Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

After returning to the house, Lin Xiuyuan was still thinking about the scene he saw not long ago.

At first the little girl took a few steps forward, desperately wanting to get close to him, but when she noticed Jiang Yuming beside him, a trace of fear suddenly appeared on her pale face, and she stood there completely still.

In the yard, Jiang Yide was listening to the radio, which was broadcasting the weather of the last few days and some domestic news. The radio was quite old, with a buzzing noise.

Jiang Yide tuned the signal line of the radio, asking his grandson where he went today, how the university was doing, and whether he spent his brother Xiaoyuan's money...

Jiang Yuming brushed his and Lin Xiuyuan's shoes by the pool, and answered each sentence patiently.

The lights were on in the yard, and the old and the young were chatting, but it was far less lively than before.

Sun Xiaopang went to bed early, and turned off the lights in the house; Shang Wu was not at home, so he went to the bar frequently these days; After the murder, he absconded in fear of crime.

Jiang Yide shook his cattail fan and sighed: "It's really boring. At this time before, a bunch of people came to my house to watch TV, but now they don't want to go out before dark. I'm an old man and watching TV is boring." He raised his hand and cut the channel , Turning to an opera program, he also hummed in a low voice.

After Jiang Yuming finished brushing his shoes, he lit mosquito coils to repel mosquitoes: "You should also go to bed earlier."

The old man shook his head: "When I'm old, I don't feel much. I just want to talk to people, play chess, mahjong, and can't fall asleep..."

Jiang Yuming glanced at him, put the shoes away and went back to the east room.

Lin Xiuyuan was using his computer to check things, concentrating on it.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Jiang Yuming leaned over and kissed his face forcefully.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at him immediately.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll play chess with grandpa in the yard, don't close the doors and windows."

"...Okay." Lin Xiuyuan was in a daze, looking down at the post on the computer screen.

A few seconds later, seeing that the people on the side hadn't left, he looked up again.

Jiang Yuming looked at him: "Why don't you kiss me?"

"You're waiting for this?"

"..."

Lin Xiuyuan raised her head and kissed his lower lip. Seeing the other party's satisfied expression, she couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch his ear.

Jiang Yuming's ears were burning, he hugged him hard and then he opened the door contentedly and went out.

All the doors and windows of the houses in the Hutong have curtains. In summer, open the doors to let in the wind and prevent mosquitoes from entering.

Lin Xiuyuan has been sitting in the house, and indeed no mosquito bites him.

Even so, Jiang Yuming, who was bitten by a mosquito while playing chess in the yard over there, ran over immediately, lit a piece of mosquito coil by his door, and patted the mosquito on his leg before continuing to play chess.

Lin Xiuyuan has been browsing the missing person forum mentioned by Jiang Yuming, so he raised his head and looked out of the window for a while when his eyes felt uncomfortable.

The voice on the tape recorder outside was quite low. An old man and a young man were sitting under a tree on a scale, one was smiling and shaking a cattail fan, the other was thinking hard with his chin resting on one hand, the situation of the battle was deadlocked.

The old man looked very happy, and he pointed to the chessboard and explained to his grandson for a while, but he became sad after a while.

When the old man was thinking about where to settle down, Jiang Yuming easily leaned back and looked at the window of the east room.

Lin Xiuyuan was sitting in front of the window, and that position has not changed.

Occasionally, the two people's eyes would meet, and Jiang Yuming would turn his eyes away immediately, but his fighting spirit became very high afterwards, and he ate a few eggs in a row, so anxious that his grandfather kept fanning wildly.

Lin Xiuyuan smiled.

The sound of the fan in the room is a bit muffled.

He looked at the watch on his wrist, it was ten past nine at night.

Usually everyone's routine basically goes to bed at this point.

Jiang Yide's humming voice came from outside: "I don't care, let's make the last move."

"How much do you want to win?"

"...Don't be too crazy, kid!"

……

Lin Xiuyuan looked at the computer screen again, and continued to focus on finding the content in the forum.

It is the largest missing person forum in China, but as Jiang Yuming said, the Internet has not been popularized in the past few years, and the users are not active. The latest post was more than a month ago. It is more reliable and practical to spread through the Internet, television stations, radio stations, and various newspapers and publications.

The fewer posts, the quicker the screening.

Lin Xiuyuan searched for keywords according to the approximate age of the little girl in his impression, the style and year of the skirt on her body, and other characteristics.

After the grandpa and grandson played chess in the yard, he failed to find out any relevant or consistent information.

But if you don't use the Internet to search for all the past newspapers, periodicals and TV broadcasts in the past few years, not to mention the difficulty of the latter, the amount of light engineering will be too large.

Jiang Yuming came over after sending the old man back to the house to rest.

He saw that Lin Xiuyuan was still looking at the computer, and didn't bother him, just beating mosquitoes on the side.

There weren't many mosquitoes in the room, but there happened to be one buzzing right in front of his eyes, and he slapped it to death.

Lin Xiuyuan glanced at it, and it was exactly the same as in the previous world.

Jiang Yuming washed his hands and came over to sit beside him, still not disturbing him, he lowered his head and silently checked the young man's arms and legs, looking for mosquito bags.

Lin Xiuyuan was wearing a loose and cool vest and shorts, and the exposed skin was flawless. He raised one leg and pressed it directly on the opponent's thigh: "Don't look for it, there is no bag."

Jiang Yuming put his arms around his leg, looked at his own, and didn't let go of the hug: "Brother Xiaoyuan, you are so white."

Lin Xiuyuan glanced at him.

Jiang Yuming often plays sports outside, and he often basks in the sun. His skin is healthy and has a sexy tan color. At this time, he is hugging his leg and resting on his shoulder, looking at him patiently with his eyelashes down.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at him, and couldn't help but squeezed towards him: "What's so interesting?"

Jiang Yuming took advantage of the situation and hugged him whole body: "It's so white."

Immediately, he was made a little ashamed by his expression: "I hide in the office every day and cover my whites... I like you like this now."

After being a living person in several worlds, Lin Xiuyuan's previous aesthetics of the ghost world is not as heavy as it was at the beginning. He is now obsessed with this vigorous and healthy vitality, hugging Jiang Yuming's hot neck tightly, all the weight on his body Almost all on the other side.

Jiang Yuming became excited again and kept kissing his neck.

For the first time, he felt that his life was blessed, and he had never been so happy that he was going to faint like this moment.

The computer beeps and the system is running out of power.

Returning to his senses, Jiang Yuming glanced over.

The forum on the screen can be seen at a glance, and there is also a search history about the characteristics of the little girl in the red dress under the search box.

Jiang Yuming knew what he was doing, so he didn't ask any further questions. He reached over and turned off the computer, hugged him and shook slightly: "Go to sleep, I'll help you find it tomorrow."

"...how did you find it? Go find a needle in a haystack alone?"

"I have many classmates and alumni, I can ask someone to help." His tone was a little sullen, "You trust me."

"It's not that I don't believe you..." Lin Xiuyuan was about to continue, but suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

"You just said you needed help?"

"Um……"

Before Jiang Yuming could continue talking, Lin Xiuyuan got up quickly, quickly plugged in the computer and restarted it.

The screen turned on slowly, and the blue light shone on the young man's smiling face.

"Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Thanks to you, I know how to do it!"

Jiang Yuming was stunned for a second, then closed his eyes, looking at him quietly with dark pupils.

In just a few minutes, he watched Lin Xiuyuan's fingers typing on the keyboard quickly, and not long after, he posted a post on the tracing forum.

The subject was a post offering a bounty to find the parents of the little girl.

In the post, the approximate age of the little girl and all the features such as height and appearance were written, especially the red dress, which was written in great detail.

The content is to imitate the tone of an elite person, saying that he dropped a very important document on the side of the Bodhisattva Temple Alley, and was picked up by this little girl at that time and called to return it in time. After finishing a big business, I want to go back to be grateful, but I asked all the people in the alley, and they all said that there is no such child. I thought it might be someone's child playing here or visiting relatives, so I posted this post to find someone.It is also explained later that in order to prevent the parents from worrying that he has evil intentions, he does not need to meet the little girl in person, as long as he has the relevant family photo and account book to prove that he is the family member of the little girl, and the gratitude money will be transferred to the parent's account at that time. The amount is enough for all the expenses of the child in the next ten years or so.

Lin Xiuyuan said: "You grew up here, and even you are unfamiliar with that little girl. There is a high probability that she was lost or trafficked or even discarded here. If she was lost or trafficked, the parents will definitely Looking around, if you have access to the Internet, you will definitely ask for help on this largest people-hunting forum in China. After all, there are not many channels for finding people. If the little girl’s family members just don’t have access to the Internet, then this post It will also go nowhere, and it is easy to identify the liar, because we did not post the photo, the liar does not know the little girl's appearance, and the photo will definitely not match. It does not affect us to continue to find relevant information through other channels; but we can send it to the little girl. The person who has a photo with the girl, whether it is a family member or not, is a clue person! And if the little girl is abandoned by the family, even if they have access to the Internet, they will not look for people here, but if such a person sees this post, The possibility of finding it for money is far faster than our way of finding a needle in a haystack." He turned off the computer, then looked at Jiang Yuming who was staring at him, "It is the fastest way to let the target find you."

Where is Bai Li, where is Chen Gang, is there a secret between Shang Wu and Sun Xiaopang's mother and son?

What is their connection to the little girl?

It is better to find out the relevant family members of the little girl directly.

……

At night, ten o'clock sharp.

At the exit of the Bodhisattva Temple Alley, a pile of flames swirled on the ground.

Shang Wu had a cigarette in his mouth. After burning the paper money, he took out the pile of recently written manuscripts in his arms, and threw them all in without paying attention.

The fire rushed upwards rapidly, and the fire shone on the somewhat numb face of the middle-aged man.

There were a few vans passing by on the road. Most of the drivers knew that there was a murder here, and they were already cautious when traveling at night. When they suddenly saw someone burning paper here in the middle of the night, they were frightened and sped up.

A weak wind blows over, fueling the firepower to lick the paper faster.

After a while, the paper money and manuscripts were all burned to ashes, leaving only sporadic fire points.

There was a rustling sound from behind.

Shang Wu was stunned, and slowly looked back.

Nothing at all.

He still maintained that posture and watched until about ten minutes later, his neck was sore, so he had to rub his neck and turn around.

The weird voice sounded again.

Shang Wu took out a second-hand Walkman that he bought yesterday, pulled out the earphones, and directly pressed the play button.

The melody sounded, it was a nursery rhyme with average singing skills - a few songs from Bai Li's nursery rhyme album that he went to the Internet cafe to record in the afternoon.

The singer sang lazily, showing off his singing skills a few times, but it seemed that the whole song was nondescript and ugly.

Shang Wu pursed his lips, and lay down casually by the fire.

The Walkman continued to sing nursery rhymes beside her.

The weird rustle sounded again, and when the song changed to the next song, the rustle turned into a light thump.

It was like the sound of a child's heels stepping on the ground in those round-toed leather shoes.

Dengdengdeng-

Quiet all around.

There is no moon in the sky tonight.

Shang Wu closed his eyes in the darkness, holding in his hand a letter from home that he had written for several days, which was left to his wife and children far away.

The sound of little leather shoes stomping on the ground approached.

After a while, a cold hand took him.

"Have you seen my parents?"

"No, you fucking kill me quickly!"

……

Lin Xiuyuan got up very early, and he didn't have to go to work on Sunday. He and Jiang Yuming had breakfast and went out with the computer, planning to go to all the newsstands in the vicinity to buy newspapers that could register missing persons notices.

It was windy today, and it looked like it was going to rain. They felt the drizzle before they left the alley, so they went back quickly to get their umbrellas.

When he came out again, he ran into Shang Wu who came back in a mess.

The middle-aged man had a stubble on his chin, a lot of dust on his clothes, and his face was dirty with sweat mixed with dust.

Lin Xiuyuan's first reaction was that he had a fight with someone in the bar, but he denied this idea a second later.

Shang Wu didn't smell of alcohol at all, but the smell of cigarettes was very strong. Apart from being sloppy and unsightly, he didn't have any wounds from the fight from the beginning to the end.

"you……"

Before he could speak, Shang Wu rushed in hastily.

Lin Xiu instinctively looked back.

The man didn't even open the door, he directly pushed open the open window of his room, reached in and took out a pen and paper, and then he lay down on the window sill and wrote something, looking very anxious.

After a muffled thunder, it began to rain outside.

Jiang Yuming frowned as he watched the violent storm, fearing that his boyfriend would catch a cold, he swiftly put away his umbrella: "Go out after the rain stops."

Lin Xiuyuan nodded.

They walked along the corridor under the eaves to the east room, and passed by Shang Wu's room. The other party was so focused that he couldn't hear or see anything, and he was still leaning on the window sill and writing quickly.

The white paper is completely unobstructed, and when passing by, the content can be seen at a glance.

The scrawled handwriting is writing a short story of reasoning and interaction:

Killer

Author: Shang Wu

In a certain country, there is a killer who kills people like hemp and never misses. This killer has a cruel personality, often dislikes people, and cuts off people's heads without reason. Therefore, everyone is afraid of him. In order not to cause trouble, they try their best to avoid him. Bypass.

One day, the killer met a man who wanted to die.

This person fits all the aspects he hates very well, and the killer felt even more displeased when he saw it. When he was drawing his sword to face each other, the other party suddenly said: "I know you have good intentions, don't save me."

Then, the killer really didn't kill him.

I would like to ask: Why didn't the killer kill him?

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone!However, I overestimated my speed yesterday, and it’s too late now. Jiageng will definitely stay up all night. I have more energy than energy, and I can’t stand my body recently. Go to bed early for sustainable development!But Gaggen will be moved to tomorrow!It’s not long before the end of this world. If I have the energy these days, I will try my best to make more updates. Thank you for your support, thank you for your likes! ! !

Shang Wu's identity is quite special, so I won't spoil it, everyone can guess... Actually, I don't think it's scary, but I still touch all the scared Baozi Mao, touch Mao, good night~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep-water torpedo: 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：哎咿呀20瓶；居里16瓶；是降灾不是降灾13瓶；亲亲宝贝朱朱10瓶；吴邪5瓶；小杨睡着了、楼台、LU1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!