaoquan Villa.

The boss and the boss's wife's son, Jiang Tianyuan, were in the lobby, nestling on the sofa, playing games with his mobile phone in his arms, turning it on, and yelling: firstblood!

Jiang Tianyuan looked to be twenty years old. At this age, he was either studying in university or working.

But Jiang Tianyuan doesn't seem to be studying or working.

Yan Yan walked behind the sofa and patted Jiang Tianyuan on the shoulder.

Jiang Tianyuan was impatient and didn't lift his head: "Get lost, didn't you see that I'm busy!"

"Where's your mother?" Yan Yan kicked the sofa and asked him.

Jiang Tianyuan paused, tilted his hand, and flashed into the pile of red names in the opposite direction, and the screen went black immediately.

Female Voice Tip: Youhavebeenslain.

Jiang Tianyuan dropped his phone angrily, scratched the back of his head, and looked up at Yan Yan: "You..."

Yan Yan's tall figure and serious expression frightened him.

Jiang Tianyuan stood up, took three steps back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, impatiently: "How do I know!"

"Isn't she your mother?" Yan Yan asked sharply.

Jiang Tianyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked with a half-smile: "Her?..." He curled his lips and didn't continue.

Jiang Gaoquan carried a case of beer and passed by with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes wandered back and forth between Jiang Tianyuan and Yan Yan. He put the beer case next to the restaurant.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Gaoquan walked over and said, "Tianyuan, what's the matter?"

Jiang Tianyuan squeezed out an ugly smile, shrugged his shoulders: "He asked where my mother is."

Jiang Gaoquan was taken aback: "Ask her why."

"Was she with you last night?" Yan Yan looked at Jiang Gaoquan.

"No..." Jiang Gaoquan shook his chubby head like a rattle: "I haven't seen her."

Yan Yan: "When was the last time you saw her?"

Jiang Gaoquan pondered with his mouth, rolled his eyes again and again, and answered honestly with a simple and honest face: "Just last night, she said it, and I haven't seen it."

"Have you found it?" Yan Yan asked.

Jiang Gaoquan looked at Jiang Tianyuan, the father and son looked at me and I looked at you, and looked at each other.

"No," Jiang Gaoquan explained, "She often goes out at night and goes to church. Their church likes to do some activities at night. Well, I'm not surprised that she goes out all night."

"Oh, by the way, what are you looking for her...?" Jiang Gaoquan asked in wonder.

Jiang Tianyuan sat back on the sofa, picked up his phone and continued to play, nonchalantly said: "I must have gone to church, what else can she do."

"She's missing," Yan Su interrupted suddenly, "She's not in the church."

The three turned their heads at the same time and looked at Yan Su in surprise, as if the walking vase spoke amazingly.

Perhaps it was because of the hot weather, Jiang Gao was sweating all over his body, he raised his round arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "What do you mean she is missing?" "Missing, don't you call the police?" Yan Su Asked back with a cold face.

"This..." Jiang Gaoquan hesitated.

Against the wind, Jiang Tianyuan clicked to surrender, and his teammates surrendered tacitly. Only one person refused, but they were outnumbered and the game was over.

Jiang Tianyuan opened a new one, without raising his head, he said, "Don't call the police."

Yan Yan wondered: "Why?"

"Because...she said that the mountain ghost came here...if outsiders are allowed to enter the mountain...they will kill us all." Jiang Tianyuan said quietly.

The audience was silent, and there was no sound.

Yan Yan suddenly remembered last night, that girl in white with blood all over her face!

Could it be... there are really ghosts in this world? !

No, no, wait, wait, Yan Yan thought, he is a staunch supporter of Marxism and a staunch atheist. Chairman Mao said that ghosts and gods are feudal superstitions.

Even after doing psychological training and seeing it with his own eyes, Yan Yan still felt his scalp tingling.

"What does the mountain ghost... look like? Has your mother seen it?" Yan Yan asked.

Jiang Tianyuan manipulated the character, holding a big shield and rushing towards the opponent, the team battle was fierce.

After the team battle, Jiang Tianyuan returned to the city, and then he said slowly: "I don't know, I haven't seen it. Isn't she in the church, the church, you know, she has seen some ghosts and gods. Said There are mountain ghosts... Anyway, don't call the police."

"If there are mountain ghosts, what should we tourists do?" Yan Yan asked with a smile.

Don't let the police in, let the tourists in?It's clear that you're cheating.

Jiang Tianyuan rolled his eyelids, impatiently: "Believe it or not."

Jiang Gaoquan asked honestly: "Who are you? What do you do? Are you the police?"

"City management." Yan Su said, Yan Yan was startled, and agreed with him: "City management."

"Oh..." Jiang Gaoquan touched the back of his head: "Urban management."

Jiang Tianyuan bent down, replied to the text message, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, bitch."

Yan Su turned and went upstairs, Yan Yanjian followed him.

It was not until he returned to the room that Yan Yan asked, "What did you find?"

Yan Su took out an old newspaper, picked up the ballpoint pen next to the landline, and lowered his head to write and draw.

Yan Yan folded his arms and watched seriously.

The name of the proprietress Jiang Liwen is connected with these four lines, and the four lines point to her husband Jiang Gaoquan, son Jiang Tianyuan and the church.

Yan Su wrote Shangui next to the proprietress's name, connected the link between Shangui and the church, and finally put question marks next to the two words.

Yan Su pointed at the mountain ghost.

For some reason, Yan Yan always felt terrified, as if two eyes were staring at him from behind, chilly, Yan Yan shuddered, and told Yan Su about the ghost last night.

Last night, the woman in white appeared, and the next day, a lump of minced meat appeared.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Yan Yan asked Yan Su.

Yan Su looked indifferent and shook his head.

Yan Yan sighed: "If you don't call the police, you can't determine the identity of the deceased. It is only our guess that the deceased is the proprietress."

But what if the police were called... What if the so-called mountain ghost really came?

Yan Yan still prefers to call the police, he wants to know Yan Su's opinion.

Yan Su lowered his head, thought for a while, and added two words after Jiang Tianyuan's name on the newspaper: kill.

Yan Yan was confused: "What do you mean?"

Yan Su opened his mouth, and said in a calm voice, "He said that the mountain ghost came and 'killed us'."

"But what I'm asking is that the proprietress is missing." Yan Su said softly.

How could Jiang Tianyuan be so sure that he was killed?In other words, he probably already knew that the proprietress was killed.

Yan Yan rubbed his head vigorously, took out his mobile phone and dialed 110 to call the police.

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