Reborn as a handsome young master

Cheng Yanxiao drank the milk, curled up on the head of the bed and continued to study Luke's Facebook photos.

He repeatedly zoomed in and out of the detailed photos of the corpses that glowed pale and cold. The photos of the five deceased were all saved by Cheng Yanxiao, and they were lined up with the time of death using software.

Luke seems to be particularly loyal to the strangle marks of the deceased. There are recent photos of the necks of the five deceased, which is also convenient for Cheng Yanxiao to compare.

Enlarge the picture and cut out the texture, Cheng Yanxiao stacked them together and found that they are exactly the same!

This is a trace similar to overlapping fish scales.Many braided ropes can achieve this kind of texture, but the size and thickness are almost the same, which means that the murderer probably kept the murder weapon from the first time he committed the crime, and has been using it until now?

This is obviously a nostalgic and arrogant serial killer.

He used the same weapon from beginning to end, committing crimes many times will definitely leave more and more evidence, but the police still can't catch him with so much evidence.I can only watch him continue to harvest his life with the same weapon.

Such a gesture shows that the murderer despises the police psychologically.

Cheng Yanxiao rubbed the bones of his nose. If the unification of crimes is a contempt for the police, what about gouging out the eyes of the deceased?

Is this a 'behavioral marker'?

Cheng Yanxiao feels that he seems to have found the way to the truth, but there are still too many mysteries that he can't solve in a short time.

He squinted slightly and couldn't help yawning.

The yawn seemed to be a sign that his frantically spinning brain was beginning to dull.

He looked at the thin bottom of milk left in a daze.

He felt that his body was in a strange state, soft and light, and the air around him seemed to have turned into the warm texture of milk, which made him squint his eyes comfortably.

More and more drowsiness hit him, Cheng Yanxiao couldn't help shaking his head, and then was pulled into a soft cotton-like dream amidst more turbulent sleepiness.

At six o'clock in the evening, Huo Lang arrived home when he was ready.

Huo Lang looked at the two people who appeared at the door, his eyes were dull to indifferent, and he asked, "Where's Xiaojun?"

He has a beastly sense of territory in his private domain, and even the aunt who cleans the house has strict time rules.If it wasn't for Cheng Yanxiao, he and Jiang Xiaojun were the only ones in his villa everyday.

"Young Master Huo." The two guarding the door swallowed a little under Huo Lang's pressure, "Brother Jiang called us to come and protect Young Master Cheng."

"What time did Xiaojun leave?"

The two looked at each other and replied, "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"You guys go back first." Huo Lang walked upstairs, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Xiaojun's number.

After a long waiting tone on the phone - no one answered.

Huo Lang frowned, and walked quickly to the master bedroom.

Cheng Yan looked like a sleeping prince on the soft big bed.

His breath was long and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Yan Xiao?" Huo Lang called in his ear.

Cheng Yanxiao didn't respond.

This is so weird.Cheng Yanxiao didn't have the habit of taking a nap, and Huo Lang's voice just now was enough to wake up a normal napper from a shallow sleep.But after Huo Lang observed, he found that his breathing was normal and his pulse was steady.Apart from sleeping too deeply, there are no other problems.

In fact, Cheng Yanxiao's state is not like light sleep, he is more like falling into a semi-comatose state.

Huo Lang looked around heavily, and finally fixed on the extra cup beside the bed.

There is still a thin layer of milky white bottom in the cup. It smells nothing abnormal except for the faint sweetness of milk, but there are still a few unmelted white particles in this thin milky white bottom.

There is undoubtedly only one kind of white particles that can appear at home - sedatives - and this is the medicine that Cheng Yanxiao often prepared because of postoperative angina pectoris.

For a lazy kid who likes to eat fruit, it is obviously impossible to pour milk and go upstairs.What's more, there are tranquilizers in it.

This glass of milk was obviously poured to him by Jiang Xiaojun.

He wasn't sure how much Jiang Xiaojun put in the milk, and when no one answered the phone, he could only call Eve.

Eve has been very irritable these two days, I don't know if it's because of the sudden arrival of his fiancée or Jiang Xiaojun's dodging of him.

There was faint irritability in his voice: "What do you want from me?"

"Xiaojun is gone, and no one answered the phone." Huo Lang stroked Cheng Yanxiao's back lightly, and continued after confirming that he had no adverse reactions, "He put a tranquilizer in Yanxiao's milk, do you think he Where are you going?"

A feminine voice came from the other end of the phone, "Eve, whose call is it?"

Huo Lang heard the rubbing sound of Eve's clothes when he got up. He seemed to have left the position just now and came to a quiet place. He said in a very strong voice, "Tranquilizers can't kill people. I don't see what you're talking about." Mean? Is the person not at home or out?"

Huo Lang calmly said: "He is still wearing the necklace you gave him, I know you put a tracker, check it, where is he now?"

Eve seems to have cursed. "You wait, I'll take a look."

After 1 minute, Eve's voice was full of doubts: "Dating partner is displayed in Central Park, which is about ten kilometers away from your home. What is he doing there?"

"Just look at it and see."

Eve clicked his tongue in displeasure, and said in a low voice: "I'm inconvenient now."

"Let me go and have a look." Huo Lang hung up the phone, and looked back at Cheng Yanxiao who was still sleeping.

Cheng Yanxiao is still sleeping, and it is not sure when he will wake up.Huo Lang took a second look, took a coat from the closet, wrapped him up, and carried him downstairs.

The dog park at night is quite lively.But the huge area makes it difficult to find people.

Huo Lang dialed Jiang Xiaojun's phone number again, and there was a faint ringtone along with the wind blowing in the distance.

After Huo Lang opened the sunroof, he turned his head and lightly touched Cheng Yanxiao who was sitting in the co-pilot, and called, "Yanxiao."

Cheng Yanxiao was still in a coma and didn't respond.

Huo Lang kissed him lightly on the top of his hair, helped him pull the button of his coat to the top, and got out of the car.

……

Cheng Yanxiao woke up to the sound of knocking on the window.

He propped his temples uncomfortably, and looked blankly at the place where the sound came from.

……kindness? ?

His expression went blank for a moment.

There was still Huo Lang's woody fragrance in his nose, but Huo Lang was not there, and he also changed from home to the car.

'Bang bang! 'Anxious knocking on the glass came from outside the window again.

Cheng Yanxiao looked through the window—it was a slender figure with familiar features... Ouyang Ting?

He opened the door, a little surprised. "Hello."

"You finally woke up." Ouyang Ting breathed a sigh of relief. "I almost thought you were out of oxygen in there."

Cheng Yanxiao smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, I may have slept too deeply."

"Do you need to get up and take a walk?" Ouyang Ting pointed to the dog park in the distance, "sopa is playing in it, this silly boy seems to like you very much."

"I like it very much, too." Cheng Yanxiao smiled, and his eyes glanced at the rope wrapped around Ouyang Ting's wrist, "Well, the rope in your hand is so special?"