The firefly-like light could not support the darkness of the night. The young girl's messy footsteps hit the uneven floor tiles due to disrepair. Suddenly, she tripped up by something under her feet, and she knelt heavily on the ground.

The summer night was as hot as a steamer. Li Qian gasped violently, and her fingers twisted her clothes nervously.

She heard her violent heartbeat and the footsteps of another person.

Only old-style, soft-soled cloth shoes make that kind of "rustling" sound. Listen carefully, the man's footsteps were a little slow, rubbing on the ground one by one, as if his legs were not good.

Li Qian suddenly turned around, but there was nothing behind her except the little bugs jumping under the light.

She looked pretty and was originally a beautiful girl, but she had disheveled hair, her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, her lips were as pale as her face, and she looked limited in any case.

Slowly, she showed a strange expression, as if she was sneering, and like resentment, but there was an indescribable fear mixed in it.

"Don't bother me..." She stood up suddenly and bit her back teeth and said, "I can get rid of you once, and I can get rid of you the second time."

The footsteps stopped.

Li Qian rolled up the top's sleeves, and her fair arms had goose bumps. On the stuffy midsummer night, it seemed that something invisible made her feel cold.

She picked up a brick from the ground, and the footsteps like maggots rushed from all directions, but she couldn't see anything.

The most terrible thing is to see nothing.

Li Qian screamed, holding bricks and slapped and fanning in the air.

The bricks in her hand became heavier and heavier, and the sand and stones made her palms hurt. She was exhausted, her eyes turned black, and she bent down, and her hands were supported on her bent knees, gasping for breath, and her eyes fell on the ground inadvertently.

Then, Li Qian's pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body trembled violently. The brick in her hand fell to the ground, hitting the toe exposed in her sandals. But she seemed to have no idea, and took two steps back with difficulty. Her knees suddenly became soft and she fell to the ground.

Shadow...is a shadow!

The street light was right in front of her. How could there be such a clear shadow in the place where there is light under the light?!

It was like a pot of ink stains poured on the ground. I don’t know how long it had been "seeing" her.

Li Qian collapsed on the ground, but the shadow was standing.

Are you in a good state? Why are you afraid of shadows when you are in a good state?

She seemed to hear a sharp laugh.

In the early morning, it was less than five o'clock, and the phone on the bedside table rang like a soul.

Zhao Yunlan worked overtime all night, but after he got home, he didn't take off his clothes and rolled onto the bed. He felt that he had just lying down and was called again.

He opened his eyes expressionlessly, his heavy eyelids outlined his double eyelids, and he stared at his ceiling almost hatred for a while. After three seconds, he sat up like a corpse, strolling around with all his brains, stretched out his arms to grab the cell phone on the bedside table.

Zhao Yunlan's room was a kind of unforgettable chaos. Even dogs would protest when they said it was a dog's kennel.

The clothes were thrown all over the bed, and I don’t know if I was going to wear them or wash them. The large double bed was filled with all kinds of debris, which was beyond the imagination of mortals. The laptop wrapped in a corner with a single sock was not counted, and sunglasses and umbrellas were barely understood, but the big hat folded with white paper and the big can of cinnabar were very puzzled. These things were crowded into a ball, leaving him a nest that could allow him to lie in. It was probably he who dug it himself before he lay down.

Zhao Yunlan's expression was very smelly, as if he was about to curse the next second, but when he answered the phone, his tone was very normal, and he was obviously used to this kind of thing: "What happened again?"

Wang Zheng's voice came out of the microphone and said concisely: "The dead are dead."

"when?"

"It was not last night or early this morning, just now."

"where?"

“University Road.”

"Um..." Zhao Yunlan rubbed his face with a ferocious expression, "Let Lao Chu go there first."

"Chu Shuzhi went on a business trip to Xiangxi."

"Where is Lin Jing?"

"Secondated by the underworld."

"Fuck, then Zhu Hong... Okay, Zhu Hong needs to be said. Yesterday, the moon was full and she asked for leave. Who else is there?"

"Me," said Wang Zheng, "but the sun is about to come out, and I'm going to get off work soon. There are also Daqing and the new intern Guo Changcheng..."

Zhao Yunlan yawned and said weakly: "You ask Daqing to accompany the interns to see and give the child a chance to exercise."

"Intern Guo Changcheng can't go anywhere now," Wang Zheng said bluntly, "When he came to report last night, he was shocked. He might have fallen asleep after he fainted, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"..." Zhao Yunlan asked, "What's scared to death?"

"Old Wu and I." Wang Zheng reported in a straightforward manner, and finally concluded, "I said I had asked you to find a professional shroud shop to make Lao Wu a body. Zhu Hong's hands are even more stupid than his feet, and the sandbags sewn are exposed. The paper people are like everything, but they don't look like humans."

Zhao Yunlan sat beside the bed for a while, and finally sighed: "I came forward and didn't meet the procedures, for fear of scaring others... but there is no other way. I'll go over and take a look later. You ask Daqing to wait for me."

He hung up the phone, finished washing three minutes, and then drove to the university road.

After passing the intersection, Zhao Yunlan had just slowed down when a black shadow fell from the sky. He saw a round animal like a grenade and rushed to the front cover of his car, so he couldn't make a hole in the hood.

Zhao Yunlan quickly braked suddenly, and his head stretched out of the window, and he sucked his teeth in pain: "This is called a motor vehicle, a means of transportation, not a litter box! Can you always take it easy?"

On the front cover of the car was a black cat. It had a very gentle neck, and a furry ball-like persimmon cake face on its neck. Its ball-shaped body looks like the African brother of Garfield at first glance.

I saw it crossed its hind legs and tried hard to tighten its abdomen. Only then did it overcome all difficulties and stretched its front legs, which were slightly shorter than its belly, and maintained a very dignified sitting position for the cat.

The big cat with persimmon cake face looked left and right, and found that there was no one nearby, so her beard trembled, she slowly opened her mouth, and spit out a slightly low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, get off the bus quickly - don't you smell this?"

There was indeed an indescribable stench in the air, comparable to a biological weapon. Zhao Yunlan parked the car on the side of the road, reached out to cover his nose, frowned and asked the cat: "It's so smelly, did you put it?"

The big black cat disdained him and jumped off the hood of his car with thunder, aimed his big fat butt at him, and walked forward with a domineering standard cat step.

Several police cars had been parked across the road, and staff pulled a cordon at the entrance of a small alley.

Zhao Yunlan groped for a long time before she found a broken work permit from her pocket. The little policeman guarding next to the cordon turned his back to the crime scene with a curious back. After taking it, he only had time to take it and swept his work permit back to Zhao Yunlan's arms. Then he couldn't help but run away and spit on the wall.

Zhao Yunlan grabbed his chicken coop head with a pig and dog, and was very surprised: "Is my inch of jade photo so disgusting?"

The black cat took him a few steps ahead. Seeing that he was still talking nonsense, he couldn't help but turn around and blew his hair and sent him a long syllable "meow" with hair.

"Okay, okay, serious business - Oh, fuck, this smell, you will kill ten steps." Zhao Yunlan bent over and crawled through the warning.

As soon as he showed up, someone came out from the room, covered his nose with a tissue, and asked in a muffled voice: "Are you a comrade from the Special Investigation Office here?"

In the public security system, everyone knows that there is such a mysterious department called the "Special Investigation Office".

Their department level is not low, but no one knows what these people do and what constitutions they have. Anyway, every time a special investigation office comes, the superiors will directly issue notices, and no one has room for protest.

But their people didn't come, so there was no place to invite them.

They belong to the public security system, sometimes they are free from the public security system, with strict organization and completely opaque case handling procedures. The media does not undergo special approval, and usually they cannot even find people from the special investigation office, let alone follow up interviews.

No one knows how their prosecution process went. In short, when the case was handed over, it was like entering a black box, and only a foggy closing report was disclosed to the public.

Sometimes, the staff of these special investigation offices are even more confusing than those unsolved cases.

Their case closing report is detailed, the cause, process, result, the identity of the suspect, the arrest situation and even the arrest process are all explained clearly, with rigorous logic and clear format, so that people will definitely not find any fault.

The only suspicion is that the prisoners were all dead when the case was closed.

Although most of the cases that come to them are serious cases with extremely serious circumstances, most of the suspects are considered dead, but... this is a bit too coincidental.

At this time, the old detective who was responsible for organizing the investigation on the spot was an elderly detective. His surname was Yang. While shook hands with Zhao Yunlan enthusiastically, he looked at the person carefully with a little curiosity and asked politely: "What's the name?"

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Yunlan, just call me Xiao Zhao."

Old Yang was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that the person who came was the current director of the Special Investigation Department. He saw that Director Zhao was less than 30 years old. Compared to his level, he was a little young, tall, slender, and very upright. At first glance, he looked like a flat model in a men's clothing advertisement. His shirt was wrinkled, with two buttons on the top, half of the hem was stuffed into the waist of the pants, and half fell out. In addition, his head was messy with hair like a nest that had just been laid, which looked a bit unkempt.

But the level of others is there, not to mention the unkempt appearance, even if you go out naked, the people below have to praise Zhao Chu to lead the fashion trend.

Old Yang said "Ouch": "You are Chu Zhao! This... this, you see that I am clumsy, I really didn't expect our leader to be so young and promising..."

Zhao Yunlan was obviously very accustomed to this trick, so he followed suit and made a few fancy words.

At this time, a "person" became impatient. With a "meow" sound, Lao Yang lowered his head and saw a black shadow. He was so thunderous that he could not hide his ears. He rubbed his clothes and climbed onto the man's shoulders two or three times, following Zhao Yunlan's trousers' legs, and slid his clothes all the way up to the man's shoulders.

It was a black cat with green eyes. Logically speaking, the black cat that appeared at the murder scene sounded very strange, but because this "weird" cat was so rich, when he saw it, somehow, awe and horror would automatically turn into worry about its excessive cholesterol.

Lao Yang stared at it for a moment: "This...this..."

Zhao Yunlan embarrassedly carrying the pants that were almost pulled down by the fat cat, and laughed dryly: "This is our cat director. He usually catches work very tightly. When he sees us talking, he is unwilling to do so."

Lao Yang: “…”

The black cat sniffed and said "meow" ignorantly, and his big thick tail swung over Zhao Yunlan's shoulder impatiently, and proudly raised his neck - this was a bit difficult, its neck was really difficult to locate.

Zhao Yunlan understood and reached out and pulled out a kitten card from the black cat's neck. After finally separating it from the fat meat and long hair around it, he handed it to Lao Yang: "This is a special licence for the Special Investigation Office, which is equivalent to our work permit. Approval of it can enter and exit any scene. Don't worry, the old cat is sensible and will not cause trouble."

Lao Yang: “…”

He finally began to feel that this was a bit nonsense.

After a while, Director Zhao, who was at the level of the official position, held the cat and walked around to the scene with Lao Yang.

The more you go, the more stinky it smells richer.

I saw a female corpse lying in the narrow alley. She was wearing a cultural shirt with the words "Longcheng University Welcome New Year" and her scattered eyes were wide open, like a large doll with cotton wool. Her limbs were arranged in the word "big", her mouth was opened, and her abdomen was cut open by some sharp weapon, and the internal organs were empty.

Lao Yang covered his nose with a tissue again, and his facial features were wrinkled into a ball, looking so entangled that he couldn't leave.

The fat cat on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder meowed for a long time, jumped to the ground, circled around the body twice, and finally stopped in a place, squatted there, looking up at Zhao Yunlan, a drug-killed dog that was well-trained as if it had been found.

Zhao Yunlan walked over, took out a pair of wrinkled gloves from her wrinkled pocket, touched the cat squatted down, and then carefully lifted one of the arm of the body.

Old Yang stretched his neck and saw half a bloody handprint in the place blocked by the corpse.

That is definitely not a human handprint. The slap is only as big as a child, but the fingers are at least twenty centimeters long. Lao Yang has been an old detective all his life and has never seen anything like this before.

He was stunned when he suddenly heard Zhao Yunlan say in a rare and serious voice: "From now on, the case will be transferred to the Special Investigation Office, and the subsequent procedures will be completed within two working days."
Chapter completed!