nursery rhymes

Chapter 10 Dark Night
It takes three days for people who are under pressure to understand how short these 72 hours are.

I squatted in the toilet with the case file, put on eye drops and watched the surveillance, and typed on the keyboard with a bun in my mouth to restore the data on my mobile phone.

Everyone in the police station, including Zhuge Yang, looked like the bamboo eater in the zoo.Even the director's two thick sausage mouths had a circle of blisters.

The evidence chain of the murder case is still incomplete, and the identity of the murderer is still confusing.The only progress is that the second team found the latest clues about the missing boy Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang did not fall into the sea, but was deliberately taken away and hidden.

The boy's disappearance case has been fermenting for so long and has been implicated in a murder case. They are also worried about what the person who took Jiang Jiang will do next.

Zhuge Yang knew that his colleagues in the second team would track down the suspect who stole the boy as soon as possible, and the latest information would be announced only after he is captured.By then, the rumors on the Internet will be self-defeating and disappear.

So what he has to do is to find the key points to solve the murder case.

The friendship, colleague relationship, and family relationship between the victim Feng Yaozhong and Fu Mingyang were all investigated over and over again.Zhuge Yang also tried to find Heya sisters twice, but both times failed.

Heya's behavior became more and more indifferent every time, while sister and Zhi either kept silent or expressed unhesitatingly that Fu Mingyang was dead.

Why was it just right for Fu Mingyang to die?

No matter how much more, Zhuge Yang couldn't ask a single question.

If Zhuge Yang told them that it is every citizen's duty to cooperate with the police in handling cases.Sister Heya will express sincerely: We are cooperating.

On the evening of April 2020, 4, the lively scene in Beidaihe was comparable to the Chinese New Year, Lantern Festival, and Oktoberfest.

The largest conference room in the police station was packed with people sitting and standing.Whether they are being compiled or not, everything is in place, and it has never been so neat.

There were two hands propped up on the table in the center. The director had a murderous look on his face, and a circle of dark red blisters around his mouth was particularly conspicuous.He glanced at almost everyone's face.

All the people sitting were downcast, and all the people standing were shaky.

The director looked around and sighed heavily. "I don't care if you are so tired that you want to collapse, or you are so sleepy that you want to lie down, cheer me up!"

Everyone sit up straight and stand tall.

Zhuge Yang glared fiercely, and in his eyes, the pot of green radish with yellow leaves on the conference table turned into a pot again.

"Do you understand what tonight means?"

The sluggish and uneven reply was like the damp firecrackers bought during the New Year: "I understand, I understand."

All members of the police department were asked to go out on patrol to ensure that the murderer would not take advantage of the situation tonight.But before setting off, everyone must go to the bathroom to wash their faces.

The director's original words were that he and the receptionist Xiao Li would stay behind, while everyone else would go out on patrol.There is always that person who has weak ears and a quick mouth to ask more questions.

"Director, can I use it? I haven't finished the work at hand yet."

Zhuge Yang was lagging behind. When Gibbon from the technical department asked, he kindly dragged him away.

Gibbon's real name is Yuan Shang. He got his nickname because of his long arms and legs.

He was responsible for restoring the data on the phone. He had restored the deleted software and chat content on Fu Mingyang's phone yesterday.Yixin stretched his waist happily, knocked over the water glass on the table, and a series of black screens appeared on the computer and mobile phone.

Not to mention the director, Zhuge Yang already wanted to kill him.

The bureau did not have enough police cars, so it also requisitioned several private cars belonging to the police officers' families.One car after another drove out of the police station and drove to the deployed position.

Zhuge Yang and Xiao Jiang were divided into a group and patrolled near Haining Road Primary School.He drove his own black Hyundai, and the interior of the car was simply not even decorated with any seat cushions.

Xiaojiang sat in the passenger seat, first adjusted the angle of the backrest, and then fastened his seat belt.As I leaned my head back, I muttered that it would be nice to have a neck pillow.Come out of the police station, exit Lianfeng North Road and enter Haining Road.Beside the bushes on the roadside, at the corners between vehicles, under walls, and in any hidden corner, you can see short video bloggers holding selfie sticks.

"Aren't they afraid that they will be next?" Xiao Jiang irritably brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead.

Zhuge Yang turned around and finally got the car stuck halfway on the curb and stopped on the sidewalk.All parking spaces are occupied.

"They have live broadcast equipment in their hands. The murderer will not find this trouble. In fact, we can think about it in another direction. These bloggers are hiding in dark corners and are making arrangements for us in disguise. Look." Zhuge Yang pointed. Refers to brightly lit shops and residential buildings.

Xiao Jiang looked in the direction of his finger.

"Everyone is waiting for the results tonight. Some people are excited and looking forward to it, some people are uneasy, and most of them are curious and waiting. I guess the murderer won't strike today."

Xiaojiang nodded in agreement, and finally set his sights on a Teppanyaki stall.

When the stomach that hadn't eaten dinner saw the sizzling squid plate being rubbed against the iron plate, it grumbled in protest.

In fact, Zhuge Yang was also hungry and kept holding his stomach in to endure it.

He glanced sideways at Xiao Jiang, whose face was particularly crystal clear and gentle under the street lamp, and twitched his chin: "Let's go, I'll treat you."

The two of them were not greedy. They ordered two squid slabs and two ham sausages, and finished them in two or three bites while patrolling along the roadside.

I didn't go far when I met a couple anchors.

They squatted in the gap between the parking spaces on the roadside, the man holding a selfie stick, and the woman holding bread and mineral water.

If Zhuge Yang and Xiao Jiang pass by on the sidewalk, they will inevitably appear in each other's live broadcast.So the two stopped and walked around the middle of the road.

During this period, I heard the couple keep shouting into their mobile phones: "Family members, come and pay attention to the anchor. There are still 57 people left to break [-] yuan. Family members, use your little hands to make money. Let's squat down. It’s not easy.”

Zhuge Yang walked around and glanced at the couple again. The wife was chewing bread in her mouth and holding a mineral water bottle in her hand to feed her husband water.

He suddenly remembered that all the clothes his master wore were neat and neat. When his wife returned his clothes that day, they were neatly folded.

There is also the master's private car. The car has a mat in the summer and a velvet cushion with a bear pattern in the winter.There is a swaying robot cat stuck to the front of the car, and a gray velvet neck pillow is on the backrest.

The mistress has a poor memory and always forgets to bring her keys. After the master scolds her, he still asks what to eat for dinner.The master doesn't understand romance, but he will buy a roasted durian for his wife after his salary is paid every month.

Zhuge Yang suddenly grabbed the arm of Xiao Jiang who was walking inside.Her arms are so slender that she can hold them in one hand.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiao Jiang first looked down at his arm, and then his eyes fell on Zhuge Yang's shiny face.

Zhuge Yang opened and closed his lips twice but made no sound.

He knew that Xiao Jiang liked him, but he never responded to Xiao Jiang's repeated hints.What is he hesitating about, what is he running away from?

Looking at the small and cute face in front of him, he admitted that he was afraid of missing out.

"Xiao Jiang, I want to say..." "Stop!"

The two spoke almost at the same time, but Xiao Jiang jumped out like a frightened rabbit.

The empty palms were still warm, and there was a harsh sound of brakes coming from the middle of the road.

Almost in an instant, Zhuge Yang turned around, and Xiao Jiang had already rolled four or five times on the asphalt road.

(End of this chapter)