ghost head legend

"What kind of character is Jiang Dong? How can he not see that Scar's mouth is not right? If he couldn't even see this, Zhao Heihu would not trust him so much and let him sit in the second place of the Tiger Gang. Under one person, ten thousand above people.

"Jiang Dong looked at Scar's performance there, just smiled and said: In this world, everyone who leaves is alive, and you are the same. After I leave, the gang will be handed over to you. And remember my words, you If you want to enjoy the rest of your life well, the day Brother Hu comes back, you have to leave here and never come back.

"After speaking, Jiang Dong patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out, disappearing into the night.

"City Public Security Bureau, Ouyang Zhen looked at Xing Fei who came back and asked: How is it? Are there any clues at the scene?

"Xing Feidao: No, I just saw that bodyguard was blown to pieces and died a miserable death.

"Ouyang Zhen held the tea-stained painting and said bitterly: There is another half an hour left, it seems that this person is also dead. I don't know if it was the murderer or me who killed him.

"Liu Li looked at the haggard Ouyang Zhen and said: Chief, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. If they didn't do so many bad things and offended people who shouldn't be offended, how could we be here today.

"Ouyang Zhen didn't say anything after hearing what he said, but just sighed helplessly.

"Time passed bit by bit, Ouyang Zhen touched the painting with his hands boredly, waiting for the time to come before collecting the corpse.

"Suddenly, Ouyang Zhen's fingers felt that something was wrong with the painting. He picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, but he didn't see anything. Then he touched it with his hands, and the feeling was transmitted to his brain through his fingers.

"Ouyang Zhen knew that the secret was here, and he was thinking hard about what was going on. Suddenly his eyes lit up, he picked up the teacup in front of Xing Fei, and poured the tea on the painting.

"Everyone was wondering what the director was doing, and before anyone could ask, they saw a little white on the place that had been washed by the tea.

"Ouyang Zhen excitedly ordered a policeman to fetch a basin of water, and after a while the policeman brought the water, Ouyang Zhen held both sides of the painting with his hands, dipped the painting into the water, and shook it slowly.

"A surprising thing happened. The entire drawing paper was stained black with ink, and only a few words, Xijiao Machinery Factory, were exposed in the middle.

"Everyone is thinking about the same question, what's going on, why the writing appears when the painting is soaked in water.

"Ouyang Zhen looked at his watch with a wry smile: It's late again. I didn't expect that I have been a policeman for so many years. This is the first time that a criminal has played around with me and made me feel so powerless. This is also the first time. Once made me feel frustrated.

"Xing Fei asked: What's going on, Director?

"Ouyang Zhen said: These characters are written with wax oil. Because the wax oil is very smooth, the ink covers it. Once it is stained with water, the ink will recede on the wax, and the places where there is no wax oil will be covered with ink. Dye it black, then you will see the words written in wax oil.

"Looking at the painting, Xing Fei was stunned for a while and said: Genius is not terrible, what is terrible is a genius like a madman. Damn, he can even think of it.

"When Xing Fei said this, he seemed to have thought of something: the chief murderer locked the first two people in the abandoned factories on the east and west sides respectively, would he lock the last one in the south or north.