Inside the police station

Wang Minglang was a little drowsy. He had been in custody for two days. The police did not make any big moves except asking for confessions, which made him a little numb.

The lowered head was shaking up and down. Just after a sleepy day, the screen of Wang Minglang's mobile phone placed on the table suddenly lit up, and it was accompanied by the music ringtone, which scared him.

"What, what's wrong?"

Wang Minglang looked up at the screen of his phone and found that it was an alarm clock. After closing it, he wanted to lower his head again. The police officer guarding him asked outside the door: "Wang Minglang, did anyone call just now?"

"No, it's the alarm clock ringtone." As he said that, Wang Minglang picked up his phone and looked towards the door. The alarm clock interface on it had not been eliminated.

The policeman nodded, retracted his body, and the room suddenly became deserted again, and Wang Minglang was completely awake.

He fiddled with his phone left and right, and the alarm clock interface seemed familiar. Wang Minglang tried hard to recall when Wang Lili set the alarm clock.

This memory doesn't matter, it reminded him that the phone in front of him was not bought by Wang Lili, but by the disabled girl who often took care of him.

At that time, he happened to have some problems with his old phone and had no money to change it, so he accepted it with shamelessness. Later, he asked him to give this phone to Wang Lili.

Thinking about it now, Wang Minglang still felt a little guilty. The girl was very pitiful and she was not well-off, but she always wanted to take care of her useless man.

"Oh..." A turbid breath came out from the bottom of his heart. Wang Minglang stared at the familiar interface in front of him, and the memory gate also opened.

Why did he never pay attention to the feelings of disabled girls, and he didn't even remember the other person's name and appearance? Most of the reason is that the other person is too ugly and lonely, and cannot integrate into society.

Although Wang Minglang himself is not handsome, isn’t he “everyone loves beauty”? He used this sentence to excuse himself, but his heart was filled with sorrow.

The darkness fueled his emotions, and the girl's shadow gradually grew bigger and occupied between his gray brain cells. He remembered the meal she cooked, which was simple, but very delicious. He remembered the cotton coat and pants she had prepared for herself in winter. Although it was rustic, every needle and thread was handmade. I don't know how many nights the girl had spent for herself.

There is also the warm bed that is always covered and the little girl's occasionally warm body temperature. He had never had a relationship with the girl, only a few times. When the girl was wronged, she came to him to cry and the two of them hugged each other.

Now a heavy and unfeeled real warmth began to spread on him. Wang Minglang unconsciously raised his hands, with a little sweat in his palm, red, and it felt very comfortable to stick to his cheeks. He covered his face and continued to recall.

‘What is her name?’ Wang Minglang tried hard to think, but he couldn’t think of any fragments in his mind, so he had to give up in the end.

His eyes returned to the phone screen, and the alarm clock was set at 7:00 pm. Wang Minglang suddenly remembered that July 10th was not his birthday? After a look, there were three small words below the time: I love you.

‘So she wanted to use this to confess to me! What a simple girl, but unfortunately I didn’t fall in love with her.’

The guilt in his heart went further. Wang Minglang put his head close to his phone, found the recording button, and after pressing it, he said to the phone in a very light voice: "I'm sorry, I can't agree to your confession, because I'm not worthy of you. I'm sorry!"

After saying that, he saved the recording and lay on the table, motionless, looking like he was sleeping.

The police officer at the door looked inside again and found nothing.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Minglang's shoulders began to twitch, and his hands relaxed and hung to the side of his body. The low howling gradually became louder and louder, until the police walked into the room again.

"Wang Minglang, what are you doing?"

"I have important clues to report. Can you ask Officer Fu to come here?" Wang Minglang replied in a lying position, with a trembling voice.

The police officer said: "Officer Fu is out, so do you tell me."

"No... I have to tell Officer Fu personally, otherwise I won't say it."

"Okay, I'll go call, stay here and wait for me to come back."

Wang Minglang nodded reluctantly, and before the police went out, he asked again: "Wang Minglang, do you feel uncomfortable? If so, I can let the people from the infirmary come over and take a look."

"No...I just want to see Officer Xie as soon as possible..."

"Okay, you wait."

The policeman locked the door and left. Wang Minglang raised his head. The expression on his face was gloomy. Against the darkness, he stared at the door like a lurking poisonous snake, which was completely different from the feeling of affection and guilt just now.

On the other hand, Wang Haicheng was also talking to the police officer, but he didn't want to tell Fu Yan about any clues, but asked to see her mother's body and send her the last trip.

This is human nature, and the police have no reason to refuse, but they must be approved by Fu Yan or Mo Haiyou. So the police appeased Wang Haicheng and hurried to the forensic autopsy room...

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Faceless man watched the development of the situation. He was weeding on a grassland, and in the distance was the huge mirror villa.

In his mouth, he whispered a song that only he knew:

"Ten guests come to party~"

"The first one wants to draw. As he draws, blood flows to the drawing paper~"

"The second one picked up the rose and kissed it, and the spikes slid from his fingertips~"

"The third one grabbed the barrel, and as he drank, the barrel broke into a blade~"

"The fourth one keeps reminding me, and as I talk, my tongue was bitten by my teeth~"

"The fifth one holds the candle tightly, and lights it, and the red flames dance~"

"The sixth person wants to go swimming. As he searched, the grass wrinkled his toes~"

"The seventh one looked at the starry sky, and as he looked, his neck could no longer be lowered~"

"The eighth one walked to the window and shook it, and the window frame trapped his hands and feet~"

"The ninth one just eats and drinks. As you eat, your stomach is bloated and uncomfortable~"

"The tenth one doesn't say it or move, wait, nine secrets are hidden in his heart~"

Repeatedly, back and forth, the faceless man with his back hunched over kept muttering, the weeder buzzed, his mouth was also squirming rhythmically, and even each of the terrifying nerves on his face was jumping slightly, as if he was about to emerge from the pale skin.

The darkness did not stop him from working, but instead made the Faceless man even more excited. The weeds behind him had piled up into mountains, drifting into the distance with the evening breeze, blending with the fireflies in the night sky.

The quiet faceless man was waiting for ten residents. Perhaps neither Yun Yeyao nor Mo Haiyou had expected what he had expected at this moment.

The proud faceless man was watching the change. He had not made any mistakes yet. He expected that the detective and the actor would have no choice but to do anything to him, and he also expected that he could return to the mirror villa safely.

The panicked faceless man was facing the police at this moment. He had not revealed his identity yet, but his plan was already confused and could not think of what would happen next?

So what is he doing with the ghost lurking in the dark night? He has no mask, no plan, no purpose, just wants to follow the real faceless man to the mirror villa.

Yun Yicheng's backyard

At night, the old screenwriter sat alone in the garden. He was thinking. There was something that forced him to tell Xie Yunmeng and ask for help from the detective.

Mrs. Yun's discovery of the yellow butterfly was just an opportunity to make him discover this. At this moment, the old detective looked at the station in the distance, with two or three strangers waiting for the bus on it. The figures he saw during the day had long disappeared.

In the room, Mrs. Yun woke up from her sleep in a daze and had a headache. She used her hand to straighten her hair in front of her forehead and walked to the mirror. She found that she was sleeping in her husband's room. From when, Yun Yicheng and his wife lived in separate rooms.

It’s not because of the bad relationship, but because Mrs. Yun’s physical condition has always been unstable. Yun Yicheng is also old, so sleeping is the best choice.

Originally, Yun Yicheng wanted to hire a nanny at home, but Mrs. Yun disagreed. She was used to taking care of her husband and son and didn't like others to interfere, so Yun Yicheng had to give up.

After looking in the mirror, Mrs. Yun put on a coat, then took out a men's coat from the closet and walked out of the room.

After searching around in the living room, Mrs. Yun decided to go to the yard to see the large area of ​​plum blossoms that were destroyed, which made her feel very distressed. Perhaps her husband thought so that she stayed in the yard at night.

Sure enough, Mrs. Yun had a correct guess. She walked behind her husband, gently put on her coat, and asked, "Yicheng, what are you thinking?"

"Ah!" Yun Yicheng was slightly stunned, then turned around and looked at his wife. He was very surprised and did not answer the question positively, but asked back: "Xiaozhen, if someone told you something unexpected was about me, would you hate me?"

"?...It depends on what's going on. Even if I had had many girlfriends before I married you, I wouldn't hate you. I would just ignore you for a month and then ask my son to judge him!" Mrs. Yun joked.

Yun Yicheng pulled her over and asked her to sit beside him, saying, "At this age, what are you talking about? I'm just a hypothesis, not true. Xiaozhen, I miss that child tonight..."

Yun Yicheng wanted to speak but stopped. Mrs. Yun looked at him curiously and asked, "Do you mean Xiao Zuo?"

"...Yes! I miss Xiaozuo very much tonight. I remember that he was very mature when he was a child, completely different from Xiaoyou. Every day, the mother and son would stay at the beach for a while. I occasionally went with him, but basically I could only watch from a distance and couldn't get into it."

"The relationship between the two children is as good as one. Xiao Zuo always takes Xiao You to explore. Every time he comes back, Xiao Zuo is affected. Xiao You will hold a lot of gifts Xiao Zuo found for him, such as a shell, a special-shaped stone, a beautiful flower, a leaf, etc.."

"So, Xiaozuo is a very sensible child!" Mrs. Yun sighed, trying to imagine the scene in his memory as her husband. Gradually, she felt a blurry image appear in her mind, as if she had experienced it before.

Yun Yicheng wrapped his hand around his wife's shoulders and was still talking. After a long time, he turned his head to look at his wife. The other party was leaning on his shoulder in a daze, looking very comfortable.

Yun Yicheng smiled, a very happy smile. Then he kissed his wife's forehead lightly and said, "Don't worry, Xiaozhen, no matter what happens, I will protect you for the rest of my life, I promise!"

——

The sight extends from the memories of the old couple to the shore that rolls the waves. The evening tide is fading away. The beautiful shells and snails complement each other with the beach, like falling stars under the moonlight.

The winery stands on the beach shot, with dark shadows so that it can't see its actual appearance. The man wearing a white mask approaches the winery, looks left and right, and then chooses to the right.

When the door was closed, a sound of knocking and knocking came out immediately. It was very light and would not alarm the residents living near the beach.

The knock continued, as if it was about to dig out the sea water underground. Not long after, a dull rumbling sound came from the winery on the right, followed by a person's rapid breathing and footsteps. After a few minutes, everything returned to peace.

The winery still stood by the sea, with its appearance unchanged, and the masked man never came out again. The waves frothed past the place where he entered, taking away the only traces left on the beach.

——

"Xiao Meng, we still have to go there again in the winery. I always feel a little uneasy. The murders there happened too strangely and have nothing to do with Wang Minglang and Wang Haicheng." Yun Yeyao said on the phone that he was now at the agreed place, waiting for Xie Yunmeng to come and get along with him.

Xie Yunmeng said: "Don't be so anxious, come one by one. I think there must be a deceased at the scene in Garden Scenic Garden, but it's not clear where the body was taken by the murderer. Also, you said that inside the Dalong Community, have you heard residents complain about anything abnormal?"

"There is nothing special. I just met an irritable old man." Yun Yeyao said, looking at the watch, pointing at 8:22 points. He asked, "Xiao Meng, how long will it take to come?"

"It's almost there, less than ten minutes."

"Oh, then we'll talk about it in detail when you come."

When Xie Yunmeng hung up the phone, Yun Yeyao flipped through the screen of his mobile phone. There were two missed calls from Mo Haiyou, and he quickly went back.

"Hey, Xiao Zuo is sorry, I was on the road just now and didn't hear the ringtone."

"It's okay, where are you now?" Mo Haiyou asked.

"Close to the airport, Xiao Meng and I are preparing to go back to the scene of the murder tonight and look for the missing clues. What about you? Is the autopsy going smoothly?"

"At present, Wang Haicheng's mother and the female corpse at the airport have been experienced. Wang Haicheng's mother died of heavy internal organ bleeding. She suffered gravity squeeze before her death. You have to find the specific reason from the scene. You'd better ask Xiao Xie's investigation results, which may be helpful to you."

"Fu Yan is still investigating the identity of the female corpse at the airport. She is a person who often wears eye makeup. Her facial skin, especially around her eye sockets, has been eroded seriously. The wounds the murderer made on her face may only be to cover up the traces of cosmetics, but I haven't figured out why the murderer did this. Do you have any ideas about this?"

"Xiao Zuo, are you saying that the female corpse only has eye makeup?"

"No, there are also traces of other cosmetics, but the eyes are particularly obvious, the skin is red and there are unnatural red dots on it. If you don't look carefully, it's similar to the wound that the murderer got on. It should be the phenomenon of excessive use of cosmetics."
Chapter completed!