I have been following you

Fang Yi has lived for 37 years, and he has heard countless jokes, none of which are as ridiculous as the one he heard just now.

Zhao Dalong's lips trembled, "Officer Fang, what I said is true! It was really a text message from my elder brother!"

Fang Yi smoked a cigarette, "You mean your elder brother climbed up the flagpole and hanged himself to death, then climbed down the flagpole by himself, ran to the room in front of the school and took his cell phone to send you a text message, telling you that he is so cold ?”

"I don't know... I don't know..." Zhao Dalong stared at his eyes, bloodshot eyes, "He said he was so cold, Officer Fang, my brother, what time did my brother die? It was in the morning, right?"

His face was pale, he was clenching his hands tightly, looking at Fang Yi pitifully and desperately, his whole body was in a state of madness.

Fang Yitan dropped the cigarette ash, his tone remained unchanged, "It's early in the morning, the laboratory has been confirmed, Zhao Dalong, I suggest you go see a doctor."

There is something wrong with this young man's affection.

Zhao Dalong roared loudly, "I'm not crazy!"

He rushed over to grab Fang Yi's arm, and shouted hysterically, "My elder brother must have died in the morning, you lied, I want to sue you, sue you—"

Fang Yi's forehead twitched, "Whatever."

Zhang Dahu's case was taken over by him, and all the information confirmed that he died in the early hours of the morning, the cause of death was suffocation and suicide.

A guy who died in the early hours of the morning texted at [-]:[-] a.m. saying he was cold, what a fucking bullshit!

Fang Yi suddenly slapped his forehead, and he immediately went to look at Zhang Dahu's cell phone. The cell phone still had one battery left, and it was quite new. Except for 10086 and some notification messages, there was nothing else in it.

After taking off his gloves, Fang Yi fell into deep thought. When he returned to the office, there was no one there.

Fang Yi asked, "Where is Zhao Dalong?"

Everyone who was discussing the case shook their heads, not knowing.

Zhao Dalong was sitting in the back of the taxi, lying on his lap, the fear on his face getting deeper and deeper.

He and Zhang Dahu are stepbrothers. When his mother took him to another house, he was six years old. At that time, he met Zhang Dahu, who was five years older than him.

They fought a lot when they were young, and they fought a lot when they grew up, and they never got along.

Especially after he got married, Zhang Dahu couldn't understand him even more.

Zhao Dalong frantically convinced himself over and over again that there must be an error in the mobile company or the phone, and the time to send the text message was delayed.

When he got home, there was a black and white photo in the main room, it was his mother, and Zhang Dahu was next to him, usually he didn't feel it when he saw it, but today it was very scary.

Laughter came from the room to the left of the door, and when Zhao Dalong entered, he saw his stepfather drinking tea alone at the table, still muttering, "Okay, Dad will."

Zhao Dalong was stiff all over, he squeezed out a few words, "Dad, who are you talking to?"

Zhang Genfa looked at him strangely, "Your brother, didn't you see it?"

A chill crawled up from the soles of his feet, Zhao Dalong trembled, "He is dead."

"Dalong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Genfa slapped the table angrily, and he pointed, "Isn't your brother standing there? He's fine, why are you cursing him to death?"

Zhao Dalong stared straight at the void.

"It's just in time for you to come back." Zhang Genfa said, "Your brother said he didn't know the way and wanted you to go with him, so pack up quickly."

Zhao Dalong couldn't take it anymore, he screamed and ran out madly.

Fang Yi in the bureau was notified and rushed over. Zhao Dalong was dead and crossed the road.

From the surveillance, it looks like someone is pushing him onto a big truck.

Fang Yi squatted on the ground, sweating all over, and he didn't know if it was blown by the cold wind, or what happened, his whole body was cold.

It's fucking evil.

The news about Zhao Dalong reached Ji Shao at noon the next day, and he felt terrified. His elder brother Zhang Dahu died a few days later, and his younger brother also died. It was as if they wanted to be companions together.

"Ji Shao, what are you thinking? If you don't eat the fritters, they will rot."

Chen Hao on the opposite side reminded him while eating the casserole.

Ji Shao used chopsticks to push away the limp fritters on top, scooped up some vermicelli, and when he put it in his mouth, he could smell the spicy taste, and he didn't want to eat it anymore.

Cui Yu next to him glanced, "How about we eat instead?" He smiled and said, "I want something spicy."

Ji Shao pushed the bowl, "Then here you are."

Cui Yu gave Ji Shao his untouched Yangzhou fried rice, "You eat this."

He stirred the boiled chili oil a few times, bowed his head and ate it bit by bit.

Chen Hao smacked his lips, "Hey Cui Yu, you are so good at eating spicy food."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Yu choked.

Ji Shao immediately returned to his senses, "Chen Hao, eat your food, it's okay, why are you scaring Cui Yu?"

He immediately got up to buy water for Cui Yu.

Looking at his back, Chen Hao twitched his mouth, your eyes saw him because I was scared, buddy, he was hot, okay?

"Cui Yu, you can't eat spicy food."

"It can be eaten." Cui Yu chuckled, "I was in a hurry to eat just now."

Chen Hao said oh, he understands, he also has that kind of time, when the cold is so hot that his throat and stomach are on fire.

When Ji Shao bought mineral water over there, he unscrewed it and gave it to Cui Yu, "Drink some water."

Cui Yu's nose was a little red, and his eyes were wet, "Thank you."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Ji Shao wanted to scold him but couldn't, so he switched boiled rice and fried rice without saying anything, "You should eat your own fried rice."

Cui Yu looked at the half-eaten fried rice, pursed his lips, picked up the spoon, put a little into his mouth.

When the three of them were about to finish eating, Fang Xian appeared and hurriedly ordered a bowl of pork shredded noodles. He put the pencil case on the table, sat down and began to complain.

"It's raining too much, damn it, the new shoes are all dirty."

Chen Hao stretched his neck and looked out of the cafeteria, "It's over, we didn't bring umbrellas, we have to rush to the art building in a while."

Ji Shao didn't look at it, as long as it wasn't a meteorite, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

"I really don't like this city. The weather is terrible. It rains every few days. It's so annoying!" Fang Xian took a sip of the hot noodle soup and took a deep breath.

He suddenly fell silent, "My uncle drank too much last night, talking nonsense, talking about this and that, talking about where the hell in the world came from, and revealing about the guard..."

After listening for a while, Ji Shao suddenly raised his head, "When did you say the guard died?"

Fang Xian wiped his chopsticks, "Around 01:30."

The blood on Ji Shao's face drained instantly, so what did he see after two o'clock.