In a police car.

Xue Fei was driving, and Deng Bin sat on the passenger seat and frowned and looked at the night passing by outside the window.

There are more and more mysteries, just like the moon hidden by the black haze, even the shadow is obscured.

In just one day, the case of corpse hiding was first built on the self-built building. At least three versions of the truth cannot be distinguished from the true or false.

Then, a story of "crazy people can be contagious" followed, which sounds even more bizarre and weird. I don't know how many versions of the story will appear later.

Well, there is another haunted house in the East Suburbs that hasn't been to see yet!

Deng Bin stroked the hair on his head, feeling that this was probably the last time he was accompanying him, and he was getting closer and closer to being completely bald.

In the back seat, Wang Yan and the "urn" sat side by side. She opened the terminal network app. "The Survival Guide of Suspense Authors" still had a single chapter of the comments, and no new chapters were released.

"Psychologist Chen Zhuo, living in the same community as Chen Chao, do you think this is a coincidence?" Deng Bin asked.

"It's not a coincidence. This just shows that Chen Zhuo and Chen Chao have many opportunities to contact and contact." Wang Yan expressed his inference: "I think we need to find Chen Zhuo first."

Xue Fei drove silently without saying a word.

"Go back and hand the ashes to the physical evidence center for identification." Deng Bin pondered for a while, then asked Xue Fei, "I forgot to ask you, what's going on with Jiao Kai?"

"I held him alone in a temporary detention room. It can be seen that his mood was much calmer." Xue Fei said: "I showed him the photos of Xia Nannan, but he said he didn't know him. I think he was lying."

Xue Fei recalled Jiao Kai's expression when he saw the photo and added: "I carefully observed his expression when he looked at the photo. There was a hint of horror in his eyes, but it didn't seem like identifying the murderer or accomplice, but it was more like reminiscing about the tragic situation of the deceased."

Deng Bin and Wang Yan were stunned at the same time.

"What do you mean is Jiao Kai thinks you gave him a photo of the deceased before his death?" Wang Yan said suspiciously.

"It must be my wrong feeling!" Xue Fei scratched the back of his head and added: "But I turned over Jiao Kai's first confession. His description of the body at that time was quite similar to Xia Nannan's figure!"

"Of course the deceased cannot be Xia Nannan." Xue Fei smiled awkwardly, denying some impossible "truth".

"Jiao Kai is still a breakthrough, and we still have to find a way to get more information from him." Deng Bin directly ordered without worrying about Xue Fei's wrong judgment.

"Also, have the footprints on the wall sent for inspection in the morning been found? " Deng Bin asked again.

"I haven't replied to me yet." Xue Fei replied: "When I go to the urn for testing later, I will urge the results."

The car is quiet again.

...

Rongchang Garden 313, 1004.

The newly renovated house is full of fresh and elegant plain wallpapers, and the background wall is a bright oil painting.

In the oil painting, there is a tall woman standing in the green mountains and waters, looking back and waving.

Wang Kang sat on the sofa, staring at the oil painting in a daze, and after a while the old-fashioned pendulum hanging on the wall pointed at 12 a.m.

The pendulum swung "dangdang" and a woman's voice came from the bedroom: "Wang Kang, I'll go to bed first!"

Wang Kang came to his senses, smiled and replied: "Okay, I'll wash up."

He stood up and went to the bathroom to burn a pot of hot water, walked out with a washbasin and sat on the edge of the sofa, took off his socks, and soaked his feet in.

The skin on the feet was soaked in hot water and turned red and swollen. Wang Kang kept picking off the dead skin from the soles of his feet, and used his heels to collide with his heels on the ceramic tiles, making a "dongdongdongdongdongdong" sound.

Suddenly, he stopped and his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a circle of black marks on the inner ankle, which slowly blew open under the fumigation of hot water, like a melted pool or ink. Wang Kang touched it with his finger, and it was a bit sticky.

"When did you get this?"

Wang Kang picked up the socks and saw a thin black mark on the neckline of the socks, as thin and black as a woman's hair.

Wang Kang's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were staring towards the ground with stiff eyes.

...

Downstairs 313.(904)

Coke stepped on the table, and his belly cracked and wriggled silk thread sucked and spit out white powder, and a glass bead fell on the white powder together.

Chen Chao squeezed the powder and wanted to taste it, but in the end he felt it was too heavy, so he swept it into the trash can.

"In the future, don't take such things that may be 404 to your home."

Chen Chao looked at the little face of the bottle cap, took out another big wine glass and filled it with coke and pushed it over.

"However, your initiative is still worthy of praise."

The bottle cap pouted, and the whole body grabbed the mouth of the cup and rolled in. The whole body was soaked and dyed black, leaving only a small head exposed outside, and bubbles were spitting outwards.

"Um~~~p~~"

【Bottle caps have a favorable impression of you 3↑】

Chen Chao looked at the bottle cap with relief. It was worth his care. He was a child who knew how to be grateful!

After getting the bottle cap with half a cup of Coke, Chen Chao took out the bank card and threw it back to Xia Nannan, saying hypocritically: "You still have to bring a bank card when you go out. From now on, you will go back to the sports car every day to pay a certain salary. Save the rest to yourself as private money!"

Xia Nannan picked up the bank card and stared at Chen Chao suspiciously. She didn't believe that Chen Chao was so generous.

Sure enough, the numbers reported by Chen Chao in the next second made her mouth curl a sarcastic curve.

(ps: This chapter discusses specific numbers!)

Close the bedroom door, Chen Chao first opened the computer and looked at the data in the writer's backstage.

There is no way, this kind of thing is like being addicted. If you don’t click on it for a while, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

bite!

bite!

Two message prompts from within the site!

"Ouch?!!"

Chen Chao licked his lips. There are many types of website shortcuts that can arrive in the new book upload period, such as "chapter blocking", "404 notice", and "site advertisement", but just passed the review and then two more items came together, so there was only one possibility.

——The signing station is short!

Two fresh short corpses were standing in the snow-white and empty interface, and Chen Chao roughly tore open the wrapped clothes, revealing the carefully edited "fresh meat" inside.

Article 1: Your editor is paying attention to the work. Please continue to update it during the work being followed!

Article 2: Your work "Guide to Survival of Suspense Authors" has been reviewed and has met the signing standards. If you have an intention to sign, please contact the editor-in-chief qqxxxxxxxxx as soon as possible.

As an old fan, Chen Chao is very clear about the signing process of the terminal network. In the first article, the station has confirmed that it can sign the contract, locked the corresponding editor, and then the formal signing station will be shorted for a period of time. To put it bluntly, the lady from the family is trying to refuse and pretends to behave.

Chen Chao glanced at the short interval between the two stations, with a difference of 27 seconds, which means he couldn't wait to urinate!

"Wow~ I want to sign me so impatiently!"
Chapter completed!