purple mist

In a dark alley, two people smoking cigarettes were head to head, looking at the photos on their mobile phones.Another youth in ripped jeans did a 'tap dance' as if standing on top of a red-hot wok.

"Jianguo, shall we... shall we still follow?" He was so cold that his mouth was numb, and he asked with his tongue out.

The person known as Brother Jian gave him a gloomy look, and said angrily, "Would you like to see me?"

The ripped jeans smiled awkwardly, and said tremblingly, "Well, this volume is already in the subway, and I'm looking at the tires that are bursting into flames."

Brother Jian took out a lighter from his pocket to light a cigarette, took a puff and said: "Forget it, Brother Xing just said to follow him, at least I took a few photos, and I have a friend when I go back... umm!!!"

On the sidewalk opposite, an old man walked home holding his granddaughter's hand, and the little girl was still holding a half-eaten candied haws on a skewer.She looked across the road with big purple grape-like eyes, tugged at Grandpa's hand, and said crisply: "Grandpa, a sack monster just lured uncle away."

"Ah?" The old man stretched his neck inexplicably and looked at the direction pointed by his granddaughter's little finger. He saw a cigarette butt blown out by the cold wind on the ground. There was no monster or uncle there.

"There are no monsters, it's because you read it wrong." The uncle bent down and hugged his granddaughter, and asked as he walked, "You want to hear stories about monsters. Grandpa has a basket."

"..."

And the legendary car with sparking tires is running on the road at high speed.

"Officer Lu, you...you have something to say!"

Xue Han's face turned green, and he watched helplessly as the car next to him almost clung to his face and backed away.

This is not driving, this is killing your life.

But Lu Wei's expression was also extremely ugly, his hands were tightly clenched on the steering wheel, and the pointer on the instrument panel was moving more and more to the right, as if he wanted to charge forward.

"you……!!!"

"Wu Qingqing was killed."

"what?!"

Lu Wei's heavy words directly poured a spoonful of hot oil into Xue Han's churning stomach. His brain even shut down for a few seconds before he realized that he had started to retch.

"Be patient." Lu Wei frowned, his deep pupils swept past the ambulance speeding by in the oncoming lane.

The red and blue intertwined lights, accompanied by the whistling sound of the whistle, seemed to weigh heavily on Lu Wei.

Incense room.

Yunye's face was pale, his lips were tightly drawn, and the wounds on his arms had been simply bandaged. A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes were darkly looking at Chai Fangjun who was kneeling on the ground.

Her hands were bound, her hair was disheveled, and she looked blankly at a pool of sticky blood splattered in front of her, and a chef's knife stained with bright red.

The painful scream seemed to be still echoing in Yunye's ears, he closed his eyes in pain, and turned his head sideways, not wanting to look at Chai Fangjun again.

Lu Wei came even faster than Zhang Shun.

"What's the situation?" He stopped outside the bloodstains, and asked in a deep voice to the nearby police who arrived first, and he didn't forget to raise his hand to stop Xue Han who was still swaying forward.

The two policemen are quite old, and usually only care about petty theft and the like. Obviously, they have never seen such a bloody battle, especially when they received the alarm and broke in. The tragic situation was too horrifying, and they couldn't help turning pale , but still conscientiously controlled Yunye and Chai Fangjun one by one, keeping the scene from being destroyed.

"Are you from the Criminal Investigation Team?" An old policeman had a lot of blood on his shirt, his eyes lit up when he saw Lu Wei.

Lu Wei took out his ID card neatly, and motioned to the two policemen.

Another younger policeman finally breathed a sigh of relief, pouted at Chai Fangjun, and quickly said: "We received a report that someone had wounded someone with a knife in Xiyuan villa. When we arrived, the injured person was in shock. It took a lot of effort to restrain this crazy old lady."

He glanced across Chai Fangjun quietly, then looked back inadvertently, and asked while scanning the scene, "Wounded?"

"Ah." The old policeman nodded embarrassingly, and said, "The two of us thought that people had..."

He glanced at the silent Yun Ye, and continued: "Fortunately, 120 came very quickly, and we immediately took measures to stop the bleeding and sent them back to the hospital for emergency treatment."

"So there is still help?"

Xue Han, who hadn't spoken since he followed Lu Wei into the villa, suddenly interjected in a rather heartless tone.

"you!!!!"

Yunye turned his head abruptly, glaring at Xue Han who was leaning against the wall expressionlessly.

The old policeman also frowned, feeling a little shy about Xue Han's words, but he pushed the furious Yunye back to his original place and asked, "Who is this?"

As a result, Lu Wei did not respond to him, and seemed to be concentrating on observing his surroundings.

"Passerby A." Xue Han lazily hooked the corner of his lower lip, but his eyes were icy cold. He looked directly at Yunye's anger, and said in a low voice, "Am I right? Yunye."

Yunye's pupils trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth, and finally turned his head away.The eye sockets were reddened visible to the naked eye.

acquaintance?The two policemen were stunned for a moment.

However, the conversation between the few people seems to be very far away for Chai Fangjun at this moment. She is like an old marionette, covered in other people's blood, standing there in a daze, waiting for someone to command her.

The night was unexpectedly long, as if every second was dragged infinitely, blurring Chai Fangjun's memory.

But it also brought back those days that she hadn't recalled for many years.

A single mother's life is as difficult as it is, as happy as it is.

Because the child only sees her, she has become the god in the mouth of his daughter Chai Xi.

Seeing that Chai Xi grew more and more like her, Chai Fangjun couldn't help feeling bitter.

There are some people who like to trample on beautiful things.

Chai Fangjun himself has endured it.So she hoped that Chai Xi was just an ordinary-looking little girl, and that in the future, there would be an equally ordinary-looking man to love and protect her.

Her hope was in vain, Zhou Duofu, the twisted son of a wealthy businessman, followed her and his daughter Chai Xi.

Will not.

She embraced luck.

Chai Xi just sneaked out to play as usual, and she will come back before dark, sticking out her tongue and telling herself that mom is sorry.

But Chai Xi didn't come back that day, and Chai Fangjun finally paid a heavy price for every luck he had.

From that day on, branches grew out of her body, and she grew into the appearance of her daughter Chai Xi, laughed and smashed Zhou Duo's body with her, lived with her in a dark prison cell, and led her Back into the sun again.

Finally, Chai Xi handed her a knife...

But what happened?

occur……

Chai Fangjun, who had been stiff for a long time, suddenly felt a teardrop rolling down her eye socket, a fishy sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood gushing out. Before her eyes were cloudy, the grown-up neighbor seemed to be screaming again. She said "Aunt Chai".

I'm sorry, I instigated you to hurt others.

sorry……

She wanted to speak, but she didn't have any strength, and fell into an endless darkness.

……

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning broke through the cold, the city police station did not feel warm.

On the third day after the female anchor Chu Siqi was murdered, the suspect Chai Fangjun died.

Wu Qingqing, who was stabbed by Chai Fangjun, was lying in the ICU at the moment, not completely out of danger.

Chai Fangjun died so suddenly that many things were shrouded in fog.

In the meeting room, the gloomy and dull atmosphere continued.

A wall of photos, every detail has been over and over again.

However, all analysis seems to be in vain after the fingerprint and DNA detection——

Chu Siqi's DNA was also detected on the chef's knife Chai Fangjun used to stab Wu Qingqing.

But the fingerprints belonged only to Chai Fangjun.

——This knife is most likely the weapon that killed Chu Siqi.

According to Yun Ye's account, he and Wu Qingqing brought Chai Fangjun to his home, and the three of them drank tea in the incense room, and when he went out to answer the phone, he heard his girlfriend's screams and cries of pain.

When he hurried back to the incense room, Wu Qingqing was already lying in a pool of blood, but Mr. Chai Fang went crazy and wanted to stab Wu Qingqing with a knife that came from nowhere.

The nanny at home called the police, and Yunye was stabbed several times by Chai Fangjun for protecting Wu Qingqing.

Several members of the criminal investigation team had their own thoughts and thought about all possibilities, but found that the most convincing one was that Chai Fangjun was the murderer of Chu Siqi.

Lu Wei's eyes were heavy, his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and his attention was focused on the photo of the incense room.

On the Buddhist altar, Guanyin still hangs the great compassion of saving all sentient beings, but the lotus seat is unfortunately stained with blood.

Fairy and strange.

"A half-old lady who still carries a knife all day long? Aren't you surprised?"

Ok?

Zhang Shun, who had dark circles under his eyes, was taken aback, and turned his stiff neck to the corner of the meeting room, only to see a non-staff member—Xue Han nestled there.

His complexion didn't seem to be very good either, he was even more pale as he nestled in the corner of the dimly lit wall.

Wang Hong was even more startled, and jumped up from his chair: "You you you you you you!! When were you there?! This is our internal meeting room!"

Xue Han rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes, ignoring Wang Hong's surprise, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and continued to say quietly: "According to what you just said, the knife that killed Chu Siqi has never been found. This old lady named Chai Fangjun, as the number one suspect, was interrogated three times and three times out of the police station, how could she hide a murder weapon under your noses?"

In contrast, Chen Bingrui was much calmer. He raised his hand and closed his wide-open chin, and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

"The murder weapon was originally in this incense room."

At this time, Lu Wei's voice suddenly sounded.

Just in the incense room? !

Xue Han seemed to scoff at Lu Wei's rush to answer, and snorted coldly.

Zhang Shun was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around to look at the photos of the incense room.

When everyone was carefully inspecting the photos inside the incense room, Lu Wei quietly turned his head, and his deep gaze happened to collide with Xue Han in the corner.

Xue Han, who was forced to be a pendant for a day and a night, squinted his eyes in a state of irritability, and finally had the opportunity to silently shout to Lu Wei: I'm starving to death soon.