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Chang Yong is a catcher in Jingzhao Mansion, he is just a catcher, but he has been busy during this time, but there is still no clue about the disappearance of the child in the alley near Sheepskin Street. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This made him very annoyed, full of anger and had no way to vent, so he could only drag his tired body out to find clue after clue. The boss has already spoken, and if the case is not solved in the near future, let them all roll up and get out. Single-mindedly want to be an excellent catcher, Chang Yong's anxious heart is understandable, there is nothing to roll up the cover and get out, but the ideal of being a fast catcher who is determined to solve cases like a god may be disappointed.

It's not that he doesn't work hard, he has to work a thousand times or even ten thousand times harder than other fast catchers, it's not that he is inexperienced, he has to do this job longer than the incumbent fast catchers. Colleagues have been promoted, transferred and transferred, and left, but he is still obstinately stuck in this unpleasant position. But these can't destroy his belief in becoming a good catcher, and he is stubborn by nature, and he always thinks that he has the potential to be a good catcher who solves crimes like a god.

There were still no clues, the murderer was too cunning, and he squatted in the alley near the sheepskin street for several nights. The north wind was like a knife, blowing out a few more cracks in his broad chest, and his face was even more bloodstained. But the murderer seemed to know that he was squatting there, but he didn't make any moves, so that he had done useless work all night. During the day, he would wander around the vicinity of Sheepskin Street in the form of an ordinary passerby, but still did not find a single suspicious person, all of whom were permanent residents of the place. There were also some passers-by who came and went in a hurry. Those passers-by didn't even stay for half a moment, where did they have time to commit crimes.

Originally, the western area of the city was full of white households, all of them were some people selling small stalls, and there were no wealthy people at all, but the children were lost under the premise that Jingzhao Mansion ignored them. One or two were reasonable, but seven or eight children were lost in a row, both girls and boys, all of whom were about seventy or eighty years old. Whenever I walk on this sheepskin street, I will listen to some family members crying so hard that people can't help but shed tears. Several times his nose was sour, and he was afraid to come to this sheepskin street.

There were no clues, and there were no clues, and when I asked the neighbors nearby, they all said that they had never seen any strangers appear. I found the splashes who were here again, and they didn't know what to do, and they also arrested a few splashes and put them in prison, but they couldn't ask anything at all, the other party didn't do it at all, and they swore by their eighteenth generation ancestors. There was no evidence, and no children could be found, so Chang Yong had to let them go again. Bending into a trick is the next strategy, which has always been despised by him, what he wants is to find the real culprit and bring the real culprit to justice.

Did he really want to catch a few splashes to fill up a few top crimes according to the meaning of the above, and the nameless fire surging in his heart, but he was incapable, which made him very discouraged. Not only failing to catch the murderer, but also bending innocent people into tricks, these are against his original intention, making him feel even colder as ice in this cold winter morning.

When the night gave vent to its last touch of paint, it gradually faded away, revealing a bright light like a fish's white belly in the sky, and the dark clouds became thinner at this time. The rolling clouds tumbled and began to transform into a thin white mang. The white clouds blended in with the darkness of the night, which had not yet faded, and changed into a faint lead color.

At this time, there were pedestrians on the sheepskin street, and they braved the cold wind to go out of the house, and began their busy day again, whose house was lit with the dim and dilapidated lanterns in front of the door, whose stall was still thick with the smell of oil smoke, whose woman was still in front of the door to watch their men go away.

It was at this time that Chang Yong appeared on the sheepskin street, and the street was silent at this time, and there were few people in the faint twilight, only his footsteps that were as heavy as his mood. There was no crying and scolding, only the biting cold wind like the first light. A stone under his feet was kicked away by him, suppressing the violent anger in his heart, and forcing his pace to slow down. Hopefully there will be some clues today, he thought to himself.

The old man with pockmarks on his face was staring at the fire, afraid that the steamed buns would be too old when it was prosperous, and that the fire would be too old when the guests came. The old man at the bun shop was still like that, squinting his eyes, and he didn't notice until the guest walked up to him.

"Ouch, this is not Chang Daren, he is still investigating the case so early. Thank you for your hard work, let's have a few hot buns, you are hotter than the breasts of the girl in the Qingyu Building. If it's not hot, you don't need money, how about you want one? The old man of the bun shop opened his mouth and still said in the same tone, and when he saw the arrival of the guest, the pockmarks on his face were still the same squeezing twist, little by little on his loose skin-like face.

"yes, it's not hot, you don't need money." Chang Yong saw the flattering smile of the old man in the bun shop, and asked angrily. At this time, where is he still in the mood to eat steamed buns, who has seen him eat a complete bowl of rice in the past few days. Besides, it's still early to eat early at this time.

"Really, it's more steamed than steamed buns, it's not hot and you don't need money," the old man said seriously, looking at Chang Yong with hopeful eyes who was wearing the soapy blue official uniform of Jingzhao Mansion. This early in the morning, the old north wind is more powerful than his mother's knife, and his old face is blue and purple, so how to say hello when you meet the first guest.

"Okay, bring me a non-hot one, you said that you don't need money if it's not hot, it just so happens that I was in a hurry today and didn't bring money out." Chang Yong also said seriously, and after speaking, he exaggeratedly stretched out his left hand and waited for the old man's bun.

The old man of the bun shop didn't expect the other party to come like this, and he was stunned for a while, he couldn't answer the other party at all. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he noticed that the catcher let out a long laugh and walked away. The smiling face was closed, but his eyes fell on the steaming steamer, and his eyes were surprisingly solemn, and he didn't know what the old man was thinking.

After teasing the old man in the bun shop, Chang Yong's mood seemed to be much better, and he was not so nervous about the case in his heart. If it can be broken, it will be broken, and if it can't be broken, it's a big deal to roll up the cover and get out. As soon as he thought of this, his mood suddenly became even more sudden, and everything in front of him seemed to become bright again.

From the bun shop all the way forward, at the end of the sheepskin street was Buyi Alley, which he had never considered in the past. After all, you have to pass through the pond of one or two or three acres, and legend has it that there are countless ghosts and ghosts buried in the pond, it is said that a large gang was wiped out overnight, and there is no one alive, and it is this pond that buries the dozens of heroic spirits. Others say that it was a court dispute, that blood stained the whole sheepskin street, and that the corpses that had lost their lives were thrown into this pond. In short, some dead souls were buried in this pond, and gusts of wind gathered on this pond, hovering and hovering for years, but there was no sign of dispersing.

Chang Yong walked beside the pond, and there was a creepy feeling in his heart, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but this place was much more eerie than other places. Especially now at the turn of day and night. A cold wind whizzed over the pond like an eerie ghostly howl. It made his scalp tingle for a while, and after hesitating for a few breaths, he still walked forward.

He casually looked at the pond between his eyes, and saw a light mist in the pond, like a terrifying Senluo Temple, which made him shiver, and a cold feeling on his back ridge. The hand that held the saber hanging on his waist tightly did not feel fine beads of sweat, and there was a slight ice on his forehead.

With the help of that faint light, the light mist that curled up was flooded, sometimes turning into a hideous ghost, sometimes turning into a bewitching fairy, making his nerves tense all at once. He just wanted to speed up and walk across the pond, but he seemed to feel that his intention was to walk slowly, and this strong sense of contradiction made him dazed for a moment. And his tense nerves couldn't help but tense even more, so dazed.

When his eyes stared at the pond again, Chang Yong's face suddenly turned pale, and as he followed his gaze, he saw a black shadow floating on the pond, and then he saw one, two black shadows, and then his eyes turned to see two other two shadows on the other side of the pond. A total of four black shadows floated on the surface of the pond, motionless, and with the twisting of the light mist of the pond, the four black shadows flickered. It was like four ghosts trying to get out of the pond.

Chang Yong's face became more and more pale, and these four black shadows had been haunting his mind like four powerful ghosts. The sudden abnormality made his body tremble inexplicably, he subconsciously took a step back, cold sweat broke out all over his body, the cool air went straight to his bone marrow, and the saber in his hand was almost impossible to hold.

But he was a catcher after all, and he forcibly gave up the panic in his heart, and he fixed his gaze on a dark shadow again, and found that it was nothing more than a piece of clothing floating on the pond. And he reversed his judgment that one garment could float on the pond for no reason, and four of them appeared at once.

Sensing that something was wrong, Chang Yong took a step forward, hoping to see the four clothes in more detail, and he gradually approached a piece of clothing that was floating on the water. When he saw the clothes clearly, he was like being struck by lightning, his brain suddenly went blank, his trembling hand shaking violently, and his eyes showed a solemn light. By this time, he had already abandoned his fear of the pond, and he trembled with fear, and his purple lips were also tightly bitten by him, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

For what he saw was not a garment, but a corpse, and because of the nature of the light, he could only see a garment floating on the water, and when he got closer, he found a human head lying on top of the water, which was hidden under the garment. The water beneath the pale face turned dark, and the face had been soaked in water for a long time, and began to show signs of festering.

Chang Yong retreated from the shore, he exhaled heavily, he only felt that his chest cavity was blocked by something, and a strong indignation surged out of his heart. Four corpses, four lives, although he has not yet recovered the four corpses, he has not yet determined the identity of the four corpses, but his heart has set off a monstrous wave. At the same time, the blood in his body began to boil, and the case in front of him was even more exciting than the case of the child's disappearance.

The sky in the winter morning gradually began to brighten, and the gray light slowly arrived like a half-hidden beauty, mixed with an inexplicable breath in the wind. And the pedestrians on the street gradually increased, but no one noticed the Jingzhao Mansion standing next to the pond, and their eyes never crossed the pond.

Chang Yong inhaled the cold wind, and exhaled layers of white mist from his mouth, and his heart kept pounding like meeting the woman he first loved. With the excitement surging in his blood, the saber in his hand was also held tighter, calming his mood, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he was actually more handsome and martial when he frowned.

Chang Yong, who was standing next to the pond, sorted out his thoughts, and now he still has a lot of doubts, the four corpses have not been salvaged, their identities have not been confirmed, and whether the four corpses are involved in the child's disappearance. As a fast arrester with many years of experience in handling cases, he felt that this case was by no means an ordinary homicide case, and perhaps the four bodies were really related to the child's disappearance. Even he felt that the case of the child's disappearance had some unspeakable secrets, and all the strange mysteries might be about to be revealed.