extradition officer

Shen Mo paid, and the two came out of the ramen restaurant.

Just when a person entered the noodle shop, Jiang Jiankai heard the boss greet him warmly inside. The hot wind blew through the night, and he suddenly thought why this place is not popular anymore.

There is not even an air conditioner in the summer, only a few old fans blowing there, no wonder everyone is reluctant to come.

"Where's your car?" he asked.

"No car, you were in a bad situation at the time, so I just found a place to stay... Where is this?"

Listening to the silence, turning left and right to look at the terrain, Jiang Jiankai couldn't complain.

He searched on his mobile phone, and it turned out that it was near the Jiangjia bun shop, so it was not far from the scene of Chen Xiaoling's murder.

"I see. Go that way. When you get to the highway, go straight and you'll be home. Do you want me to use spiritual spells?"

Talking silently, he took his hand.

Jiang Jiankai felt that his hands were colder than usual, wondering if it was caused by excessive use of spiritual techniques, so he said, "No, it's not far anyway, let's go back on foot."

He turned around and walked in the other direction, silently reminding, "You're going the wrong way."

"Yes, I know a shortcut."

"You are talking about many years ago, but now there are no street lights where you walk."

Shen Mo didn't seem to want to leave, and tried to persuade him, but Jiang Jiankai had already walked out, and said leisurely in front: "Anyway, I can't see it, it doesn't matter to me whether there are street lights or not."

Silence smiled wryly. As an instructor, he knew Jiang Jiankai's stubborn temper well, so he caught up with him a few steps and took his hand.

"Then you can be my blind staff, even the god of death can't see clearly this black light."

Fortunately for them, the path chosen by Jiang Jian is still there, and it is as winding as before.

There are a lot of green shade here, so it feels cooler than the main road. The summer wind blows head-on, and it becomes cool, with the fragrance of flowers that cannot be named.

After walking for a while, there was a silence, and Jiang Jiankai asked, "What's wrong?"

"I saw a firefly. I didn't expect to see fireflies in a big city. It's a bit strange."

Jiang Jiankai also heard the sound of the little bug fluttering its wings, and said with a smile, "there should be very few houses nearby. I remember that they are all old houses, and they will be demolished sooner or later."

Shen Mo looked around, only a few streets away, but the place was obviously much older. He looked into the distance, frowning inconspicuously, and walked quickly, Jiang Jiankai suddenly said: "Wait!"

He stopped, looked at the place where he was silently watching just now, temporarily turned in a direction, and walked there.

Silence reminded: "You are going wrong, we should move forward."

"I want to go over there and have a look."

"Look at what?"

Asked silently, Jiang Jiankai didn't know, it was an instinctive intuition that was pulling him over.

His steps speeded up imperceptibly, the further he walked, the more intense his heart beating, he was so nervous that his breath stretched, and he suddenly realized it.

When the false sister Peng took him to the warehouse that day, he felt the same way. As Shen Mo said, he carried the virus in his body, so when he came into contact with the same virus, he would react violently.

The destination was finally arrived. It was a detached house with an old appearance. Because no one lived in it for a long time, many cobwebs formed under the eaves, and the yard was also full of weeds.

Jiang Jiankai couldn't see these things, he went straight to the door, reached out to touch the door, the door was unlocked, and pushed it open with a creak.

"No one has lived here for a long time." Shen Mo said, looking around.

Jiang Jiankai turned a deaf ear and walked in. Shen Mo had to follow behind, and closed the door behind him after entering.

There are no curtains in the room, and the moonlight shines in through the glass windows, without the darkness as imagined.

But whether there is light or not is irrelevant to Jiang Jiankai. He is used to the darkness. The room does not have the musty smell that should have been vacant for many years, but is full of other weird smells. There should be no one, but he can feel it. I saw a figure swaying in front of my eyes.

Someone was arguing, the voice was faint and indistinct, and it seemed to be a man and a woman. At first, it was an ordinary quarrel, and then the two sides fought violently, and the footsteps were chaotic, and they quickly ran upstairs.

Without thinking carefully, Jiang Jian took a few steps forward, touched the stairs, and followed him up.

But after he went up, there was silence upstairs, but there was arguing downstairs, and this time it was more intense. Jiang Jian listened carefully, and felt that the sound was different from the one he heard just now. The clarity is sharper and full of murderous intent.

He is going to kill!He's going to kill that woman!

"Fangtang?" Shen Mo whispered in his ear, "What did you find?"

Following his call, the quarrel disappeared, and everything returned to silence, but Jiang Jiankai's heart was beating non-stop, just like what he felt in the mountains during the day.

The hand was grabbed, and the calm breath of silence was conveyed to him. Jiang Jiankai gradually calmed down and said, "The murderer seems to have been here..."

"you sure?"

"It's just a feeling that there was a woman at the time..."

Jiang Jiankai was about to tell what he heard when Shen Mo suddenly pulled him.

"Shh, someone is coming."

Jiang Jiankai's emotions were affected, and his hearing became dull for half a beat. When reminded, he held his breath and heard footsteps coming from the yard. Soon, the door was pushed open, and two people walked in one after the other.

"Huh? Why isn't the door locked?"

It's the voice of a young girl, Jiang Jiankai is very familiar with this voice, but who is it if it's not Qiangwei?

Why did she come here at night?

Jiang Jiankai couldn't help being puzzled, so he heard another woman say, "Just take a look and go, no one lives around here, maybe a thief came here."

The woman's voice was more mature, she was in her early fifties, Qiangwei said, "But what's there to steal here, it's all so desolate."

Not only did she not leave, but she was still walking back and forth on the first floor, sighing, but the woman didn't try to persuade her any more, she just stood aside and waited for her.

Jiang Jiankai felt that the woman's voice was also a little familiar. He should have heard it before, but suddenly he couldn't remember who it was.

Qiangwei said again: "I remember this gap. I tripped over it and hit it with the stool I was holding, and here, here, this is the line my mother drew for me."

There was a bit of childlike joy in the voice, Jiang Jian thought happily, could it be that this was her home, so why did it become a deserted house?And the breath of the undead?

Just as she was wondering, the sound of footsteps came, and Qiangwei went upstairs.

He was startled, and then his wrist was pulled, silently opened the closet next to him, and pulled him into hiding.

It was very empty inside, as if a few clothes had been hung, there was no musty smell caused by years of non-use, on the contrary, there was a faint scent of camellia.

Jiang Jian happily thought that it should be useful here, at least someone has used it recently.

Just as he was thinking about it, his head hurt and he didn't know where he hit it. A suffocated laughter came from his ear, Shen Mo pulled him, helped him avoid the clothes hook, and stood behind the clothes.