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Xing Lie was helpless. This little girl's movements were so weird that it was really difficult to catch her. Of course, if it's a life and death fight, that's another matter.
"Are you so sure I can't catch you?"
The little Loli stretched out her little finger and hooked her, "Then come and catch me, catch me, and I will tell you where your sweetheart is."
Xing Lie was helpless with this naughty kid: "I told you, I don't know anyone I love." After saying that, he jumped off the roof of the building, and with a bang, his feet landed heavily on the ground.
"Hey!" Little Loli lay on the roof and looked down, "You are really not afraid that I will sell her!"
Xing Lie waved his hand without looking back: "If you want to sell it, just sell him!"
The little Loli slapped her little head in frustration and muttered: "I have spent so much effort and toiled for so long, but I didn't make a penny. It's a big loss." After saying that, he sighed, got up and swayed, The body drew an arc in the air, like a little black swallow, disappearing through the rain curtain and disappearing into the night on the roof of the building.
The rain seems to be getting heavier at this time. Even in the daytime, the visibility will never exceed ten meters. Now it is really impossible to see even the five fingers.
Xing Lie carried Lu Jun¡¯s body and walked in the stormy night. The strong wind mixed with the rain hit his face a little painfully, and it also made him unable to open his eyes. But his figure was upright, and every foot he stepped on the ground was heavy and powerful.
Fat Shu was sitting in the car. He didn¡¯t see Xing Lie until he walked to the car. He opened the car window, widened his eyes and said, "Why are you"
Xing Lie opened the trunk, threw Lu Jun's body in with a bang, closed the trunk, and then got in the car: "Go to the County Square!"
I don¡¯t know when the storm finally stopped its raging. Linghe County, a small county, was full of water, and the deepest part reached the waist, but it still couldn¡¯t stop the determination of those adults to dance in the square. However, it can also be understood that it has been raining for four or five days, and it finally stopped early in the morning. I had to come out to get some air, and do a few jumps to stretch my muscles.
It¡¯s not completely bright yet. It¡¯s said that it rained too much last night and a transformer somewhere was struck by lightning. I don¡¯t know exactly where. Anyway, it was quite serious. There was no power in the County Square. No, the street lights are all dark. Now when someone comes across from you, you can only see a shadow. Only when you get closer can you see who it is.
Grandpas and aunties gathered from all directions in the county square, saying hello one by one, and then loud music started playing. Before she could even jump, because the ground was too slippery, an aunt fell to the ground with an ouch. Before anyone around her could help her up, the aunt let out another scream of terror.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?" An old man with white hair helped the aunt up in panic.
The aunt pointed to the flagpole not far away and said in a trembling voice: "Youlookwhere you are looking."
Everyone looked up and saw a dark object hanging on the top of the flagpole. It was just getting dark and it was hard to see what it was.
"I'll go over and take a look!" an old man said, and then walked over quickly. Soon, the old man ran back in panic, shouting as he ran.
¡°Quick, call the police, there¡¯s a person hanging up there.¡±
The piercing siren sounded in the morning after the rain. People who got up early for morning exercises and those who worked the morning shift stopped and stopped to watch. From a distance, I could see a dozen police cars with their lights flashing, approaching from a distance, roaring past.
At this time, the square was filled with people. They all looked up at the top of the flagpole, and they were talking one after another.
There was a sudden sound of braking, and someone shouted: "The police are coming." The crowd retreated to both sides like a tide, making way for a passage.
Xia Honglang got off the police car, but he did not walk over immediately. Instead, he quickly walked to the police car behind and wanted to open the door, but before he could reach out, the door had already opened. A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a police uniform and with a dark face came down.
This middle-aged man is Shang Lianqing, the director of the municipal bureau. After the shooting at Tianfu Hotel last night, he led the team down. He had no choice but to come down if he didn't want to. In a small Linghe County, multiple vicious criminal cases occurred in one day, which was definitely unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Shang Lianqing¡¯s eyes were bloodshot. Apparently, he had not slept all night: ¡°Da Min, seal off the scene and get the people down.¡±
"Yes!" Feng Limin, the leader of the Municipal Criminal Police Detachment, agreed and led his people to seal off the scene. Then he ordered two police officers to find the person who called the police to make a record. Several other police officers untied the ropes from the flagpole and slowly lowered the man hanging from it.
Shang Lianqing said to Xia Honglang: "Come on, let's go over and take a look! "
Xia Honglang nodded and followed Shang Lianqing. When he saw the body on the ground, his expression changed drastically and he said in disbelief: "Lu Jun?"
"Do you know each other?" Shang Lianqing frowned.
Xia Honglang took a deep breath. The corners of his eyes were beating wildly, and he had a very bad feeling in his heart. It was the uneasiness his son brought to him.
"We know him, Lu Changli's son!" After saying that, he looked up at the office building not far away.
Feng Limin was inspecting the body: "There are no obvious wounds on the whole body. The fatal wound was on the throat. The wound was about two centimeters long and four centimeters deep. The main artery in the neck was completely severed. The wound was neat and smooth, without any bruise, and the murder weapon was very sharp."
Feng Limin stood up and looked at Shang Lianqing solemnly: "Look at the wound, the murderer is skilled and killed with one blow." After speaking, he squatted down and stretched out his fingers to mark the wound: "The length of the wound is exactly two centimeters. , If it is not a coincidence, then the murderer"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Limin seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression changed: "Could it be him?"
Shang Lianqing looked at the wounds on the corpse and said thoughtfully: "This is exactly the same as Sun Shao's case five years ago. It seems that our trouble has really come." (Remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com