They Are Not Human!

The moment she saw the unfamiliar number, the word "murderer" appeared in Wen Qing's mind.

After reading the text message clearly, his fingers trembled, and a chill crept up his back.

The other party knows that he is not at home.

Did he knock on the door?

Still in the house?

...

Thinking about it, Wen Qing's face turned pale.

The phone vibrated again, and a new message popped up.

【Shouldn't you just stay at home and wait for me during the day? 】

Seeing this line of words, Wen Qing's pupils shrank.

The other party knew that he stayed at home during the day and knew his schedule.

Have you been staring at him somewhere?

Suddenly, a breath came over from the left.

Wen Qing was so frightened that she hurried away, her hands trembled slightly, and her phone fell to the ground with a bang.

Ji Yu turned his head to look over, glanced at Wen Qing's pale face, and retracted his gaze.

Ji Sheng bent down and picked up the phone, put it in Wen Qing's hand, and asked curiously, "Brother, who is it?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and was speechless for a while.

He inevitably imagined that if he hadn't come down today, he would be facing the murderer now.

Ji Sheng stared at Wen Qing, tilted his head, and asked, "Is my cousin coming back?"

"That's just in time for lunch."

Thinking of Xing Ze, Wen Qing regained her senses, and her icy hands barely recovered a touch of temperature.

He responded vaguely, shaking his fingers to take a screenshot.

Ji Sheng lowered his head, picked up another apple, and continued peeling it indifferently, as if he didn't notice Wen Qing's abnormal reaction at all.

Wen Qing's mind was in a mess at the moment, and she didn't pay attention to Ji Sheng and Ji Yu's reactions.

He shivered and opened Xing Zhe's WeChat, and after sending it twice, he successfully sent the screenshot.

As soon as the news went out, Xing Ze's phone number came.

"Where are you now?"

Wen Qing took a deep breath and tried her best to say calmly, "It's still downstairs."

"That's good," Xing Ze said solemnly, "I'll come back now and wait for me at my uncle's house."

Wen Qing: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he heard Ji Sheng ask again, "Is it my cousin?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Ji Sheng asked casually, "Did something happen?"

Wen Qing nodded subconsciously, then shook her head quickly, and stammered, "No, it's fine."

Ji Sheng snorted and peeled with a smile.

Listening to the background music of the game fight, Wen Qing was distraught and stared at the passage of time on the screen of her mobile phone, waiting for the news of Xing Zai and Xing Zai's return.

However, he did not wait for either, only for a new harassing text message.

[At someone else's house. 】

Seeing this news, Wen Qing's emotions that had finally eased became tense again.

He didn't do anything, why would the other party know that he was in someone else's house?

Wen Qing's back was cold, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, silently watching his every move.

He clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Wen Qing glanced at Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, Ji Sheng was cutting apples, and Ji Yu was reading a book.

Neither of them touched their phones, and it was impossible to tell others that they were at their house.

【Does he like you? 】

[Did he **** you? Did you touch you? 】

【He...or are they? 】

...

The text messages in the back became more and more unsightly. Wen Qing's face was pale, and she immediately turned off the message prompt sound, and covered the screen of her mobile phone on the sofa, out of sight and out of mind.

The police station was not far from the community. Fifteen minutes later, Xing Ze arrived.

He stood at the door and said to Ji Yu, "Uncle, Wen Qing and I have something to do. Let's go first."

Ji Yu responded lightly and didn't say anything more.

Wen briskly walked to Xing Ze's side, stumblingly said goodbye and left.

The moment they closed the door, Xia Yansi came out of the kitchen.

He glanced at the sofa and frowned slightly: "Did Wen Qing leave?"

"Yeah." Ji Sheng replied, playing games boredly.

Ji Yu glanced at the screen of his mobile phone: "Go help your little dad if you are in a hurry."

Ji Sheng's eyes were bright, and he immediately turned off the game: "Dad, what do you need me to do?"

Xia Yansi walked to the living room, put the phone on the coffee table, and said coldly, "I made three more pasta dishes and gave them to Grandma Zhang on the 13th floor."

"Yeah."

******

Wen Qing followed Xing Zhe back to the 12th floor.

Opening the door, Wen Qing stood at the entrance and looked at the sofa for the first time.

This time the pillow on the sofa was crooked and not straightened.

The teacups are also kept as they were.

He didn't notice anything different in other places. There was no feeling of someone entering the house before, and the living room was a gentle and familiar mess.

Xing Ze opened his mouth and asked, "Do you feel something is wrong this time?"

Wen shook his head lightly.

Xing Ze frowned slightly, he remembered what the living room looked like when the two left.

Same as now, no change.

This time Wen Qing felt right. What was wrong before, was it an illusion or someone really broke in?

Xing Ze walked into the living room and checked the surveillance first. No one showed up at the door in the morning. Then he checked room by room, and there was nothing abnormal.

Xing Ze returned to the living room and said to Wen Qing, "No one should have come in."

Wen Qing frowned and couldn't figure it out: "How does he know I'm not at home?"

"You know that I went to someone else's house?"

Xing Ze's face darkened: "I just asked my uncle, and they haven't told anyone about it."

"So he either saw or heard us coming downstairs or saw surveillance video at the property."

"He may still be in the building now."

Wen Qing nervously grabbed her palm and stammered, "Then, what should I do now?"

Xing Ze lowered his eyes, looked at his pale face, and said warmly, "Don't be afraid."

"This building has only one entry door, which is facing surveillance."

"Go to the property first to check the monitoring records."

Wen Qing nodded and followed Xing Ze out.

Xing Ze continued: "During this time, if I go to the police station, you will wait for me at my uncle's house."

"It's too dangerous to be alone."

Wen Qing moved for a while, grabbed Xing Ze's sleeve, pursed her lips and said, "I-I don't want to go."

Xing Ze was stunned: "Why?"

Wen Qing lowered her head: "I'm uncomfortable staying at my uncle's house."

Worrying about Xing Ze, he asked himself to go downstairs. He hesitated for a moment and explained, "I slept at my uncle's house for a while today, and I had a nightmare. Uncle Xia, he..."

Wen Qing paused and said slowly, "keep asking me some questions. It's like you want to study me."

Xing Ze was stunned: "Is it an occupational disease criminal?"

Wen said softly, "I don't know."

He tugged Xing Zai's sleeve and continued, "I also have nightmares when I stay at home alone."

"It's only when you're around that you don't have nightmares or other messy feelings."

Wen Qing looked up at Xing Ze and said seriously, "I want to stay with you."

Xing Zhe flexed his fingers, and Wen Qing's last words kept replaying in his mind.

want to stay with you...

want to stay with me...

just me…

Xing Ze was stunned, and his body swelled with heat.

Wen Qing waited for a while, but did not wait for Xing Ze's answer, and said, "Can I follow you all the time?"

"If you go to the police station, can I come with you? It's okay to stay near the police station."

Wen Qing felt that the police station was safer than her own home.

Hearing his words, Xing Ze was even more confused.

Go to the bureau with yourself.

work together.

…

Xing Ze couldn't help but think about it.

"Are you okay?" A soft, low voice sounded in his ears.

Xing Ze nodded dazedly: "Of course."

Wen breathed a sigh of relief, great.

Xing Ze looked at Zhang Li's eyebrows, his throat tightened: "You have been following me all this time."

Wen Qing nodded vigorously, joy flashing in his eyes.

Xing Ze looked at his clear eyes, and his eyes slowly slid down to his lips.

Wen Qing licked her lips and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Xing Ze quickly looked away: "It's nothing, first go to the property to check the access records of the surveillance."

He walked out hastily.

As soon as the door was opened, a conversation was heard from the corridor.

Wen Qing stepped and heard one of the voices.

It is Yang Fan.

"Mr. Yang, thank you very much."

"Grandma Zhang, you're welcome. In fact, promoting the school is also one of my jobs. This is what I should do."

"I really want to thank you for coming here to introduce us to the profession."

"It's just the way. Grandma Zhang, you don't need to send it, I'll go first."

...

The two chatted briefly, and Wen Qing heard the sound of Grandma Zhang closing the door. Obviously, Grandma Zhang had entered the room, but he could still vaguely hear the conversations of the residents upstairs.

Grandma Zhang is excitedly praising Yang Fan with her child.

"Mr. Yang is so good. If you are admitted to a medical university in the future, remember to thank others."

"I will…"

Xing Ze frowned, he did not expect the sound insulation of this building to be so poor.

Even outside the door, the downstairs residents can hear the voices of the upstairs residents.

He lowered his eyes and pressed the elevator.

Soon, the elevator went from the 13th floor to the 12th floor.

With a ding dong, the elevator door slowly opened.

Standing in the elevator, Yang Fan looked surprised when he saw Wen Qing and Xing Ze.

"What a coincidence."

Wen Qing looked at his gentle and refined appearance, and his mind was full of what Xing Zhe just said.

[The murderer may still be in this building now. 】

Yang Fan suddenly appeared on the 13th floor.

So suspicious.

Wen Qing leaned nervously beside Xing Ze.

Yang Fan glanced at his movements, closed the elevator door, and asked, "Which floor are you going to?"

Wen Qing didn't speak.

Xing Ze directly took out his police card and said to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang, I hope you will cooperate with the police investigation and answer some questions for me."

Yang Fan looked calm and smiled: "Of course."

Xing Zai: "What did you do yesterday morning, please tell me the specific time and place."

Yang Fan said slowly: "I'm used to getting up early to exercise. I get up at five o'clock every day to exercise in the nearby park. At half past six, I go to the Miao Miao breakfast shop on Wulin Road to eat."

"After eating at seven o'clock, I went home to wash up, and then set off to visit my colleagues at Xia Si Hospital at ten o'clock."

Xing Ze raised his jaw slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"My colleague was hospitalized during my business trip, and I wanted to visit him after I came back," Yang Fan paused, glanced at Wen Qing, and smiled, "After visiting my colleague, I just wanted to try my luck in the hospital, whatever go go."

Noticing his eyes, Xing Ze frowned and asked, "What luck?"

Yang Fan tilted his head and stared at Wen Qing: "Can we meet by chance?"

Xing Ze's face turned black.

Wen Qing was still a little confused, did Yang Fan admit it?

Seeing that Wen Qing didn't react, Yang Fan smiled and said to him straight to the point: "You are the type I like, so I want to give it a try."

Hearing this, Wen Qing's face changed.

What's your favorite type?

Do you like the type of killing?