Chapter 2, The Crying Voice at Midnight

This conclusion seems rather abrupt, as Gong Xiangpeng gazed directly into Qiu Meng's eyes, only to see a sense of certainty. If one must explain, it appears that Qiu Meng has a clear understanding of the motives of the perpetrator

Is that so? Then the murderer chose this place to commit the crime merely because of familiarity? Qiumeng gently closed her eyes, simulating the actions of the murderer on the night of the 10th in her mind

"Qiu Meng." Bu Moze called her name

Gong Xiangpeng said to Xu Lingshuang, who was approaching them, "You arrived just in time; let's discuss the case."

Get off me! Although Qiuying's eyes were still covered, she could clearly feel her body being squeezed uncomfortably. She freed one hand to push away Bu Mozhe. Due to having her eyes covered for too long, her vision was blurry, and Qiuying could only keep blinking.

Qiu Meng and Bu Moze sat in the police car driven by Xiao Cai, heading towards the location designated by Liu Chao. This time, the three of them remained silent throughout the journey

When Qiumeng and Bumozhe arrived at the police station for the first time, the solemn atmosphere, though unsettling, did not make them feel the slightest bit restrained, and they quickly adapted to their surroundings

"You two remember this well, if you can use your mouths, do not resort to violence," Gong Xiangpeng said earnestly, "I am not at all worried about your safety, rather, I am concerned for those lawbreakers."

Gong Xiangpeng nodded. At that moment, the phone rang, and the caller was Xiao Liu

Bu Moze smiled and said, "For you, a single glance determines life and death"

The bloodstained steel pipe we found at the scene is indeed the murder weapon used to kill the elderly man. Aside from the head, there are no other external injuries on the deceased. There is a fracture in the lower leg, but it is an old injury. Xu Lingshuang sat down and went straight to the point, speaking with a calm and serious demeanor. The deceased had only a small amount of food in his stomach, indicating that he had not eaten much.

Three individuals walked along a narrow pebble path, and soon they saw the low houses on either side of the path. Among them, at the entrance of one house, stood Liu Chao, anxiously waiting.

Before long, the two individuals found the place they had accidentally intruded upon last night. Qiumeng was still standing at the spot where she had fallen.

At this moment, Bu Moze suddenly raised his head and snorted coldly: "Impossible"

The old lady suddenly felt embarrassed, realizing that she had said such words in front of Old Song's grandson and granddaughter-in-law. She hurriedly wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Bu Moze.

Hmm? Qiufeng should have directly retorted "impossible," but in fact, she could not even remember when she had fallen asleep.

Even such official and rigid words made Bu Moze's heart leap with joy; Qiu Meng could also be so gentle, regardless of whether it was an act or not

Gong Xiangpeng took a closer look and indeed, at a young age, he was going through the phase of adolescence characterized by acne.

Without prior discussion, the two individuals coincidentally decided to revisit the crime scene. Last night, it was late, and aside from the shock brought by the corpse, they did not remember any other important details.

Perhaps the murderer is someone who once lived here

Xiao Cai tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying: "I forgot the name. The boy is stunningly handsome. The girl is even more so; her short hair is so beautiful that it is hard to look away. If she had long hair, it would simply be breathtaking."

Oh? Gong Xiangpeng tugged at his pant leg and simply sat down on a relatively flat stone next to the worker, asking, "Who saw that?"

The murderer must be well-acquainted with the circumstances here; otherwise, even in an uninhabited place, he cannot guarantee that someone will not suddenly appear and disrupt his killing plan. Bu Moze mentioned the case while pulling Qiu Meng's wrist forward.

I had no idea that Grandpa had a former partner. Bu Moze spoke without restraint, yet exchanged glances with Qiu Meng, saying, "I didn't expect this old man to have been married before."

Xiao Cai took nearly twenty minutes to reach the destination based on the information provided by his colleague Liu Chao, but it was still not the specific location he was looking for

As night fell, he must have arrived here earlier than the deceased. He stood somewhere within this area waiting for the old man. During this time, what was he thinking? Perhaps he was wandering aimlessly, reminiscing about the places he had lived.

Xiao Wang said nonchalantly: "Anyway, we won't amount to much in this lifetime, so we might as well say whatever we know. I hope it can be of some help to them in solving the case"

Indeed, we learned about it a few hours earlier than you did said Gong Xiangpeng with a smile

Qiu Meng was at a loss for words. She could not understand why this naive, wealthy second-generation heir was so persistent in pursuing her. She truly found it incomprehensible. She knew nothing about him, and apart from the fact that he came from a wealthy family, she had hardly made any effort to learn anything about him.

Du!'' Bu Moze has once again set a new height for instant replies. He hurriedly took Qiu Meng's hand and said, "We just got married the day before yesterday"

You are not capable

Qiu Meng analyzed the three words "impossible" said by Bu Moze, and then replied: "That senior sister is really that beautiful"

Liu Chao did not approach Xiao Cai again to inquire, because while waiting for Xiao Cai, he had already asked about Song Yingquan's social connections. According to the neighborhood's accounts, Song Yingquan hardly interacted with others over the past two years. Even during the twenty years he was away from here, very few people came to seek him out, making it truly unlikely that there were any grievances or enmities with others

I am his grandson" Bu Moze blurted out, showing no hint of embarrassment on his face. He thought to himself, after all, all Chinese people are one family, and as long as he is an old man, he can call him grandpa.

Hmm. Gong Xiangpeng, exhausted from coping, added, "There are also the shoes of the deceased"

It is logical, but evidence is needed to prove it. Gong Xiangpeng did not deny Qiu Meng's speculation, but was merely confused by other newly arisen questions

Qiu Meng and Bu Moze exchanged a glance, and a question arose in their minds—what was the reason for Song Yingquan's departure from here

The deceased bore too many emotions of the murderer; the murderer's hysteria and uncontrollable rage were significant factors that led to the old man's demise. Each blow from the murderer was delivered with all his might, as if he could die in that very moment. "Qiumeng said softly. She was unsure whether her feelings were accurate and did not understand whether this feeling stemmed from intuition or rational observation. In any case, this act of peering into the murderer's thoughts left her feeling terrified.

Is it disinterest, or simply a lack of desire to understand? Qiumeng believes that neither applies; she does not wish to invest any emotions, nor does she want to accept any emotions

That is all. It was as monotonous as a lie repeated hundreds of times, and Qiumeng showed not a trace of hesitation

However, while passing by the gas station, during the time when Xiao Cai parked to buy water, Bu Moze seemingly casually remarked, "You know more than just that, right"

I bought this for your sister-in-law! She hasn't used it yet! The elder brother wore a face full of happiness

"Then let go." Qiuhong's eyelids were stretched to the point where tears were about to flow out.

Qiu Meng initially did not recall, as she had never seen either of these two individuals, and thus was unaware of their authenticity. Now, it appears that there is indeed some truth to it.

At this moment, the heart of Qiumeng, which yearns to escape and avoid, finds itself cornered by this inexplicable discourse with no way out

The next morning, Qiumo woke up in the hospital bed. She was not quite sure how she had climbed onto Bu Moze's bed and claimed it as her own. Moreover, the first person she saw upon waking was not Bu Moze, but a nurse with an ambiguous smile.

Afterwards, several people exchanged glances, and Gong Xiangpeng said: "Let's return to the office first"

Three individuals observed the actions of Bu Moze until he successfully peeled off the top two layers of the calendar

Did his grandfather leave here because he divorced his ex-wife? asked Qiumeng

What is your name? Qiumeng asked

"They should be in their third year now, right?" In this regard, Xiao Cai was quite clear, "It seems that during their second year, they helped Team Pan solve quite a few cases. Am I right, Team Gong?"

"Strange..." The old lady suddenly frowned and muttered, bending down to pick up the cup of water placed on the ground, and took a sip of tea

Regarding this matter, Gong Xiangpeng is preparing to initiate an investigation. The team is short-staffed, and colleague Xiao Liu, having only rested for one night, has gone to investigate the identity of the deceased despite his injuries, hoping to achieve some results

"So the reason your wound inexplicably opened up is because you went to the bathroom..." Qiumeng blurted out what she thought was a reasonable explanation without holding back

"Do you smoke?" Gong Xiangpeng asked, casually pulling out a cigarette and handing it to the worker squatting on the ground

Not just one calendar Autumn Meng immediately saw the clue

Last night, twenty meters away from the corpse, Gong Xiangpeng and his team discovered a pile of ashes, which were confirmed by technicians to be paper money. However, after identification, Gong Xiangpeng determined that the object that had not been completely burned was the shoe lost by the elderly man.

At this moment, Qiu Meng gently exhaled and said to Gong Xiangpeng: "The actual height of the deceased is approximately 1.73 meters. After accounting for his advanced age and slight stoop, his height is around 1.70 meters. The weapon used by the murderer, which Team Gong showed us in the car, is a steel pipe approximately 50 centimeters long, with most of the blood concentrated on the lower half of the pipe. From this, we can infer the point of force applied by the murderer while holding the pipe."

At this moment, an elderly gentleman from next door approached them slowly with a curious gaze. Upon reaching them, the elderly gentleman exclaimed, "Didn’t Song Yingquan divorce his wife long before leaving here? He didn’t mention having a grandson when he returned two years ago"

Gong Xiangpeng nodded in agreement at the designated location

"Where is the key?" Liu Chao asked as soon as he saw his colleague Xiao Cai coming over

Last night I slept very soundly and had particularly sweet dreams. So, after holding it in all night, I spent some time in the bathroom in the morning

Indeed

The old lady's expression bore a hint of disdain as she said, "How much success can a person achieve if they cannot even keep their wife? Perhaps they returned because they couldn't make it out there."

"Alright, I will go right away." These simple words fully express Gong Xiangpeng's excitement. He stood up, tidied up a bit, and said, "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed; his name is Song Yingquan, a local resident. However, he only returned two years ago and had been living elsewhere before that. I will go to his residence now to take a look..."

"So what if the woman is beautiful?" Bu Moze scoffed.

At that moment, the worker stood up, tugging at his clothes, and jokingly said: "Then my friend got so scared that he fell ill and never came back to work."

After waiting a long time for the bus, the two individuals ultimately chose to take a taxi

In the third year of university, Qiu Meng blinked her eyes. If it is indeed the third year, then the individuals being referred to must be Chen Zisang and Gu Sen, who are known as legendary figures of the police academy. It seems that only the two of them fit the exaggerated description provided by Xiao Cai.

Liu Chao merely glanced at it at the time and did not look closely, unaware of what Bu Moze intended to do by peeling off the top layer of this calendar

The worker lifted his safety helmet, accepted the cigarette, and said thank you. Gong Xiangpeng took out a lighter to light it for him. The worker took a deep drag, exhaled a puff of smoke with satisfaction, and his dark skin was still marked with acne.

At this late hour, one would be scared to death or at least scared enough to wet themselves, wouldn't you agree? The worker said this while glancing at Gong Xiangpeng, seeking a sense of validation.

"It is hard to tell, but Classmate Xiao Qiu is quite capable," Gong Xiangpeng said with a hint of joy, though he kept it brief. He then turned to Xu Lingshuang and asked, "Are there any further discoveries regarding the corpse?"

The perpetrator is a man in his early thirties, approximately 1.78 meters tall, slender, and predominantly right-handed. Qiumeng had more to say than just this; the sensations she experienced at the scene and from the body were far more extensive than what she is expressing now

Haha

Bu Moze did not have time to regret that unfortunate kiss, and he forcibly pulled her over to check her eyes for any foreign objects

"Do you smell anything?" Qiumeng raised her head from silence, gazing directly at Bumozhe, her eyes sweeping over his injured arm

It is possible that it is not the primary scene there. Qiumeng's voice was very low, fatigue had already invaded her entire body, making it somewhat difficult for her to prop her arms up against the edge of the bed

Last night, someone burned joss paper at the crime scene

Thus, she would rather this feeling be a complete illusion

Ritual offerings. Upon hearing that shoes were also burned, Qiumeng immediately dismissed her previous thought that the murderer took the shoes for some reason. She said, "The murderer killed this old man for revenge, to avenge someone who has died"

That is good. Xiao Liu also responded softly. Just as he turned his head to prepare to thank Bu Moze and the others for their assistance last night, he unexpectedly found that Bu Moze and Qiu Meng had already started chatting with the old man across the way

Xu Ling looked at her, seemingly with a sense of newfound respect. She said, "The murderer indeed tends to use their right hand, and this is not difficult to conclude"

After a moment of contemplation, Gong Xiangpeng said to them: "On the night of September 7, someone witnessed an incident of burning paper money at the construction site. This timing is crucial, as it is only three days apart from the time of the incident, making it highly likely that the same person is responsible."

Early in the morning, groups of people waiting for the bus kept arriving one after another

Hearing the voice of Bu Mozhe, Gong Xiangpeng was not surprised at all. These two individuals simply have faces that cannot conform to conventions, yet they are relatively intelligent. It seems they have also noticed that pile of ashes

"There is nothing for now," Xu Lingshuang replied succinctly, "but the deceased's clothing is still undergoing testing, and our colleagues in the technical department should be conducting further examinations."

At that time, when I fell, I smelled a burning odor, and that smell was very close to us. " Qiumeng ignored Bumozhe's teasing and spoke to herself.

If I were the murderer and wanted to put an elderly person in their seventies to death, I certainly would not expend such great effort. Clearly, strangling him would be much easier and more convenient. Moreover, using a heavy object to strike repeatedly requires a significant amount of physical strength. " Qiumeng continued to analyze methodically, " Unless he could only vent his frustrations in this manner... "

Qiu Meng hesitantly set down her shoes, stood up, and walked towards Bu Moze, who was intently looking at a calendar posted on the wall

"Has something ever happened there?" Xu Lingshuang expressed her thoughts

It was supposed to be Wednesday evening when the worker left his mobile phone at the construction site. He took a bus back here around eight or nine o'clock. By the time he arrived, it was almost ten o'clock, and it was dark everywhere. After searching for a long time, he finally found his phone. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a crackling sound not far away.

Qiu Meng has indeed considered this issue, and it is certain that Team Gong is also aware of it. However, this area has been planned for redevelopment for quite some time, and investigating the information of the relocated individuals would undoubtedly require a significant amount of work

You are truly quite ill. In the end, Qiumeng shook her head. Although she felt guilty about the injuries suffered by Bumoze, his mouth was simply too infuriating.

"What does that have to do with you?" Qiumeng's attitude was indifferent, and her tone was harsh

Bu Mozhe did not let go; instead, he blew a breath towards her eyes, startling Qiu Meng so much that she jumped up completely.

At first, she thought of Ji Yuesheng, who was the one to greet her at the school gate on the first day of the new semester. Following her was a senior named Qi Si, who helped carry her luggage. Qiu Meng was unclear about the relationship between Senior Ji and Senior Qi, but she had heard others say that both of them were somewhat enigmatic.

Bu Moze leaned forward in confusion, tilting his upper body closer to her, and asked, "What did you say?"

Bumoze

Bu Moze's teasing carries a deeper meaning: "So, I got so excited that my wound opened up."

Just as she was speaking, Xu Lingshuang also received a phone call. She stood up from her seat and said to Gong Xiangpeng: "It seems you need to go to the technical investigation department first"

It is truly an unexpected and annoying "almost".

This information is spread out like a large net.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Cai instinctively stopped Bu Moze from "causing trouble," but upon closer inspection, he realized that there was still a calendar stuck under this year's calendar, and then he glanced at Liu Chao

"You can lie to me a thousand times, and I can forgive you. But you cannot like other men; you can only like me alone." Bu Moze said, and the conversation took a strange turn. However, he did not feel embarrassed by his words; on the contrary, he felt it was very necessary.

"Did you find out anything?" Xiao Liu asked Bu Moze

To be honest, the time we have known each other has not yet exceeded 36 hours. Qiumeng suddenly found it somewhat amusing, but her anxious heart gradually relaxed. She was afraid of Bumoze's probing questions, yet she was also grateful that he had never done so.

Bu Mozhe asked again: "What building was originally located at the site where paper money is burned?"

"Crow's mouth." Xu Lingshuang glanced at Gong Xiangpeng and scolded softly

Qiu Meng declined his kind offer and jumped down, having lost the fear of the unknown depth that she felt yesterday. The two then slowly walked towards the direction of the acquaintance.

"Bring me a pen," Bu Moze instructed casually while staring at the calendar

The acquaintance in question is Gong Xiangpeng, who, having not slept all night, reviewed the surveillance footage and early in the morning arrived at the construction site with another police officer to search for clues. There were still workers at the construction site, and although the project could not be delayed, it was somewhat affected.

Upon hearing Bu Mozhe's subsequent explanation, Qiumeng found it absurd. Why did she feel that Bu Mozhe was emphasizing that he had slept well last night and had sweet dreams?

Hmm. The two responded obediently and got out of the car with him

No external injuries and minimal food intake, in other words

Bu Moze stood with his hands in his pockets, still looking as lazy as ever. He glanced around the bus stop but did not respond to Qiu Meng. Instead, he took her by the arm and led her to the side, saying: "Come over here."

It is daytime now, with a broad view that reveals everything. The fright experienced last night now seems like nothing more than a nightmare; there is nothing unusual here. Except for the deep and shallow bloodstains left on the scene after the body was removed

"I have never seen the act of burning paper money, nor have I seen any ashes here. We only found out that someone died here yesterday when we saw the police early in the morning as we came to work," the worker said, not waiting for Gong Xiangpeng to ask a question.

Qiu Meng did not pay attention to these details. Looking around the modest living space of Song Yingquan, the furnishings appeared outdated. The only household appliance was an old black-and-white television, and on the bedside was a faded dark green radio. The sheets and mattress emitted a musty odor

Bu Mozhe saw them coming out and pulled Qiumeng to walk towards them

You two remind me of a pair of police academy students I saw a year ago, just like you, also a man and a woman

"Go back and I won't kill you." Qiumeng muttered curses under her breath, wanting very much to shake off Bu Mozhe's hand, but at this critical moment of acting, she could only endure for now

Four people hurried back to the office, and as soon as they went upstairs, they saw Xu Ling Shuang hurrying down the corridor from the end. She was still wearing her police uniform, her hair somewhat disheveled, indicating that she had also worked overtime until dawn. Although she had not had time to tidy up her appearance, her spirit remained undiminished.

The old man nodded and pondered for a moment before saying: "He left in the summer, and when he returned two years ago, it was also summer. You see, in this scorching heat, he was running around. Generally, people who work away from home return during the Spring Festival, right? I mean, he really is something, not knowing what he has been doing outside for twenty years"

"Captain Gong, the resolution of the case is just around the corner," Bu Moze said with a smile as he and Qiu Meng stood up.

What kind of person would such a perpetrator be

Qiu Meng furrowed her brows, squatting by the bedside, looking at the two pairs of shoes placed on the floor. After picking them up and examining them, she revealed a look of surprise

At that moment, the taxi driver made an urgent turn, interrupting Qiumeng's next move. The driver then angrily rolled down the window and shouted at the chaotic electric scooters.

Bu Mozhe said calmly: "Returning here in the summer twenty years later, I had a car accident on the same day." He pointed to the yellowed calendar marked with the words "1994," "It seems he had a habit of noting events on the calendar."

"Even if it is given to you for free, do not take advantage of it." Bu Moze sighed with his lips, yet a smile lingered at the corner of his eyes

"Hmm, I will inform Captain Gong about the situation later." At this moment, Xiao Liu and Xiao Cai walked out from the room

Gong Xiangpeng nodded in agreement and said: "The deceased has no external injuries, which proves that the murderer did not bind them in a restrictive manner. The question is, what excuse did the murderer use?"

Regardless of what the excuse is, it must be something that makes that old man restless, even unable to eat. In other words, the excuse is a bad thing, equivalent to the old man's secret. Bu Moze spoke in a very obscure manner, yet he articulated the truth.

Bu Moze noticed her drooping brows and eyes, her expression haggard, so he politely lifted the quilt and said: "You are permitted to come up and serve in bed"

Qiumeng said nothing and ran outside to directly ask Xiaocai for a pen. Xiaocai was a bit confused as well, and after handing the pen to Qiumeng, followed her into the inner room

Do not be too sad. However, Qiufeng steeled herself and comforted Bumoze, saying, "The deceased has passed away; may you find peace and acceptance in this change."

There is a sense of desolation in the words, yet one continues to work diligently.

Sleepless nights are mostly the result of one's own troubles. Yet at this moment, Bu Moze is overwhelmed by longing for the person right before him

Once these conclusions are confirmed, the life ending she has written for herself will inevitably tend towards reality

Qiu Meng felt a rare sense of embarrassment, so she reached out to cover the hand of Bu Moze that was blocking her eyes, wanting to pull his hand away

Indeed, on the day Old Song returned, he was involved in a car accident. I saw that his leg was in a cast. In this sweltering heat, it must have been unbearable for him; his leg itches but he cannot scratch it

In front of a large crowd, Bu Mozhe did not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. Instead, he leaned closer to her, gazing directly into her eyes, and ambiguously smiled as he said, "You called my name in your dream last night"

After watching the police leave, another worker pushing a cart approached the person being questioned and curiously asked, "Xiao Wang, what did the police ask you?"

"Let's walk." After parking the car, Xiao Cai said to Qiu Meng and Bu Moze, "Song Yingquan's house is behind that vegetable market; the car cannot go in because the road is too narrow"

Ah? There is good news on both sides, but I am unable to be in two places at once. Gong Xiangpeng scratched his head and, in an instant, felt a gaze filled with anticipation. He looked at the smiling Bu Moze and the serious Qiu Meng, took a deep breath, and decided to go for it, "Alright, you two can go in my place. I will have Xiao Cai accompany you."

Due to the unique geographical location of the crime scene, no outside vehicles could enter, and Qiumeng and Bumoze had no choice but to get out of the car and walk.

"Even a virtuous gentleman cannot withstand your alluring gaze, let alone someone like me." Bu Mozhe then raised his hand to cover her eyes and teased.

So when exactly did my grandfather leave, and when did he come back

"The police just said that Old Song is dead? How did he die?" The old lady glanced again at Xiao Liu and the others who had just entered the door across from her, and asked mysteriously, "Old Song was just fine yesterday afternoon."

However—" he elongated the final syllable, "the old man's shoes are missing."

The driver is Officer Xiao Cai, who has just been transferred to the Criminal Investigation Team. On the way, he was concerned that the two students might be bored, so he thought for a long time and found a topic that seemed to resonate with them.

Gong Xiangpeng, with an air of seriousness, let out a "pah" sound. After giving them countless reminders and warnings, he finally left together with Xu Lingshuang.

Qiu Meng glanced at Bu Moze and did not ask further. She simply felt that although Bu Moze appeared somewhat fatigued, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Who are you to Old Song, and why do you look so young?" The elderly lady, munching on sunflower seeds, glanced at the young officers Xiao Cai and Xiao Liu, and then scrutinized Bu Moze as she asked.

"Why did you leave so early?" Qiumeng rubbed her hands together, her eyes fixed on the bus stop sign displaying the routes of various buses, and asked casually.

Could you please provide me with his contact information?" Gong Xiangpeng said as he took out his phone

Bu Moze turned around; he had never known that being tugged at the hem of his clothes could feel so good. Unconsciously, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as he approached the bedside with Qiu Meng.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Cai exchanged a glance, carefully tore off the last calendar page, and decided to take it back to the office for further examination

The old man, with only a few teeth left, shook his head and said: "We all do not know when Song Yingquan left. At that time, I wanted to borrow his broken car and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. Later, after some time, I found out that he had already left here."

The death of grandfather has left us, the younger generation, very saddened. Bu Moze raised his hand to shield his eyes, pretending to be sorrowful. He squeezed Qiu Meng's hand with some force, signaling her to cooperate.

The transportation here is inconvenient; if he were to forcibly bring the elderly here while they are fully aware, it would be absolutely impossible. Therefore, it is highly likely that he deceived the elderly into coming here under some pretext. Bu Moze has a broad mindset and easily thinks of points that others have not yet considered.

"If you look at me like that, I won't be able to help but push you down." Suddenly, Bu Moze spoke, yet his eyes remained fixed on the phone screen

In the quiet hospital room, there were only Qiu Meng and Bu Moze. It was unclear whether it was the overwhelming drowsiness or their obsession with the case that left the two of them in silence for a long time

Bu Moze made a sound of acknowledgment and smiled slightly, saying: "Your body fragrance"

I do not know

Indeed, Qiumeng replied softly, for she could still see the faint markings on the calendar that were almost colorless, but these markings disappeared by the month of July

What is the name of this song, why is it so awkward to pronounce

There is no need to wait until twenty years later if one cannot continue to survive. " Qiumeng said to the old lady

The voice was soft, yet it conveyed deep emotions. Qiu Meng was taken aback; she did not quite understand what Bu Moze meant by "not possible," but even this vague notion made her extremely anxious, causing her heart to race.

"1994?" Xiao Cai exclaimed incredulously in a low voice

Rough words may contain sound reasoning. Xiao Wang smiled, and then upon seeing that the elder brother had just bought a new mobile phone, he immediately enviously said: "Did your sister-in-law buy that for you?"

Will there be a moment of conversation between them? Even if there is, the dialogue between the two will surely end in failure... He angrily killed the old man, smashing the old man's head...

"I didn't pay attention," Bu Moze said, raising his hand behind his head leisurely. At that moment, seeing Qiu Meng fall, he was almost scared to death, let alone caring about any smell

I didn't notice, as construction is ongoing every day, and many materials and soil accumulate quickly, making them hard to see.

Qiu Meng nodded slightly, and the only conclusions that could be drawn from the existing clues were these. It would be better not to mention those so-called intuitions, for fear that they were the result of inner demons, and also worried that they would mock her for being idealistic

Then what?" Gong Xiangpeng pressed for more.

Do not concern yourself with ... ...

Qiu Meng turned her head, withdrawing her gaze from the bustling scene outside the window, and it landed on Bu Moze, who was just within reach. At that moment, the comfortable morning sunlight illuminated his face, and his clear eyes were tinted a golden hue, slightly dazzling.

Xiao Cai glanced at the old man and woman who were occasionally casting glances over, then pulled him aside and whispered, "Captain Gong took it out from the evidence room and handed it to me."

Her struggle is not to reach the shore; she merely wants to know if being deeply trapped and tormented is the only outcome.

All of this originated from a photograph discovered by chance, a photograph that caused her to fall from heaven into hell, and to this day she is still struggling in hell

Qiu Meng's eyelids felt heavy, and even upon hearing Bu Moze's inappropriate remarks, she lacked the energy to retort. She gave him a symbolic glare and then fell asleep with her head resting on the edge of the bed

However, this pairing of a man and a woman truly embodies the style of a police academy. Xu Lingshuang couldn't help but think of Chen Zisang and Gu Sen, and she smiled slightly as she lowered her head

Um... After some thought, Qiumeng felt that he was probably not referring to Senior Ji and Senior Qi. Senior Ji is sweet in appearance, but not to the extent of being breathtakingly beautiful... As for Senior Qi... Thinking of this, Qiumeng instinctively glanced at the indifferent Bumoze beside her, who was playing with his phone, and thus came to a conclusion that it seemed to be somewhat similar to Bumoze.

What do you want to say? Suddenly, a tension gripped Qiu Meng's heart, and her words were filled with a sense of oppression

However, what made him anxious was not the negligible distance between him and Qiumeng, but rather the fact that he had almost kissed her. If his reaction had been just a little slower.

Until midnight, Gong Xiangpeng and Lan Jicheng left the hospital

They strive to live, while another group desperately seeks the truth for those who have passed away

Gong Xiangpeng was engrossed in his work notes, completely ignoring what Xiao Cai had said

I will not have any concealments from you, no matter how difficult it is to speak of. " Bu Moze's eyes were deep, and his tone was resolute

This house is even smaller than my family's bathroom. As soon as Bu Moze stepped into the room, he couldn't help but express his disdain.

In response to such a conscious exchange, Qiumeng rolled her eyes.

"Someone arrived earlier than us," Bu Moze said faintly as he gazed into the distance. He then easily jumped down into the low area and turned back to Qiu Meng, who was still standing on the road, saying, "Come, I will carry you."

Hmm?

The worker nodded in agreement and immediately began to recite the numbers, seemingly having memorized others' numbers. Gong Xiangpeng promptly entered the digits on the dialing keypad and then saved them. After completing the task, the worker once again immersed himself in hard work.

The weather today is quite pleasant, and on the shaded open space outside the house, there are elderly men and women sitting on chairs at the door, chatting. Occasionally, a Chinese rural dog passes by and barks at them.

The deceased was indeed lured to the scene and killed by the murderer under some pretext. Qiumeng filtered out the process of reaching this conclusion and stated it directly

The old man listened carefully, thought for a moment, and said: "I only know it was summer; anyway, it was very hot at that time"

"Grandson?" The old lady squinted her murky eyes, revealing a hint of suspicion. She glanced at Qiu Meng, who stood silently yet alert behind Bu Moze, and casually asked, "Is she your wife?"

After the worker took his last puff, he extinguished the cigarette that had only a stub left. His expression suddenly turned ominous and terrifying. He lowered his voice and said: "This is not the scariest part! What is even more frightening is that he also heard crying at that time, the sound of a person weeping! It was simply like encountering a ghost!"

Three sheets? Liu Chao stepped forward and pinched them, realizing that there were a total of three sheets in the calendar. He immediately understood and said, "Tear them slowly."

Thus, after getting off the vehicle, Bumoze had a fist-sized red mark on his face

Xiao Wang hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Can you play some music? I would like to listen to Bai Yian's 'Different is Different'"

Bu Mozhe adjusted his sitting posture and said word by word: "Others can have nothing to do with me..."

Just as they were about to leave, Qiumeng inadvertently noticed the faint marks on the wall by the head of the bed. She tugged at Bumoze's clothing corner, then discreetly moved to the head of the bed, bending down to closely examine the wall.

As she spoke these words, Qiumeng's heart raced. The answer that was on the tip of her tongue was not a source of anxiety due to the uncertainty of her speculation, but rather a fear of articulating the correct conclusion

Xiao Wang, your statement is incorrect. What does it mean to be unambitious? Being able to earn money through one's own labor is quite an impressive achievement, isn't it? It is certainly better than resorting to theft or robbery. My wife is very supportive of me, but she worries about me getting hurt. In life, one cannot only be concerned about face; living well is sufficient.

Xu Ling Shuang smiled gently and said in a soft voice, "On a business trip"

Furthermore, a significant portion of the residents here are migrants. The high mobility of the migrant population makes it even more challenging to conduct thorough investigations

"It seems like it has been twenty years, hasn't it?" The old lady stopped cracking sunflower seeds and looked up to ask the old man.

The appointed time gradually approached, and he, under the faint moonlight, watched the old man approach from a distance, then tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand

The worker exhaled another puff of smoke, and the wispy smoke floated in the air, dissipating in an instant. He said: "It was someone who worked with us before, also on this construction site. It happened just this week ... ... "

"It's nothing, don't rub it randomly," Bu Moze said after holding her eyelids open for a long time.

Qiu Meng calmly withdrew her foolish gaze and continued to converse with Xiao Cai: "What year are they in now?"

Xu Ling nodded and then looked at Qiu Meng and Bu Moze. Remembering that today is Sunday, she did not ask further questions

The worker's act of smoking did not cease; there was a hint of enjoyment, yet it was not entirely one of pleasure. He shook his head and said: "Someone died here, and everyone was a bit concerned at first. I haven't seen anyone burning paper money, but indeed, there were people who burned things here in the dead of night. However, that is not something I witnessed."

"What made Boteng smile so happily?" Gong Xiangpeng, with his keen eyes, teased her as he spoke, "By the way, where has Boteng gone? I haven't seen him around lately"

However, the sudden turn caused Bu Moze in the back seat to lose his balance, and he nearly fell onto Qiu Meng. Although the incident happened unexpectedly, Bu Moze quickly reacted and managed to stabilize his body by propping himself up with one hand against the car window.

Human curiosity is always profound; he halted his steps homeward and turned to look back. That glance startled him, as in the distance, flames were leaping, accompanied by what seemed to be a vague silhouette moving with the flames

Gong Xiangpeng initially thought that the murderer intended to destroy the body, but if the goal was truly to eliminate all evidence, why not simply burn the entire corpse?

However, while she was nervous, Bu Moze did not look at her. This feeling was akin to a roller coaster, where the drop was too great, resulting in a loss of surprise

Oh. Gong Xiangpeng seemed to have just remembered this matter, nodded, pushed open the office door, and invited them to sit down casually

In other words, Song Yingquan left in a hurry, without notifying anyone, and may have even left overnight. Otherwise, why would the neighbors be unaware?

After staring at the peeling wall for a long time, the two of them said in unison: "Phone number?"

In the next moment, her hand was ruthlessly shaken off by Qiumeng

Qiu Meng's hand was gently pinched by Bu Moze, and she immediately shivered; indeed, she still found it somewhat difficult to accept such intimate gestures.

Upon receiving permission, Bu Moze first took a pen to separate the first calendar from the second calendar, and then slowly rolled the pen to avoid any adhesion between the calendars, as tearing them apart directly would result in destruction.

With this question in mind, he and his colleagues asked several people in succession but did not obtain any clues. Gong Xiangpeng stood with his hands on his hips, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he continued walking towards the area where there were workers. Upon seeing a worker squatting on the ground taking a short rest, he decisively approached.

But she could no longer continue, for she sensed "goodness" in the killer's motive for the murder. How could one speak of committing evil deeds while harboring good intentions?

Bu Mozhe tilted his head and gazed into her eyes, saying: "In my family, my father has the final say. My mother is young and beautiful, adorned with gold and silver, and she never concerns herself with my father's matters. From childhood to university, my parents have never attended a single parent-teacher meeting; it has always been my aunt who went. The relationship between my parents is like that of two familiar strangers, polite yet distant. I am studying at the police academy, not with grand ambitions, but simply to escape that home. " The relationship between my parents is like that of two familiar strangers, polite yet distant. I am studying at the police academy, not with grand ambitions, but simply to escape that home.

Bu Mozhe raised the hand he was holding with Qiu Meng and said with a smile: "I have found a wife."

At this moment, another colleague also returned. Holding a vector map of the building before its demolition, he replied: "It is a residential building"