The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 23 Reconstructing the Crime Scene
Song Zhen was immersed in her own world, turning a deaf ear to Ji Qian's words.I saw him striding directly from the door opening towards the house, and then began to look around along the wall.

Ji Qian and Xiaolou didn't know why, so they were about to enter the house after him.

Song Zhen, however, seemed to have eyes behind her back, turned around and stretched out her hand, her palm was directed at the two of them, it goes without saying that it meant don't come in.

Ji Qian and Xiaolou's raised feet were hanging in the air, they looked at each other, and finally retracted, separated by the seam of the door on the ground, they stood neatly like elementary school students, staring at each other eagerly. Song Zhen in the house.

"Sister, can you see anything?"

Seeing Song Zhen bent over and patrolling along the wall bit by bit, looking mysterious, Xiaolou couldn't help asking.

"When I develop a tacit understanding with him, I will probably know, alas." Ji Qian sighed.

Xiaolou turned her head in surprise, "Sister, why are you so thick-skinned?"

"Is there?" Ji Qian raised her eyebrows, "Thank you for the compliment, I'm going to carry it forward."

At this moment, Xiaolou just wanted to pretend not to know her, because that self-deprecating Ji Da female nerves were on the line again.

Seeing Xiaolou's expression, Ji Qian couldn't help being a little funny. In fact, she just didn't want the atmosphere to be so depressing. After all, Xiaolou is so timid. It's better for him to complain about himself than to be scared and hug him tightly. Did she drag people here by force?She has to be responsible for his young, immature heart, isn't she?

However, in fact, she is also a little scared...

Standing here at the door opening, the hallway wind blows, as if someone is crying, and the weather is still a bit gloomy, the wind and rain outside, the power outage and the light inside are dim, it is a bit penetrating for a while.

Ji Qian shivered suddenly, feeling the hairs all over her body stand on end.

In order to divert her thoughts, she had no choice but to stare at Song Zhen with all her attention.

At this time, Song Zhen had already walked to the corridor from the living room to the bedroom diagonally opposite them.

The coffee table was inserted obliquely into the entrance of the corridor, blocking the left side of the passage, leaving only a small gap on the right that happened to pass through.

Along the coffee table, there are some messy things scattered around: alarm clock, tissue paper, vase, fruit treasure, set-top box... All kinds of small objects are dazzling, broken, deformed, missing corners, and some can't even be seen. Prototype it.In addition, there was an overturned trash can.

Song Zhen glanced around, then walked towards the trash can, he took out the plastic bag stuck in the trash can, and spread it on the ground.

The garbage is very simple, except for a few handfuls of edamame, a bunch of chopped apple peels and a core, nothing else.

Looking at the floor again, there are some turquoise marks on the floor, as if the beans were crushed.The traces are not obvious, it seems to have been wiped by someone.

Song Zhen got up immediately and walked straight to the kitchen. The kitchen was also a mess. The jars of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were poured all over the countertop, and the salted fish was blown off by the wind.He swept his eyes, didn't see what he was looking for, opened the refrigerator again, and there was nothing, then returned to the living room, took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the garbage, and then took pictures of the entire living room.

Then, he squeezed in through the gap on the right side of the coffee table and walked into the corridor.A broom was lying on the floor in the corridor, and the aluminum alloy pole had long been bent.

The entire coffee table is like a trench, blocking all the things that want to "invade" outside.

After Song Zhen looked around, he squatted down, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to observe the wall and the coffee table. He picked up a green bean under the coffee table.

Holding the beans in his hands, he stood up, looked around, and then closed his eyes.

"Sister, what is he doing?"

"Hush." ​​Ji Qian hurriedly silenced Xiaolou.

The wind blew past, blowing Song Zhen's clothes, making sharp arcs in the air.With the movement of pushing the beans, he seemed to have entered a meditation space, wandering thousands of miles.

If he could enter Song Zhen's mind at this moment, he would see the old man's messy home in his mind, and the messy furniture began to quickly recede and return to their place along the traces he observed!Then there are traces of people and dogs in the picture.

As if in a silent scene, the old man and his daughter-in-law are hiding in the corridor, the injured dog is lying at their feet, objects are constantly being thrown by the typhoon, and the daughter-in-law is waving a broom to keep shooting down those things.

Suddenly, the coffee table was also lifted, as if being pushed forward by an invisible big hand, moving towards them at an ever-increasing speed!With a bang, the coffee table got stuck in the aisle, and stopped in front of the woman and the old man at the nick of time. The dog jumped up all of a sudden, but rubbed its head against the wall.

Song Zhen opened his eyes abruptly, and then walked towards Ji Qian and the others.

Ji Qian looked at him eagerly, and finally couldn't help asking: "Did you find anything?"

Meeting her "thirsty for knowledge" gaze, Song Zhen's deep eyes flashed with determination: "I think, I know where the evidence is hidden."

"Hey, what are you doing!"

With a loud roar, Ji Qian and Xiao Lou, who were so frightened that they were fully concentrated, suddenly lost their minds.

Song Zhen looked up, and over Ji Qian's head, he saw a tall man with an unhappy expression, walking towards them from the courtyard gate in a hurry.

The man was well-dressed, with gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, a purple-gold tie and black trousers, and the shiny leather shoes under his feet, even if he walked through the mud, they were only a little dirty.At the same time, another man in a black suit followed behind him.

"What are you doing at my house!" The man came up to the three of them in two or three steps, and his aggressive appearance made Ji Qian and Xiao Lou nervous and didn't know how to answer.

"Are you Tan Yunxiang's son?" Song Zhen asked calmly, keeping Ji Qian behind him.

Seeing Song Zhen, especially the beard on his face, the man frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Song Zhen, your mother's neighbor."

"Neighbors? What are you doing at my house?" The man still looked suspiciously at the three of them, and then shouted into the room: "Mom, Mom! Qiuyan!"

The man was Su Tao, the son of the deceased Tan Yunxiang.

While shouting, he tore open the small building blocking the door, and then walked quickly towards the house.

Xiao Lou staggered a few steps from being pulled, and fell on the man who came with Su Tao outside the door. He lifted and pushed him with one hand, and he was about to fall to the ground before he could react.

Seeing that he was about to have a close contact with the ground, Song Zhen grabbed him in time.

Xiaolou, who was still in shock, managed to stand still, and cast a grateful look at Song Zhen. He looked at the man who pushed him just now, and saw that he happened to be blocking the passage like a door panel, with a serious expression on his face. And cold.

The attitude of "one man guards the gate, ten thousand men don't open it" seemed to intercept them here as burglars or outlaws.

Most importantly, he actually called the police.

"To the police officer, three unknown people broke into the house on the first floor of Area A of Lanshan View Taoyuan Garden."

"Hey you!" Xiaolou was so anxious that he was about to defend himself, but who knew that Song Zhen pulled his hand and suddenly withdrew it vigorously, causing him to be so painful that he immediately forgot to speak.

"Let the police come over," Song Zhen said in a low voice.

Xiaolou turned his head and stared at him incredulously, his eyes were bulging like a frog.

　For the part where the male god meditates, you can just treat me as a poor director with fifty cents for special effects... run away.

　　By the way, everyone is so interested in the male god's beard, why don't you guess why you have a beard?There will be rewards for guessing correctly!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)