While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 72 The Bizarre Case
In the early morning, Song He came to the club early, changed clothes and sat in the rest area, carefully experiencing the changes in his body.

Because constitution and physical strength are different, he focuses on the senses.

After feeling it for a while, Song He couldn't help but smile and nod. This physical enhancement made him smarter and sharper. At the same time, the enhancement of his internal organs also caused changes in various indicators of his body.

Today, he has a strong heartbeat, steady and long breathing, and the system has even adjusted the shape of his bones, making his body look more stretched and well-proportioned, not to mention the healthy feeling brought about by the strengthened organs. It made him feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Now that you're done warming up, move faster!" Fang Ming's voice came from far away, standing next to Song He and urging: "Come and fight!"

"Song He, you are finally back. Quickly clean up this scourge for us!" Feng Zhihui came to him with Fang Ming.

Song He turned around, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "Have you decided? No more choices?"

Feng Zhihui was taken aback, and immediately understood Song He's meaning, and said with a embarrassed smile: "It's settled, our personalities are suitable, our habits are similar, and the key three views are also the same. If we settle early, both parents will not worry."

"Well, I'll prepare a big red envelope for you later." Song He stood up, looked at Fang Ming, and said maliciously, "We're almost done, and you're the only one left."

"You're ashamed to say that it's almost the same, and you haven't held hands until now." Fang Ming's contempt was extremely natural and precise.

"Huh?" Song He wasn't angry, and after a little thought, he understood where Fang Ming knew the details, and said with a smile, "Your aunt isn't good at chattering enough, is she also good at gossip?"

"That's why I never tell her my secrets." Fang Ming entered the cage proudly.

"You can tell what secrets you have, just look at it." Song He said contemptuously, and walked in.

Feng Zhihui couldn't help laughing watching the two of them bickering and exchanging ideas.

The members who came afterward saw that the daily good show was staged in advance, so they didn't care to change their clothes. One by one, they stood outside the iron cage and loudly urged Song He to take care of Fang Ming.Among them, the man with the mustache yelled the loudest, making Song He fantasize about what Fang Ming had done to him.

At the same time, in a community in Nancheng District, a middle-aged man had just returned home from his night shift. After eating the breakfast prepared by his wife, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

However, just after closing his eyes for a while, the phone rang suddenly.He reached out to pick it up impatiently, but the other party hung up before he pressed the connect button.

Muttering something in a low voice, the man subconsciously glanced at the caller ID.

With just one glance, the fatigue and drowsiness he had accumulated all night on duty disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a bone-chilling chill and indescribable terror.

"O-wife, come on, come on."

When the man's voice came from the bedroom, the housewife's wife was in a daze on the sofa, with sadness on her face. After she heard her husband's voice, she calmed down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come here. I, my legs are weak and I can't stand up." The man responded incoherently.

When the woman walked into the bedroom, she saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed with a pale face, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and with a terrified expression, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? "

"It's not a nightmare." The man swallowed, picked up the phone, clicked on the call record and handed it to his wife, saying in a harsh voice, "Your dad is calling."

"Huh?" The woman was taken aback for a moment, and she picked up the phone in confusion, only to see a conspicuous missed call on her husband's phone:
Father-in-law (not connected)!

"My dad's phone number?" The woman screamed, almost throwing the phone away.

"Keep down, Lele is still sleeping." The man reminded softly.

The woman already had a worried and anxious expression on her face at this time. She quickly glanced in the direction of her son's bedroom, clutched her husband's cell phone tightly and said in confusion: "You said what my dad wanted to say when he called you? Is that there?" Bian is not doing well and wants us to burn something for him? Why doesn't he beat me?"

The man asked a series of questions and didn't know how to answer them. But looking at his wife's faintly red eyes, the man sighed helplessly: "It's all my fault, I was too slow."

"Mom and dad, what are you doing?"

A hoarse voice sounded, followed by a haggard-looking junior high school girl.

At this time, she was standing by the door of her parents' bedroom, looking at her anxious mother and bewildered father inexplicably, with question marks on her face.

The man sighed, but didn't know what to say.My daughter has a very good relationship with her father-in-law. Since her father-in-law was buried a few days ago, her daughter has been overly sad and sick, and has been recuperating at home.

The girl just sighed and didn't speak when she saw her father, so she looked at her mother and asked, "Mom, what's the matter?"

"Your grandfather called." The woman didn't think too much, she said it directly, and at the same time she gave her husband a complaining look: "But your father didn't answer."

"Huh? How is it possible?" The girl came to her mother, took the mobile phone from her mother, and was stunned: "It's really grandpa's phone!"

"Honey, why don't we do another ritual ceremony for Dad, and see what Dad wants."

"That's what I thought too, it's all my fault"

Before the husband and wife finished speaking, the girl's hoarse voice sounded again:

"Hey, hello, I'm calling the police."

No matter how strong Song He's senses are, he's not clairvoyant or sly. He doesn't know what's going on in a community a few kilometers away, but he can wait until he and Fang Ming finish their discussion and just change their clothes.

"I want a life in full bloom."

"Hello, Qin Yuan?"

"What did the police tell me to do?"

"Are you afraid? Afraid of looking for Brother Kai."

"Did he really say that before he left?"

"As expected, he deceives everyone he knows."

"Come and pick me up."

After hanging up the phone, Song He was dumbfounded: "A policeman like you is still afraid of ghosts?"

Ten minutes later, a worried Qin Yuan greeted Song He into the police car, and only then showed a reassuring expression.

"Xiao Qin, you are a police officer, you don't look good like this." Song He laughed, but understood.

After all, Qin Yuan is a non-military police major admitted to the police station, which is a civilian job, and he used to sit in an office.The first time I went to the police was to go to the airport with Song He to arrest people. I have very little experience in this area.In addition, he has a kind and honest personality, and there are always old police officers saying scary things to tease him, which makes him have stage fright when encountering special situations.

"Consultant Song, you don't know, this situation is too scary." Qin Yuan said with a bitter face, "And Zhou team said that they will come to you when they encounter difficult problems."

"Brother Kai's black belly has already reached my head." Song He shook his head with a smile, secretly wrote it down in the notebook in his heart, and asked casually, "What about Brother Hai?"

"Deputy Director Sun said Team Zhou is right." Qin Yuan stole a glance at Song He after speaking, but he didn't realize that Song He was writing and drawing again in the small notebook in his heart.

Soon, Qin Yuan rushed to the address provided by the caller, and after confirming that he had gone right, he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and a man with a tired face ushered the two into the house and told them the whole story.

Song He looked around while listening, and saw a mother and daughter sitting beside the man, whispering a few words from time to time.

It didn't take long for the man to explain what had happened, but Qin Yuan felt a little uneasy when he heard it, so he looked at Song He beside him.

Seeing this, Song He reassured him and asked, "You're not the one who reported the crime, right?"

"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, then glanced at his daughter and said, "Yes, it was my daughter who reported the case."

Song He looked at the girl and saw that she was looking at him curiously, so he praised him gently: "The little girl is good, she is very decisive in doing things."

"Officer, what do you mean?" The man felt that Song He's words seemed to have a subtext.

"I'm not a police officer, I'm a case consultant from the Nancheng District Police Station." Song He corrected the man's address and asked, "Is there a mobile phone among the funeral objects of the old man?"

The man quickly replied: "Yes. Not only the mobile phone, but also some books and handles that my father-in-law usually likes."

"Where is the cemetery?" At this moment, Song He had figured out what was going on, and a new task appeared in the system at the right time:

C-level mission: Tomb Raider (to be collected).

(End of this chapter)