After turning this thought in his mind, Li Yun immediately became worried.

Yuan Haoze was detained in the detention center and waiting for trial. This fact can be regarded as a kind of comfort to the victim and the victim's family. Even if Yuan Haoze is allowed to leave the detention center in judicial procedures and obtain limited freedom, the victim and his family may not be able to accept this reality.

If it were normal circumstances, they would not accept it, and it would not accept it. This was just their own grief and anger.

But now, Yan Yu, one of the victims, has turned into a ghost and almost turned into a ghost, killing Yuan Haoze on the spot, avenging himself and his daughter. If Yan Yu learned about this news and was stimulated by some stimulation, he might turn into a ghost and seek revenge on Yuan Haoze.

Li Yun had no sympathy for Yuan Haoze. He had sympathy for Yan Yu. If Yan Yu killed someone, what was waiting for her was Hei Bai Wuchang's life-seeking effort, and she would be as scattered as her daughter.

Li Yun's heart moved and hurriedly wanted to sense Yan Yu's situation. But as soon as he moved this, his head felt a sharp pain. The severe pain he felt made his consciousness fall into darkness, and he didn't know how long it took before he came to his senses.

He heard the sound first before he regained his vision.

"...Okay! I'll come here tonight." Yi Xin happily agreed to Yuan Haoze something.

Li Yun suddenly looked up and looked at Yi Xin.

The sweet smile on Yi Xin's face was as usual, and there was a smile in her eyes, just like most happy women who were about to get married, and there was no trace of weirdness.

And this is the weirdest place.

Uncle Li looked at Yi Xin worriedly. When Yi Xin hung up the phone, he spoke up and stopped, but did not say the complete words.

Yi Xin seemed to have guessed what Uncle Li was thinking, waved his hand disapprovingly and interrupted Uncle Li, "He is released on bail, I'll go see him tonight."

"Go to his house? That murder scene?" Li Yun asked.

He wasn't trying to sarcastically, he just thought something was wrong.

"How did he get released on bail? The police believed his mother's words?" Li Yun asked again.

After thinking about it carefully, Yuan Haoze’s suspicion is too great. How could those police officers with rich experience in handling cases not noticed that something was wrong? How could they allow such a murderer who attempted to escape from the crime to wander around?

When Li Yun saw Yi Xin's indifferent expression, he knew that his questions would not make Yi Xin feel a little alert.

"He must have wanted to do something to find you, right? Or find you tonight...you..." Li Yun wanted to persuade Yi Xin not to rashly make an appointment, but when the words came to his mouth, he saw Yi Xin's ridiculous eyes. Only then did he realize that Yi Xin was not an ordinary girl. Yuan Haoze was not capable of dealing with her.

"Be careful. He must have some solutions." Uncle Li advised, earnestly, "That young man is so timid. He will call you now. He must have thought about what to do. He must have been prepared. Maybe... he said something to the police..." Uncle Li guessed.

A flash of inspiration in Li Yun's mind, "How did you deal with Fan Xiaoshi's body? Was it buried in the river?"

"What are you talking about?" Yi Xin continued to look at Li Yun with contempt, "Of course it was destroyed. What is the operation of burying it in the river? Do you think I am an ordinary human?"

Li Yun was speechless.

He just remembered the conversation between Yi Xin in the dream and then said it. Sure enough, it was just a conversation in the dream.

He didn't want to ask how Yi Xin destroyed the body.

Yi Xin was already impatient to answer the questions, so she turned around and prepared to go out for a morning jog.

Xue Xiaolian, who had been watching the show, smiled and said to Uncle Li and Li Yun: "Don't worry about you two. Yi Xin has lived for so long and has encountered many things. She is very sensible."

"Oh." Li Yun could only respond in a daze.

He still felt weak and leaned on the sofa for a while. After Xue Xiaolian finished washing up, he entered the bathroom.

When the three of them went downstairs to the office as usual and ate the breakfast that Yi Xin bought, Li Yun's spirit was much better.

He turned on the computer, read the private messages he received last night, and also read other Weibo posts posted by Luoye in the Wind. During this period, he never felt any emotion.

Like most netizens, the traces left on the Internet are very trivial, many forwardings, and rarely original. Sometimes they complain about the troubles they encounter, and sometimes they share the happy events they encounter, but the content is very vague and no personal information is disclosed.

After watching this for a while, Li Yun felt tired.

He consumed too much last night.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Xue Xiaolian lying comfortably by the window, and Li Yun felt even more sleepy.

Uncle Li saw his head rushing and shouting kindly.

"You go back to the dormitory and go to sleep for a while. When lunch is over, I will go up and call you." Uncle Li said.

Xue Xiaolian didn't open her eyes.

Yi Xin sat in front of the easel, not knowing what she was drawing.

Seeing that nothing happened, Li Yun nodded and agreed.

He returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed, he felt his consciousness sinking into darkness.

※※※※※

Zhou Ping changed his new phone, even the mobile phone number. But the "Li Yun" grouping appeared again in the new phone and the new card number.

Zhou Ping had no choice but to accept his fate.

He did not dial those numbers, but deliberately ignored the existence of those numbers. His ignorance was limited to actions, and his consciousness was always thinking about the set of numbers.

The ignorance of action did not last long.

Zhou Ping is now staring at the set of numbers, sitting in a straight position and looking straight, as if facing a huge test.

His heartbeat was deafening.

Finally, before the blood vessels burst, he chose to press one of the numbers.

What he pressed was Li Yun's number and his colleague Li Yun's number.

The phone is not on hands-free, but in a quiet room, the dialing sound is still clear.

Dou...Dou...Dou...

After a few sounds, a message sound came from the other end of the phone:

"The phone you called has been turned off..."

Zhou Ping felt relieved.

Li Yun was dead and no one dealt with his funeral afterwards. Naturally, his mobile phone consumed power and turned off automatically. This was consistent with some of the news Zhou Ping found out.

The phone will automatically hang up.

Zhou Ping completed his first experiment.

The mobile phone interface stays on the communication record.

Zhou Ping took several deep breaths and was mentally prepared. Then he returned to the address book and clicked on the second number.

The second number is ranked at the top, and is the only two names of non-Li Yun in this group of numbers.

This is the number belonging to Zhang Xinqian.

Zhou Ping had a bad premonition, but this time it was just to verify his ideas.

He clicked on that number and dialed the phone out. Soon, the same thing happened again.

"The phone number you called has been turned off..."

He clearly received a prompt for shutting down the phone, but Zhou Ping thought of Li Yun's prompt for shutting down the phone.

Zhang Xinqian's cell phone is out of power;

Zhang Xinqian's mobile phone has been out of use for a long time, so the battery is exhausted and no one charges it;

Zhang Xinqian is dead, so her phone has no one to use for a long time, and she has exhausted all the battery and no one to charge her...

Zhang Xinqian is dead.

She must be...dead...

Zhou Ping had such a thought in his mind, like a seed taking root, sprouting, breaking out of the ground, and further taking root in his mind.

This idea cannot be dispelled or erased.

Zhou Ping did not feel fear, but just accepted the idea calmly.

He returned to the address book interface and looked at the two remaining strange names "Li Yun" and "Chen Junan".

The latter should be the forensic doctor.

Zhou Ping intuitively thought of this possibility, just like the guess about Zhang Xinqian just now, this is what he felt and believed it without doubt.

The third call he chose to make was Chen Junan.

Dial the phone.

Dou...Dou...Dou...

"The phone number you called has been turned off..."

Another shutdown phone.

This is indeed the dead forensic doctor.

These two thoughts emerged in Zhou Ping's mind at the same time.

His mood has relaxed.

Before he could hang up the phone automatically, he hung up the phone first and looked at the two "Li Yun" left in the address book.

He clicked the "Li Yun" ranked above in order.

Looking at the string of numbers, he suddenly remembered that this was the number he watched as he automatically added to the address book.
To be continued...