The most miserable host of Kuai Chuan is none other than me

The snow outside stopped, half a bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver light reflected from the white snow outside the house shone on the black window screens.

"He has the same taste as you." Jiang Ge slightly raised the flashlight in his hand, and white smoke overflowed from his mouth.

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Well, I also like black window screens."

Footprints are a mess in the living room, and a line of men in SWAT uniforms scour the villa for tiny evidence.

A dead body was facing the ground, looking at the peaked cap on the head, Jiang Ge walked over to straighten the body, there was no sign of life.

The short elementary school boy huddled in the corner with a dull expression. Jiang Ge didn't ask him, but stopped at the chandelier in the center of the living room.

"Bastard!" Lu Weiyang flicked the fish's tail angrily, and slammed on the door of the cubicle.

Jiang Ge left him here.

"This... a man in a gas mask stood on the second floor and shouted at them: "There are clues on the bed of Team Zhao. "

Jiang Ge went immediately.

This is a well-lit room, with wide open windows, one can see the dark woods outside the house and the snow that blocks the light.

"It should be beautiful here in spring." Xiao Zhao couldn't help feeling, and put a black plastic bag on the shoes, not wanting to add another footprint to the scene.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Ge held him back, not rushing in.

Tell the person next to him to take Lu Weiyang out.

"Oh yes." The man nodded.

Jiang Ge did not forget to add: "Bring him another cup of hot water."

- Everything is fine here.

After receiving the news from Xiao Ya, Jiang Ge put the phone behind the plastic bag, bit it into his mouth, and then adjusted the light of the flashlight.

"Jiang Ge." Lu Weiyang arrived.

Jiang Ge regarded him as a human-shaped police dog: "You first smell the smell in this room."

Lu Weiyang's sense of smell is different from ordinary people, as long as it is an unpleasant fragrance, he can't escape his nose.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Lu Weiyang still sniffed hard: "There is a very gentle fragrance of roses."

"Gentle?" Xiao Zhao also sniffed.

The strong wind squeezed into the house and whistled past their ears.Spinning around in the empty room, Jiang Ge stalked in and saw the clues they were talking about.

Remove gloves and roll up.

"Here, here, there is a row of numbers." Xiao Zhao pointed excitedly, and turned his head to see the same surprise in Lu Weiyang's eyes.

Unable to see clearly, Lu Weiyang squinted his eyes, squeezed his head over Jiang Ge's shoulder, and was even more surprised when he saw the row of numbers.

Jiang Ge was unmoved, his eyes were like ink, calmly reflecting on Lu Weiyang's face.

18114

It's the number on that envelope.

"Take a picture." Xiao Zhao raised the camera and was about to click, but Jiang Ge immediately blocked it with his hand, holding his forehead helplessly.

"This is not a clue, let's go, find Wang Qian and the truth will be revealed." Jiang Ge sighed, and the hanging light swept across the ground lightly.

"Why is it not a clue? It's like this in the movie. The perverted murderer arrogantly left clues for..."

"This row of numbers represents Zhang Ran." Jiang Ge interrupted him, "This is Fu Heng's villa, and he only comes here every year for his birthday."

What exactly do you want to express?I don't understand Lu Weiyang's face, but a young master like Fu Heng wants to kill someone.

Won't get your hands dirty.

Jiang Ge touched his ignorant head tenderly: "He just likes Zhang Ran, and he doesn't know how to express it."

I like it, Zhang Ran.

Lu Weiyang was shocked.

Looking at the anxiety in Jiang Ge's eyes, Lu Weiyang didn't say that he didn't believe it, and the comfort ended everywhere.