global pollution

You must know that the five of them had just been invited by their parents in the morning, and he was in a bad mood, but Xu Qiang hadn't come to school at this time, and he couldn't find a target to bully others to vent.

"Why is it not serious, I feel very good, the way of teaching is much more interesting."

Dongmei, who was sitting in front of him, turned her head and said, "Wen Ruo, do you think so?"

Zheng Wenruo was staring at the door of the classroom in a daze and didn't hear them talking.

"Wen Ruo?"

Dongmei stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

……

……

"Dong dong!"

"Come in."

"Director Yuan, I want to check a student's home address."

"Ok?"

Director Yuan looked away from a form, saw Xia Ren and Liu Xiuxiu both entered the office, and pushed his glasses: "What's wrong?"

"The student we met yesterday, Xu Qiang, didn't come to class today. Teacher Bi said that she called Xu Qiang's home, but no one answered. I was worried about something and wanted to go and have a look."

"But you still have a few verses..."

Director Yuan was halfway through talking, and then remembered that Xia Ren and the others were not here to teach seriously. He slapped his head and said, "Okay, I'll look for it for you."

"Do you want me to let Teacher Bi go with you? After all, she is the head teacher, and Xu Qiang's parents may not know you."

Director Yuan handed Xia Ren the address and said.

"no need."

Xia Ren rejected Director Yuan's proposal, and then said to Liu Xiuxiu: "You go back to class too, I'll just go and see for myself, and I'll call you guys if anything happens."

"But……"

Liu Xiuxiu looked hesitant.

"Don't worry, everyone can't leave the school."

This time Liu Xiuxiu didn't say anything.

Xia Ren showed his teacher ID and left the school gate, found his Mercedes-Benz on a nearby parking lot, and then went to the community a few kilometers away according to the address.

Although it rained last night, the dark clouds in the sky did not dissipate. Standing downstairs, Xia Ren smelled an ominous smell of blood in the damp air.

He went upstairs directly. Since it was Tuesday, most of the residents had gone to work, and he didn't meet anyone on the way. Only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the corridor.

On the eleventh floor, room 1102, the smell of blood is constantly overflowing from the crack in the door.

Xia Ren frowned, calmed down, and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered.

He bent down, his eyes met the cat's eye of the door, the curtains of the balcony were drawn, and he could only see a dim entrance.

"anyone there?"

He asked a symbolic question, then took out a coward's ear pick and inserted it into the keyhole.

After the shock, the door lock bounced open, and a strong smell of blood rushed over in an instant.

"Is Xu Qiang at home?"

He turned on the light in the living room, and saw half-frozen black blood all over the floor.

A woman in her 40s was lying in front of the sofa with her limbs struggling. Beside her was the body of a man also lying on the floor. Behind her, a fruit knife was inserted to the end.

The surrounding furniture is neatly arranged, indicating that there was no fight when they died.

A pair of bloody footprints spread from the living room to the bedroom door next to it, and they were stepped on with bare feet.

"It really happened."

Seeing this situation, Xia Ren took out his mobile phone and did not rush to call the police, but first told Liang Wan and the others.

"This should be Xu Qiang's parents. The size of the bloody footprints does not match their body shape. It may be Xu Qiang's."

He knelt down and turned the woman's head with his palm, it was very stiff, maybe it died last night.

Because of lying on the ground, the woman's face has turned dark purple, her mouth is open, her eyes are wide open, and she is dying.

Then with the overhead light, she saw a horrific gash on the woman's neck, and it looked like the murderer had done more than just cut it.

On the other side, the man was still wearing a suit, and there were more than a dozen stab wounds on the back of his clothes, but none in front of him, proving that the murderer attacked him from behind.

"Tsk, that's cruel."

Through the scenes at the scene, Xia Ren can probably imagine the murder process.

The woman died first, and then the husband came back from get off work, saw this scene, rushed to the living room, knelt down in front of his wife, and then the murderer stood behind him, holding a fruit knife.

"puff"!

The next step is the process of making up the knife, and every knife is very hard.

"Then the murderer is in the bedroom."

Xia Ren clapped his hands, stood up, and pushed open the door following the bloody footprints.

Xu Qiang, who had met yesterday, lay flat on the bed, his hands were naturally placed by his sides, and his palms were covered with blood.

"There is a faint smell of pollution."

Huge tentacles protruded from the back of Xia Ren's head. Holding the coward's ear pick in his hand, he walked forward slowly.

Xu Qiang was completely cold, and there was an obvious strangle mark on his neck.

Seeing his expression, Xia Ren couldn't help constricting his pupils, and his sanity dropped by seven or eight points in an instant.

Xu Qiang closed his eyes, but a strange arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

He is laughing.