New Year's Day does not seem to have much to do with urban and rural ports, and the streets here are backward and empty.

Even if a few figures pass by, they will leave in a hurry and don’t have much nostalgia, as if there is always something urgent to deal with.

Mei Sheng flipped through the record book, integrated Tian Xiaolian's various information into her mind, and whispered:

"The employer of the fourth branch is not the Tian family, which means that there are not only one victim, and there will not even be only two.

Although it is not clear what the death scene of the victims contacted by the fourth branch is like, I guess it will be similar to ours.

The murderer's successive killing must have a purpose. If this goal can be found, our next task will be twice the result with half the effort."

Ji Li pulled open the collar of the windbreaker to block the cold wind, lowered her head and lit a cigarette, and said softly:

"We don't have much contact with the tasks of serial murders, but we only rely on each to collect information, which is too inefficient and prone to mistakes.

Call Yu Guo and ask him to find someone in the store. I need the police's complete file of this case."

When Mei Sheng heard this strange name, she looked up at him with a little complicated question, but no answer.

Ji Li suddenly realized that Yu Guo, who used to do such a job, was no longer there. He was in a daze for a while after he said nothing.

After taking a sniff of cigarette, he shook his head slightly and changed his mouth:

"Contact Tongguan."

In theory, Shanming City is a highly developed city.

Such a brutal serial murder case, even if the police suppress the news, it will never be airtight. It should have caused public opinion in the society for a long time.

The calm now is enough to explain the problem.

First, the police must attach great importance to it and suppress the news at all costs to avoid panic; Second, it is New Year's Day, and most citizens' attention has been blocked by various festival news; Third, this is also what Ji Li thinks is the most important point, and it is also his personal speculation.

Perhaps the deceased are all marginal figures in society, such as Tian Xiaolian, a left-behind child at the bottom of society, whose death was discovered a long time later.

But no matter what, if they check each store clerk, it takes too long and is unprofessional, which can easily lead to information errors or omissions.

The police's internal files not only provide detailed information about the first scene, but also reveal all the victims' information.

This must be obtained, otherwise you will not discuss it.

Looking at the campus blocked by the electric door, Ji Li's eyes were blocked by smoke, and he faintly saw the rolling LED sign in front of the teaching building.

The red bold characters are moving from right to left at a turtle speed, and they will flash once every step, as if a person is blinking habitually.

Ji Li lowered his eyes. He dared not stare at something for too long to avoid being able to distinguish between reality and hallucinations.

The cold wind whistles.

Yuan Kuan and the security guard made some subtle arguments, and they blew lightly along the wind.

The decibels are very low, like whispering, like a flies.

Ji Li's eyes were slightly red, she let out a smoke ring and lifted the hem of her clothes, and hurried away from Mei Sheng who was calling.

At the same time, a full car was turning on the turn signal and slowly preparing to park at the entrance of urban and rural primary schools.

Looking from the lowered car window, Xue Tingtao was stretching his neck straight and looking at this side, as if he was confirming whether he had come to the right place.

As the distance approached, Ji Li did hear the dispute.

The security guard shrank in the small house of the school security office, shook his legs and waved his hand at Yuan Kuan with annoyance, and muttered something.

Yuan Kuan clenched his fists, as if he wanted to smash the window and lift him out, but he was still hesitating.

In this case, Ji Li walked closer and closer with expressionless expression. When he was about three steps away from the small window of the school security office, he suddenly pulled his hand out of his clothes.

Bang!

In the quiet and empty streets of Chengxianggang, a crisp gunshot woke everyone up and scared everyone.

Except for Mei Sheng who was still calling to communicate with Tongguan, the rest of the people were all looking at the man holding the gun in shock.

With a sudden stop, the car slid across the gate of urban and rural primary schools. All five people in the car were stunned in their seats and did not dare to get off.

Crazy...

The fragile glass of the school security department was shattered by the gun, and after that, it was the security guard's scream.

He covered his right arm tightly, widened his cloudy eyes, and just shouted that he even forgot to hide.

"Go out and talk."

Ji Li's right eye had already reached a certain level of redness. He held the gun steadily, and the black muzzle was aimed at the security guard in the house.

The security guards could only shout, which made him even more annoyed.

After the second gunshot, after the security guard's right arm was shot, another bloody hole appeared in his chest.

Ji Li's pale face was only red in his right eye. He moved the gun to Yuan Kuan, who was standing aside, and said hoarsely:

"Pull him out for me."

It is better to meet than to be famous. Yuan Kuan is even more afraid of this sudden crazy Manager Ji at this moment than the evil ghost.

After hearing this, his burly body squeezed into the broken window, jumped into the room regardless of concern, and forcibly threw the security guard out.

He was afraid that Ji Li would be unhappy after a second slowdown, so he really killed him. Now Yuan Kuan believes that Ji Li would probably do this.

Because he saw that Ji Li's second shot hit the security guard in the chest, and this shot was run to death.

At this time, the security guard fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and the adrenaline surged, causing him to keep breathing and coughing up blood.

Ji Li suddenly calmed down again, put down the gun, and asked lightly at the security guard under her feet:

"Who is the head teacher of Class 3 in Grade 1?"

"I...I can't remember clearly. There was a phone book on the table, I wrote...I wrote..."

The security guard was a little arrogant, but he shouldn't die, but he still became a victim of Ji Li's sudden madness.

After Yuan Kuan stretched his neck and listened, he quickly searched for a blue booklet in the school security department, and found the head teacher of Class 3 of a year at a very fast speed, with his name and phone number.

He raised the book and yelled loudly at Ji Li:

"The head teacher is Ye Ping, and he has a phone number and permanent address!"

The security guard was not dead, and was still gasping violently on the ground. He was begging for mercy and calling for help, but the scene had turned into a thin piece of ice, and no one dared to speak for fear of breaking it.

Ji Li was still looking at him, and in his eyes, the security guard's face began to change and his body size began to shrink.

The security guard, who was originally middle-aged, became a young boy with a tender face in the blink of an eye.

The boy's chest and collar were covered with blood, and he was spitting out his mouth with his mouth open, his eyes full of fear and surprise.

And under Ji Li's gaze, he clearly saw that the boy's pupils were not the only one reflected.

There is another one.

Ji Li couldn't see who that "person" was, and he didn't recognize him or see clearly, but he just felt a little familiar.

Ji Li frowned and turned slowly, looked at the air beside him, and slowly asked:

"Who are you?"

No response.

Everyone thought Ji Li was still going crazy, and he himself didn't know if these were hallucinations.

Until the five people in the fourth branch got off the bus and had already gathered with the five people in the seventh and tenth.
Chapter completed!