When I walked to the door, I saw two men coming over. One was not tall, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a chubby face with harmless smiles. There was also a man in his twenties, wearing an ordinary thick jacket, with his hands in his pockets. He looked lazy, with a faint smile on his lips.

The captain who led the team obviously knew them, immediately looked unhappy and whispered to a middle-aged policeman beside him: "Old Xie, they have given it to you."

After saying that, he greeted the two men with a smile on his face. Without waiting for them to speak, he said first: "I have something to do. If you have anything to do, please come to Lao Xie."

After saying that, he turned around and left, not giving the two people a chance to speak.

The fat man among the two showed anger on his face and was grabbed by his companion.

The lazy man didn't look at the people who had left, and smiled and said to the leftover Lao Xie: "Then I'll trouble you, we have to watch the scene."

Lao Xie is an honest man, otherwise he would not have been left by the captain to do this unpleasant job. Hearing the man's words, he nodded: "Come with me."

He brought the two of them to the room where Zhou Hao lived at that time.

Knocking at the door, the policeman doing the finishing work opened the door and worked.

After a few whispers, he let the two of them in.

"You see, call me if you need anything." Lao Xie said, and ran aside and chatted with the policeman who stayed behind.

He chatted while helping his companions.

The colleague looked around the room, staring at a certain open space from time to time, as if he was about to see a flower coming from the two people, and curled his lips: "Where is this 'expert' from this?"

Lao Xie pressed his voice and said in a hurry: "Speak softly."

He was a little nervous: "They are people from there."

He reached out and pointed at the top of his head.

Knowing that the gesture means "above", his companion's expression became cautious, but he was still unwilling to let go: "So what? It's like they don't know how to do this, but they still have to pretend."

Although Lao Xie didn't say anything, his expression was the same.

These two people are indeed not very popular with the captain, but their identities are unusual, not the ones he dared to confess. On the way, he took the initiative to introduce the case, including the sealing of doors and windows of the room, the monitoring was not abnormal, Zhou Hao's blood was too high, and the testimony of the two women who were accompanying the room, he explained all these clearly, and it was almost impossible to say that the case was tightly clean and could be closed directly.

As a result, the two of them did their own things as if no one else was around, which made him a little unbearable.

At the other end of the room, the two of them had been standing by the bed for a long time. The fat man closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, while the lazy man stared at him.

Seeing that the little fat man finally opened his eyes, the lazy man asked quickly: "How is it?"

The little fat man whispered: "There are others present."

His face was heavy: "I vaguely felt something abnormal before, and I was not completely sure until here."

He stepped forward and pointed his finger in front of him: "She has been standing here for a long time. He must be emotional and sweating a little, otherwise I wouldn't be able to notice it."

The lazy man showed a hint of excitement: "Is it Yue Bing?"

The little fat man nodded: "The breath is exactly the same."

The lazy man waved his hand excitedly: "She doesn't die so easily."

The little fat man also became excited: "Her realm is already very stable. As long as we find her, we can have an extra 'extraordinary'."

"I didn't wait for this time," the two of them looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with excitement. "I knew that as long as I was alive, she would definitely come back to take revenge."

"Damn it!" The left-behind policeman in the distance suddenly muttered.

The policeman's voice was very small, but neither the fat man nor the lazy man were ordinary people. They had heard what he said just now and what he had said before, but they were too lazy to care about it.

They didn't mean to tell the police the truth. They were not policemen at all, so they wouldn't care about these bullshit matters. Besides, people in the circle know the best of how valuable a "extraordinary" is. Yue Bing's affairs are so small that she is not worth mentioning - not to mention that Yue Bing's fault is not the case.

"Let's talk about it when you go back!" said the lazy man. The two of them greeted Lao Xie, who was already a little impatient, and the three of them left together.

In the middle of the night that night, the window of the room where the murder had just happened was suddenly pushed open, and the lazy man and the fat man flipped in.

"Come on, hurry up," the lazy man entered the room first and turned to greet the fat man, "If you don't hurry up, the traces will disperse."

The little fat man slowly moved his body through the window and curled his lips: "You layman, don't pretend to understand."

The lazy man was not angry, and still smiled: "Isn't this afraid that you will be troubled?"

"Come on, I'll help you protect the Dharma," he said.

The little fat man nodded and came to the location where Yue Bing had stood as mentioned before.

He closed his eyes, and in the dark night, his whole body began to shine slowly, and then the light continued to gather up like smoke, forming a light man with complete hands and feet and exactly the same appearance as him, but his size narrowed to about one-tenth of the same body.

The light man was obviously intelligent. As soon as he landed, he first looked around flexibly, and then rushed to the place where Yue Bing had stood before. As the light man shook gently, then a trace of light red that continued to extend forward appeared in front of him. The light man followed the trace without hesitation.

In the room, Lin Jixin and Yue Bing had just returned from the "Death Territory".

When Yue Bing took a shower first, he was about to enter the bathroom, but his hand holding the door handle of the bathroom suddenly stopped and looked into the air steadily.

"What's wrong?" Yue Bing was walking outside while wiping his hair with a bath towel. He noticed that his expression was wrong, so he stopped and asked him.

"Nothing," Lin Jixin smiled faintly, "A customer is here."

"Guest?" Yue Bing was puzzled.

"Well," Lin Jixin did not explain, but added another sentence, "Here is here!"

He raised his hand and turned off the lights in the room. It was pitch black, faint, as if the moonlight was coming in from the window.

Lin Jixin suddenly chuckled: "I've come here, do you still want to leave?"

A light pattern composed of countless strange lines suddenly burst out in the room. In the middle of the pattern, a small light man was anxious and anxious to escape, but the pattern was like a cover. Whenever he came to the edge of the pattern, a white halo would burst out, bounce the light man back to the center of the pattern.

"The 'Seven Fires of Al' are not lit, but they play 'soul out of body'. I don't know if you should say whether you are bold or seeking death," Lin Jixin snorted coldly, saying to Guangren who ran around in panic, "Following Master Lu's face, I will be disappointed next time if I let you go."

The pattern suddenly disappeared, and the little light man turned into a ball of light like a bullet out of the borehole, disappearing from their sight like a meteor.

In the murder room, the fat man's mouth and nose were bleeding and fell to the sky.
Chapter completed!