There is always a cheater behind every detective

The European-style classical big bed, the heavy curtains hanging but can't hide the murmurs pouring out, almost cut off all the light in the space, the people trapped in the comfortable and soft bedding seem to be falling into an unbearable nightmare, exhausting all their strength. Can't break free.

Bai Yan didn't know what was going on, those bloody dreams never stopped for 15 years, and he was used to it from the fear and despair when he was young, and he hasn't had any special emotions for a long time.But today's dream is very unusual, those emotions seem not to come from himself, but from the main character of the dream - fear, sadness, uncontrollable screams are blocked by ruthless palms, and the emotions that cannot be vented almost make him Suffocating, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the strange men and women who were lying in a pool of blood, his heart hurt as if it was about to burst.

For the first time, he was not the murderer in the dream.

Before I had time to recollect, the picture suddenly changed, just like a video tape that was reused, the incompletely covered picture suddenly appeared faulty, and a new plot was inserted.

The inexplicable sadness was gone, replaced by some inexplicable excitement and pleasure. Seeing those familiar teenagers tied up in the dilapidated classroom, he seemed to have reached the end of his fear. Those eyes Lost the color, only the hollowness of despair, the blood has dried up, and the faces are blue that are not far from death.

A pair of hands wearing dirty black plastic gloves are holding a tattered textbook, reciting the content in an excited voice.

Suddenly, Lang Song's voice stopped, and the foreground was moving, and soon settled on a certain boy. The black rubber glove moved the needle port on the boy's wrist, shook the bottle, and finally the picture quickly zoomed in, almost pasting The boy's face, the boy's face was dead gray, his eyes were half-closed, and the eye sockets were surrounded by purple-black circles, and the two cloudy eyeballs could only reveal a line, without any luster, and the barbed wire blocked his pale and chapped lips, bringing out A little bit of crimson rust.

Dead... Bai Yan was sure of the boy's condition with just one glance, and the owner of the dream had obviously confirmed it, and his mood suddenly became bad. He began to roughly pull the thorny wire. Although the protagonist in the picture was the dead boy, Bai Yan He didn't forget Zhao Zhuojie's explanation, he tried his best to pay attention to the details, he didn't look at the other teenagers squinting at him, and he didn't pay attention to the panic and despair in their eyes.

The windows are boarded up, so you can't see the outside. The classroom is old, but there are no obvious features to identify. There is a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The glass body has been smoked black, and only dim light can be seen. There are some simple chemical equipment at the back of the classroom, and there are a few clean hanging bottles on the table. The liquid injected to the teenagers should be prepared there.

The range of vision is limited, when the murderer picked up the dead boy and pushed open the only door in the classroom, Bai Yan felt a dull pain in the head like being hit by something, and he was driven out of the dream.

Bai Yan looked at the heavy tent that seemed about to be pressed down, and raised her hand to touch the roots of her sweaty hair and sat up slowly. The silk slipped over the bare skin like water and piled up on her lower abdomen, just covering the ambiguous part.

Bai Yan was absent-minded for a moment, and finally pushed aside the bed curtain and walked out, letting the silk quilts pile up under the bed, the moonlight through the large floor-to-ceiling windows burned the shape of the window guard on the carpet, and the slender figure wandered like a ghost, cast a silver halo by the moonlight .

Bai Yan pushed open the door of the studio connected to the room as if sleepwalking, and the smell of oil paint hit his face. He hurried to the easel, picked up the paintbrush and painted one after another gorgeous colors on the canvas, with a soul-burning focus on his exquisite face.

Zhao Zhuojie still got up early the next day, and the first thing he did when he returned to the bureau was to ask the internal staff to ask for the temporary pass that he gave yesterday. documents.You must know that because of this thing, he worked overtime last night, missed the opportunity to watch the news broadcast with his family, and even missed that old dog Amai for a walk. He really wanted to make things difficult for the boss, but in the face of that With a cold face, his courage was blown away like a balloon pricked by a needle.

After Zhao Zhuojie got the pass, he only told his subordinates to continue investigating the previous case, then turned around and left again, like a passerby.

It was the same broken car, it was foggy today, there were many small car accidents on the road, Zhao Zhuojie bypassed a Volkswagen that was blown up, the car in front suddenly braked suddenly, he almost gnawed on it, but luckily stopped in time, the car behind The technology was good and we caught up with the sudden brake, but there was a moderate impact sound from behind.

The owners of the two cars who were in love with each other in the back were not very good-tempered, and they quarreled as soon as they got out of the car. They pushed and pushed towards Zhao Zhuojie, trying to drag him in to share the responsibility, but when they got closer, they saw such a cold The domineering brother whose face can make the temperature drop suddenly, his fiery temper froze with a snort, and the flames were all gone, he retreated mutteringly, probably ready to reconcile.

Zhao Zhuojie didn't pay attention to the little episode behind him at all, he was irritable, but his face didn't show at all, but the rhythm of tapping the steering wheel with his fingers gradually accelerated, and he let out a cold breath free of money.

Suddenly, he frowned and listened attentively. There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the traffic jam mixed with the sound of horns, scolding mothers, and the sound of engines. The crisp sound of iron hooves hitting the road surface came from far to near.

Hooves?Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help poking his head out of the window to look out, and he saw the prince-like white swallow coming through the morning mist on a hunchbacked horse, and the iron crows knocked on the ground, rattling, bringing a bit of freshness to this anxious morning .

Those noises disappeared as if the pause button was pressed, and after the silence, there was a burst of exclamation-rub, fuck, shit, fuck...

The steed occasionally uses the car to play fancy tricks over obstacles, moving forward flexibly on the crowded road. The people on the horseback seem to sense it, and suddenly turn their faces to meet Zhao Zhuojie's eyes, and then move away for a moment. One person and one horse are quickly attracted The fog drowned out, leaving behind a vehement hail of greetings.

Zhao Zhuojie opened his mouth, his cold face was considered a failure, and the next moment he couldn't help spouting, laughing uncontrollably.

After Zhao Zhuojie struggled out of the traffic jam, it was already half an hour after he arrived at the university. The school had already started classes, the school gate had been closed, and the cleaner was bending over to clean up the scattered breakfast bags, milk boxes and other garbage on the ground. In front of the school gate, there was a dark horse that was pawing and whining unhappily. Its owner was stroking its nose gently, and whispering to it from time to time. The black horse was very useful, and seemed to be less irritable.

What a beast... Zhao Zhuojie's gums were a little itchy, and he wanted to eat horse meat.

He was stuck on the road for more than an hour, and the animal just waited, irritated.

Zhao Zhuojie just stopped the car, Bai Yan had already spotted him, turned to look at him, her black hair was wet with mist, making her more obedient, and there were a few mischievous dewdrops pressing on her eyelashes, at that moment all the background was weakened Now, only this person exists strongly and vividly.

The sharp-eyed Zhao Zhuojie naturally saw all the details clearly, and he hated the beast even more. If he acted coquettishly, there would be a beauty to comfort him, no wonder his temper grew.

"Morning." Bai Yan didn't know what Zhao Zhuojie was thinking, but felt that his eyes staring at the BMW were a bit too hungry, so she asked, "Are you hungry?"

Zhao Zhuojie grinned, "Yes." He wanted to eat horse meat.

The animal's keen sixth sense fully received Zhao Zhuojie's malice, it raised its hooves uneasily, and Bai Yan patted its nose and coaxed it for a long time.

Zhao Zhuojie really hummed: "It's troublesome to bring a job out, can't you drive a car or take a helicopter?"

Bai Yan didn't stop her comforting movements, and said calmly: "I don't know how to drive, helicopter? I want to ask the housekeeper."

Zhao Zhuojie nodded and opened the car door lock: "Come on, let your horse run behind, let's talk about yesterday's case."

Bai Yan was attracted by the case, and didn't notice all kinds of objections from the black horse snorting and shaving hooves, and gracefully bowed and sat in Zhao Zhuojie's car, as if it was not a dilapidated car that had been out of production for many years, but a noble car. The limousine, not to mention the provocative look Zhao Zhuojie threw at the horse.

The school police hurriedly opened the school gate, and the cleaners had already avoided the side of the road. These days, the rich second generation and the second generation official hit people and even backed the car to deliver a knife.

The car drove into the campus, and the dark horse of spirituality quickly chased after it.

"You mean, the murderer is teaching those victims?" Zhao Zhuojie felt uncomfortable when he heard that a teenager had died, but his eyebrows still raised when he heard the murderer's strange behavior: "So...he Are you imagining that you will teach these students well?"

Bai Yan shook her head: "I don't know, but he should like the lecture very much, he is very excited."

Zhao Zhuojie and Bai Yan got out of the car at the same time, and looked at each other across the roof: "Well, I will have someone check the location of the old classroom. Since the murderer likes to teach and knows the other party's identity very well, his identity is closely related to these schools." The relationship still has to start from the school."

"En." Bai Yan nodded, touched the horse's head that touched the side of the neck, and untied a painting tube from the black horse: "I brought a painting, do you want to see it?"

Zhao Zhuojie cast a contemptuous look at the black horse, then looked at Bai Yan with normal eyes: "Okay, let's go to the principal's office first."

"En." Bai Yan nodded and followed.

The black horse saw its owner being abducted by the bad guys again, it opened its mouth angrily and gnawed on the campus green plants, determined to gnaw all the greenery.