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The police siren drew Zhang Xian's attention back, and the police car flashing red could be seen upstairs.

The police surrounded the small building, and when they rushed into the room and saw Zhang Xian, they became vigilant.

Zhang Xian was very cooperative. As a person who stayed at the scene of the crime, his body was still stained with the victim's blood, so he naturally had to follow him to the police station to be questioned by the police.

Zhang Xian answered truthfully one by one.With the testimonies of screen recordings in the live broadcast room, bar attendants and surveillance video, he quickly got rid of the suspicion. As a brave and enthusiastic citizen, he signed and left the police station.

It's a pity that there is no surveillance at the gate of the factory, so we can't find the whereabouts of the murderer.

It was already midnight.His body, which had just recovered from a long illness, could not bear this torment. The biological clock strongly protested his sobriety, his right leg became heavier, and the smell of blood was always lingering on his body. Zhang Xian walked forward slowly, feeling very tired.

But he still felt something was wrong, he seemed to have forgotten something... Tang Changyue!

His witnesses, besides the bar waiter, were Tang Changyue.

Not only that, but Tang Changyue might have seen the murderer too!

Why didn't I remember it just now?Zhang Xian stopped, ready to go back to the police station to remind the police.

Suddenly the footsteps behind him rushed, someone rushed up, hugged Zhang Xian tightly and shoved against the wall: "Murderer! Pay for my son's life!"

Zhang Xian couldn't stand steadily, fell down, took the opportunity to turn around, and saw that the other party was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had gray temples, a weather-stained face, and was wearing a worn-out jacket. At this moment, his eyes were red and his mouth was spitting, staring at Zhang Xian with hatred.

For some reason, Zhang Xian suddenly felt that the middle-aged man looked familiar.

——He is the anchor's father, Lao Guo.

Lao Guo knew that his son was broadcasting live, but he didn't expect his son to broadcast a supernatural live broadcast, and he died tragically on the live broadcast.

So the freshman son disappeared as soon as he went out after dinner, how can Lao Guo accept the fact?

When he learned that someone was at the scene, he immediately ignored Zhang Xian and decided that Zhang Xian was the murderer, wanting to give his son justice.

Don't ask Lao Guo why he doesn't trust the police. When people are in extreme sorrow and joy, reason does not exist.

Zhang Xian also knew this, he was not in a hurry to defend himself, but chose to let Lao Guo calm down first - he swung his cane horizontally, blocked a few times, and the two switched positions up and down, Zhang Xian pressed Lao Guo's back, He strangled Lao Guo's throat and went down with a knife, and Lao Guo fell into a coma.

An injured lion is still a lion, even if he is not good at walking, it is not a problem to deal with an ordinary person who can't kung fu.

Leaving the comatose living person on the side of the road is obviously not Zhang Xian's usual style of acting. If something happens, he can't bear that responsibility.

Fortunately, he still has an old mobile phone that can make calls... No, when the battery runs out, any mobile phone will become a brick and be useless.

Zhang Xian had no choice but to lift him up with great effort, like carrying a bag of noodles.He leaned on a cane with difficulty and walked to the police station.

"I'd give anything for my legs to get better."

——The idea came to mind again.

It's not right, it's very wrong.

Zhang Xian feels that he has never been a person who likes to make assumptions, let alone fantasize about things without boundaries. His thinking tends to be rational, more precisely, pragmatic.

His leg is disabled, yes, does he want to cure it?Of course I want to.

But what he believes in is modern medicine, scientific medical technology and high-tech materials. If the doctor can't cure him, there is nothing he can do.

The word "any" is insidious if recovery comes at "any price."If you ask him to kill and set fire, will he do it too?

Don't even think about it, impossible is impossible.

But why did he think of this idea twice in just one night?

Zhang Xian's head hurts again.

While in a trance, Lao Guo on his shoulders woke up and struggled. Zhang Xian tied his hands and feet in advance. He could only twist his body, curse loudly, and tried to bite Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian let him go by the side of the road: "I'll untie your feet, you can go on your own."

Lao Guo: "Who told you to be hypocritical! Pay for my son's life! Pay for my son's life!"

Looking at his red eyes, Zhang Xian was about to raise his cane to calm down with force again, when he suddenly felt that this crazy-looking person had another kind of familiarity.

Not the one that looks similar to the host.

but... but...

"I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

"Damn!" Old Guo rushed to Zhang to spit, "You're a guilty conscience!"

"I'm also looking for clues about the murderer." Zhang Xian replied calmly.

After a pause, he asked again, "Are you the driver?"

Old Guo was stunned, and then said fiercely: "If I were the driver, I would have killed you a long time ago!"

No way... Zhang Xian felt as if he was sitting in the passenger seat with the gray-haired driver next to him.There was still a wobbly little yellow duck stuck to the dashboard of that car...

The headache started to hurt again, and it didn't take long. After the picture in his mind seemed to be erased by an eraser, there was no trace at all.

Zhang Xian didn't notice it:

"That's a pity. You have two choices now. One is that I will knock you unconscious. From now on, you can't find me. You can only go to the police station to guard the murderer every day. The other is to follow me to find clues about the murderer and arrest him." Live with the person who really harmed your son."

Zhang Xian stared at Lao Guo with dark eyes, unaware that when he was speaking, although he did not have a straight face, he was not angry, and there was an indescribable intimidating aura in his body.

Indifferent, majestic, cruel.

It's not like a law-abiding citizen who goes to bed early and gets up early, drinks wolfberry tea, and soaks his feet before going to bed.

Old Guo shrank his neck.Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.His fanaticism just now has passed, and now he looks very haggard, and he has aged a lot in an instant:

"I... I will follow you and see how you prove it!"

"Let's go and find Tang Changyue."

Ever since Zhang Xian noticed that something was wrong, he couldn't help feeling that he "can't follow the rules".

Especially when he was at the police station, he even forgot that Tang Changyue might have seen the murderer.For Zhang Xian, forgetting such an important clue would only happen if he was demented.

If it is said that dementia and forgetfulness are his own problems, but based on his relationship with Tang Changyue, Tang Changyue will definitely come to him when he is at the police station.

But why didn't Tang Changyue show up?

When the sky was getting brighter, Zhang Xian and Lao Guo came to Tang Changyue's house.

Tang Changyue's residence is far away from TIMEBAR, almost in the east and west of the city.It was a high-rise neighborhood.Highlights, there is an elevator, and Zhang Xian is very friendly.

"Dangdangdang."

Zhang Xian knocked on the door of room 2307: "Chang Yue, are you there?"

"Who is it, come here now."

He heard footsteps approaching in a hurry, a figure flashed through the cat's eye, and then the door lock turned and clicked open.

A middle-aged lady wearing home clothes and wearing a bun was standing in the door. She was petite and seemed to hide the marks of time. She had heavy makeup on her face, but she had a good temperament, which made her feel good. .

She wears two plain gold rings on her hands all the year round, which complement her slender and white hands, with a bit of artistic elegance. She is just holding a large handful of colorful plastic bags, so she looks very down-to-earth.

"Xiao Zhang?" She showed a surprised look, "Come here so early - what's wrong with you?"

She is Tang Changyue's mother, Tian Lingrong, who knew Zhang Xian. When she saw blood on Zhang Xian, she was startled: "Come in, take off your clothes, and I'll get you a new one."

Here it comes again, the sense of disobedience comes again, it's really weird.

"Aunt Tian." Zhang Xian suppressed the disobedience and greeted, "Is Changyue back?"

"No, isn't he on the night shift?" Tian Lingrong said, and invited Zhang Xian in sideways. When she saw Lao Guo, she hesitated: "This is?"

"Both he and I have something to ask Changyue." Zhang Xian passed vaguely.

"Have you called him yet?"

"Shut down."

"That's it...how about you wait here, he'll be back at nine o'clock." Tian Lingrong glanced at the wall clock in the living room, replied while putting the plastic bags into the cloth schoolbag hanging behind the door.

Zhang Xian saw her posture, it was the rhythm of going to the morning market to grab fresh vegetables later, and she was very environmentally friendly.

"No, no, no—does Changyue often work the night shift?"

"There must be about ten times a month."

That's weird.

As far as Zhang Xian knew, Tang Changyue's night shift schedule was almost zero. Why did Tian Lingrong say that he worked ten times a month?

It's fine to keep it from myself, but what are you doing behind Tian Lingrong's back?

Instead of going to the police station, I made an appointment with myself in a bar far away from home, and... Zhang Xian suddenly thought of the big bag in Tang Changyue's hand when he came out of the alley.

"It won't have anything to do with him..."

"What clues does he have?" Seeing Zhang Xian pondering, Lao Guo immediately asked bluntly.

Zhang Xian didn't want to tell Lao Guo his guess before the final conclusion was made.

Tang Changyue couldn't get in touch at this time, maybe he was helping the murderer hide, he had to find him as soon as possible.

Tian Lingrong went to Tang Changyue's room to take out a new set of clothes, and urged Zhang Xian to change into them.

Lao Guo sat down on the sofa and looked around, Tian Lingrong brought out two cups of tea to entertain the guests, and handed them to Lao Guo himself.

Lao Guo took the tea, drank it in one gulp, and leaned back.

He was also tired, holding on with one breath.

Leaning on it like this, Lao Guo felt that his buttocks were tight. He reached out and touched it. It was a mobile phone, and he put it on the coffee table.

Zhang Xian just finished changing his clothes, when he looked down at the wine-red phone case: "This is Changyue's."

"Huh? That's right, why didn't this kid bring his mobile phone with him, so he forgot everything." Tian Lingrong said helplessly, shook his head, picked up the mobile phone, and put it into Tang Changyue's room.

Zhang Xian narrowed his eyes.

When Tian Lingrong was storing the phone, he accidentally touched the button, and the screen of the phone turned on.

And he called Tang Changyue half an hour ago, but the phone was still turned off.

He had to find an excuse to look at the phone, maybe he could find some clues.After all, Tang Changyue had just educated him about the power of mobile phones not long ago.

But he couldn't ask Tian Lingrong for the phone directly, after all, Tian Lingrong treated him so well, he shouldn't express doubts about Tang Changyue.

Besides, ever since he knocked on the door, he had a vague sense of disobedience, which made him involuntarily vigilant.

The sixth sense had saved him more than once during his mission, and Zhang Xian chose to believe in his own feelings.

Alas, if his skills are still sharp, he can take out his mobile phone while Tang Changyue is in the kitchen.

It would be great if I could recover, no matter what...

"—No, I don't want to!"

Zhang Xian yelled in his head.

He grabbed Lao Guo violently and said in a low voice, "You will never find the murderer."

When Lao Guo heard this, his red and swollen eyes suddenly became redder.

"You fucking say it again!"

"I said you'll never find the murderer!"

Lao Guo was angry, and pushed with both hands, Zhang Xian staggered back, one was unsteady, the two fell into a ball, rolled into Tang Changyue's room, and started fighting.

Amidst Tian Lingrong's exclamation, Zhang Xian apologized, while struggling to get Lao Guo out of the unit door.

"Stop calling, the phone is here."

The author has something to say: Should the suspenseful reasoning essay be suspenseful and reasoning...?

So let's guess who the murderer is [cross out], let's guess which chapter Gongshou met in!

The time limit is one week, ending at 26:24 on the [-]th.

Guess the red envelope~