Cub's father is not human

The door of the dormitory was shut with a snap, and the room returned to silence.

After a while, Xiao Lan got up from the bed with a pale face. He sat blankly for a while, his body trembling slightly. He stood up slowly and walked to the window. Their dormitory was on the third floor. You can see that the dormitory building on the opposite side is surrounded by the police, and a yellow cordon is pulled out.

When walking downstairs, there were people whispering from time to time, looking back to explore thoughtfully, the yellow cordon was particularly bright and dazzling under the gloomy sky.

At the corner downstairs, Xiao Lan saw a policeman stopping two students for questioning.

"Didn't you hear anything last night?"

"No, I went to bed very early at night, what happened to Mr. Police?"

"Well, where do you live?"

"The dormitory building opposite me, she lives in the building you sealed off."

"Is there no distinction between men and women?"

"The people living here are mainly postgraduates and students of Kaobo. They live in mixed gender, but it's not messy"

"Okay, I will contact you again when I have a chance."

"It's ok"

After the two students left, a policeman came over and said something in a low voice. Xiao Lan was a little far away, but could vaguely hear the words inside.

"...suicide...depression...archeology department..."

Xiao Lan leaned against the cold wall, lowered her head and trembled.

Suicide...suicide...

Yin Li was a little disappointed that he didn't meet anyone familiar at the crime scene, but is this a good thing?After all, Mr. Fan's department is very special. Although a simple suicide is regrettable, it is better than those terrifying murderers.

"Xiao Lan, why did you come out? Are you feeling better?" When Yin Li went upstairs, he saw his roommate at the corner of the hallway. It was only 10:30, and he was considering whether to buy some food for Xiao Lan.

When he just walked over to support Xiao Lan, who had a pale face, Xiao Lan leaned against him and held Yin Li's clothes tightly. Li's hand and said, "It's not suicide, Ah Li, it's not."

In the Second Division of Criminal Investigation, Xu Chen put a thick pile of completed files into the locker and stretched his waist, "Does it mean that we don't open for half a year here, and only half a year after opening? We are busy when we are busy, and when we are free And bored to death."

Fan Lang's deep voice floated out from the notebook, "Have you read all the case records of the past ten years?"

Xu Chen pushed his glasses and looked sad. They were usually asked to look at the past files when they had no assignments, one year, three years, five years, everyone in the department read them, and wrote down their thoughts after reading them. experience.

Don't think that Fan Lang and the others are just looking for trouble. Regarding the difficult, abnormal death, and serial killer cases handled by the second department, if this kind of thing dares to happen too much, it will cause panic. It's not Conan, who wants to kill everyone. Think carefully, isn't everyone with a high IQ, okay?

The review is the best way to reproduce the case, find out the shortcut to solve the case, and review the mistakes.

Ding——Fan Lang's phone received a text message.

He took it out to take a look, replied with a simple word, and then turned his gaze back to the screen.

In less than 1 minute, another ding——.

Fan Lang picked up the phone, glanced casually, all the people in the office were staring at him with great interest—looking at the phone in their hands, wishing they could grab it immediately to satisfy their curiosity.

He replied a few words without changing his expression, and looked around for a week, "Why don't you explain your views on the serial suicide case eight years ago on the spot today?"

Chen Du hugged Li Miaomiao and blinked excitedly, "Okay. But Fan Da, with our exuberant curiosity, you can't just ignore death, right?"

Xu Chen's glasses reflected a bright light, his eyes widened slyly, and he listened attentively.

Fan Lang put his mobile phone in his pocket lightly, and said slowly, "Curiosity is the most important spirit of human beings in scientific exploration. You have done a good job, keep it up. Now let's start the meeting."

other people,"……"

When the point of direct sunlight gets closer and closer to the Tropic of Capricornus, the cold gradually shrouds the city.

It was dark, and the howling winter wind drove people into the house, wishing to hide in the bed every day and not come out. Oh, it turns out that the bed is the lover who loves and kills each other in winter.

In the dead of night, the moon was covered by the cold mist, leaving only a thin golden thread hanging in the sky.

A heavy voice echoed on the stairs, step by step, slowly walking up.

The slender shadow merged with the darkness until it finally stood on the roof, facing the city, the cold wind blowing.The slender hair fluttered in the wind, stained with tears on the girl's face.

She tried hard to step back, and one step forward would be death, but her feet seemed to keep calling, step by step, she trembled desperately, and wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she could only open her mouth in pain like suffocation There was a silent scream.

Finally, she took a step forward slowly.

The crisp voice burst into my ears.

Xiao Lan sat up suddenly from the bed, breathing in pain, sweating profusely.

"What's the matter, Xiao Lan, you're having a nightmare." Yin Li turned on the desk lamp, climbed onto Xiao Lan's bed, touched his forehead, hot sweat fell from his palm onto the quilt.

"vomit..." Xiao Lan suddenly crawled on the side of the bed and started to retch, the veins on his neck stretched out. He kept trembling and panting, grasping Yin Li's arm tightly like driftwood, and said with difficulty, "He's dead, someone I jumped off the building, Yin Li, I dreamed that someone jumped off the building."

"It's okay, it's okay, you have a fever, Xiao Lan, take some medicine and sleep, okay?" He wanted to get medicine for Xiao Lan, but his arm was tightly held and he couldn't move. Xiao Lan's condition looked very bad good.

Xiao Lan shook his head slowly, and spoke with restraint, "A Li, we, we were cursed. Me and those people, we went to the same tomb." He raised his head and asked hurriedly, "Do you believe me, do you believe me? , we were wrong, I knew it was wrong, we moved something that shouldn’t be moved, Yin Li—”

Yin Li held Xiao Lan in his arms, wrapped him tightly with his quilt, and comforted him softly, "I believe you, Xiao Lan, you are sick, go to bed first, I will take you to see a doctor tomorrow, sleep, don't be afraid. "His index finger released a dark green spiritual source, and the pure spiritual source slowly invaded Xiao Lan's forehead, soothing the tense brain gently and coolly.

The unstoppable green light continuously invaded Xiao Lan's forehead, and the initiative became passive. Yin Li's face also turned pale. The source input is forcibly stopped.

Li looked down at Xiao Lan who was already asleep in doubt, and couldn't hide the deep worry in his eyes.

His spiritual source was robbed just now.Most of the things that can absorb the spiritual source are dark things, why does Xiao Lan's body take the initiative to plunder his spiritual source...