It’s not just Joan in a white sweater and Joan and Agumos in sweatshirts.

Although the passage was deserted at the moment, there were still some pedestrians who had witnessed this incident. At this moment, they looked at Agumos who fell to the ground in surprise.

Obviously, the newcomers didn't know who Agumos was, and they couldn't even see clearly what the two women and one man who were entangled looked like.

But suddenly one person pounces to attack, and then the other falls to the ground, which still makes people want to know what happened.

Seeing that pedestrians were already rushing over, the two Joans had different expressions and attacked Agumos. Joan frowned and looked quite irritable, while Joan wearing a white sweater gritted his teeth and turned around instantly.

Just ran back.

Sweatshirt Joan snorted slightly at this moment, but her expression soon changed slightly because she discovered that the Eye of Horus ring on her finger was missing.

When did it happen... was it when he was pushed to the ground and choked?

Is the target actually the ring on my hand?

The sweater Qiao An's eyes instantly turned cold. He took a step forward and caught up with the white sweater Qiao An who was fleeing in front of him.

"Hey! Don't go!!"

The two pedestrians had already rushed over, but when they saw Agumos lying on the ground, a closer look revealed that blood was pouring out of his abdomen. At this moment, they did not bother to catch up with the assailant woman and quickly called for help.

"Qiao An..."

Agumos fell to the ground in pain. In his hazy vision, the two Joans in front of him were chasing away one after another.

It seemed like they were all chasing something.

He has never seen Joan like this, when she said without emotion that she wanted to destroy everything, but she called her 'dear' at the same time.

It seems that everything has been lost, and the body is just an empty shell... just a moving corpse that seems to have rotted away long ago.

In a daze, Agumos slowly closed his eyes. He could no longer hear the shouts of the passersby around him, and his sight was shrinking little by little. In the end, he just saw the retreating figure of Qiao An, a sweater, until he disappeared... She was here

Chasing something.

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"The body is missing?"

The person in charge of the criminal police brigade who had just arrived here was extremely surprised at the moment. He was listening to a ridiculous report that there was actually a follow-up after the body of the victim disappeared in the bathroom.

That was when the forensic doctor came back again after searching around to see if there were any clues, and found that the blood stains that should have remained next to the body had disappeared.

The blood stains were not wiped away because the forensic doctor had used ultraviolet light to examine the blood stains and the blood stains had indeed disappeared!

Han Bingjiang is not awake yet, but the victim's body and blood stains have disappeared without a trace... If even the body cannot be found, how should Han Bingjiang be convicted?

Due to the disappearance of the body, the case instantly fell into a deadlock with no progress.

"Who is that? Is it Qiao An? Hasn't she appeared yet?" The head of the criminal police brigade asked helplessly at this time.

Because when I arrived, I got a rough idea of ​​what happened from the interrogator, and Han Bingjiang mentioned Qiao An again and again, that's why the police requested this search broadcast.

It may not be useful, but at least it will alarm people... If there is really any relationship between this case and this female star, there should be clues.

"Qiao An, no, but we just received a report of a malicious assault incident in the district. A foreign young man was stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp weapon, and the murder weapon was...a fork used for Western food!"

"Fork!" the captain was surprised.

Because according to the report, the murder weapon of the body that died in the bathroom was probably a fork used for Western food. Han Bingjiang was arrested because he wrapped the fork in blood-stained clothes and left it when it was broken.

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"Fork, corpse... blood stains..." The captain suddenly frowned, "Go and see if the blood stains on the clothes Han Bingjiang used to wrap the murder weapon are still there!"

"Ah?" The team members were stunned, but under the fierce gaze of the captain, they quickly followed the instructions.

The team member walked out quickly, and not long after, the team member hurriedly came back with a sealed bag and said in a panic: "Captain... the blood stains on the clothes are gone!"

"what happened?"

At this time, the captain couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise because he had already seen this piece of clothing as evidence once when he arrived, and it did have blood stains on it.

He can not trust his own eyes, because eyes will always make mistakes, but what if everyone's eyes are wrong?

"It's so weird..." He murmured to himself and suddenly said: "Who... who just attacked the foreign youth! Catch this person quickly! I have a feeling that the answer may lie with this person!

Move, move, move!!”

"yes!"

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Song Haoran walked casually inside the airport with Song Ying.

Song Haoran, who was always smiling, made Song Ying unable to detect any nervousness. In this regard, Song Ying felt that Song Haoran was somewhat similar to Luo Qiu.

Being easily anxious seems to have always been my fault. Even though I know I have this problem, I can't change it no matter what.

Sometimes it is really enviable, but other times it can also make people anxious.

"By the way, what's the name of that child?" Song Haoran suddenly stopped and asked Song Ying.

"You mean Paul?" Song Ying replied subconsciously.

Song Haoran nodded, then turned around instantly and walked towards a nearby staircase leading to the smoking room. Song Ying reluctantly followed, only to find that Song Haoran had arrived at a place selling cigarettes next to the smoking room.

Song Haoran was reaching out to twist the lock of the door behind the cigarette counter. However, within a split second, Song Haoran broke the lock core of the door lock and opened the door.

"Is that this?" Song Haoran pointed to the small room used to store sundries and cigarettes.

"Why are you here..." Song Ying was stunned.

Because in this small room, she suddenly saw the child named Paul, who was currently wrapped in a long black windbreaker.

This should be the one worn by Joan who took Paul away from them. At the same time, there was another woman in uniform in the small room.

I'm afraid he was an employee selling cigarettes here. He was knocked unconscious and placed in this same place.

"It seems like there's really nothing behind this matter that's that simple?" Song Haoran narrowed his eyes at this time and stared at Paul for a while, "The schoolbag is here too."

"So, Luo Qiu has already met Paul?" Song Ying was startled, frowning and said, "Has he been in contact with that Qiao An in black?"

"Maybe." Song Haoran nodded, then suddenly squatted down and opened Paul's schoolbag.

"Hey, don't rummage through other people's things, it's immoral!" Song Ying frowned.

Song Haoran said seductively: "Maybe there are clues. Don't you want to know why there are two Qiao An?"

Song Ying emmmmm.

But Song Haoran had already begun to flip through the contents of the schoolbag, which were only some very simple things. Drawing books, crayon bags, a small bag of gummy candies, and some scattered small items were not things worth studying.

Song Ying had seen this drawing book before, and Paul took it out and started drawing when he was in the guard room.

Luo Qiu picked it up and brought it over once, and seemed to have looked through it. Song Ying didn't pay much attention to it at that time. Seeing that Song Haoran was also flipping through it casually, he started to put the things that Song Haoran had dug out back into Paul's schoolbag.

"What's going on with this child?" But Song Haoran's face was full of surprise at this time.

"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.

Song Haoran opened one page of the painting book and placed it in front of Song Ying's eyes.

This painting is very simple, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as crude. However, when you carefully look at what it draws, you can't help but give people a chilling feeling.

In a room with black lines, a woman holds a knife in her hand, while another woman is lying on the ground... On the ground, a lot of color is spattered with red crayon.

The color of blood!

"How could this kid... draw such a picture..." Song Ying opened her lips slightly in surprise.

"Children can easily write down what they see."

Song Haoran said calmly: "We always feel that children can easily forget something. But it turns out that children can actually remember more things than adults, and they can even remember things for a lifetime."

"Then...then is this the process of murder?" Song Ying said in disbelief.

"Things seem to be getting very interesting." Song Haoran smiled at this time and looked at the sleeping Paul, seeming to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, Song Haoran picked up Paul and said to Song Ying: "Come, let's hide him first, maybe there will be some good show... Since we hid him here, he should be back soon."

"Ah, wait……"

Seeing that Song Haoran was already holding Paul and starting to hide somewhere, she remembered that Song Ying could only quickly put her schoolbag on her back, close the door of the storage room, then sighed and followed.

What can I say...it's never boring to be with Song Haoran.

But the fact that he likes to seek death is really tiring... Speaking of which, how did he find out that Paul was hidden inside?

The two quickly hid in the rest area outside the stairs, pretending to be tourists sleeping here.

Of course, Paul was hugged and covered with clothes.

"Is this useful?" Song Ying frowned and asked... This guy seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming out.

Did you agree to find Luo Qiu?

"Isn't someone here?" Song Haoran suddenly made a silencing gesture, and turned his head slightly, looking behind him.
To be continued...