"Mr. Fang, someone is looking for it."

The landlord's wife knocked on the door and shouted.

Fang Qingyang doesn't like going out at night because there are street lights on the road. Under the light, his thin and pitiful shadow is really an unusual person.

In the first two days when he had just become Fang Qingyang, he had no shadow because he himself was a shadow. Later, perhaps because he replaced Fang Qingyang, the real Fang Qingyang's face began to gradually blur, and no one could see him, and Fang Qingyang, the shadow, actually had a faint shadow. He was happy inside, thinking that he really wanted to become a human being and no longer a fake shadow? But after several days, he was still a faint shadow. After the interview that day, Lao Chen complained to him all the way that the police officer bullied others with power, and he must be the murderer. He gave him an idea to ask Lao Chen to privately find the woman who accused the police officer, and give him some money, maybe he could ask something.

"This case will definitely be suppressed. That person is the nephew of the police chief." Old Chen sighed, "These powerful people."

He had just started fighting with Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was young and strong, and Wudang disciples snatched his camera and threw it to the ground.

"Don't want to make trouble, I have a clear conscience."

Xiao Wu said at the end.

Lao Chen is a literati and boasts of himself with a strong and strong heart. He really can't swallow his tone.

"Go to find the woman to ask for it in the evening." Old Chen looked at Fang Qingyang, "Xiao Fang, you are also a person with a sense of justice. I hope you can help me."

The shadow Fang Qingyang saw the bloody murder scene for the first time, and felt the responsibility of the reporters for the first time. The reporters and the police fought with him, which made him stunned. A shadow who had never seen the world and entered the journey of life for the first time was filled with the feeling of being born with a good life. It was rare that someone trusted him so much, so he agreed immediately.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, he came to the place he had made an appointment with Lao Chen to wait, and Lao Chen arrived soon.

The two walked towards Furong Lane together.

As he walked, Old Chen suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked around, because it was late autumn, and there were no one on the road at this time. The autumn wind was bleak, and Old Chen couldn't help but shrink his neck.

At this time, he finally found something wrong: there was only his own shadow under the street lights. There was no shadow behind Fang Qingyang.

Old Chen pulled Fang Zhengyang and said, "Wait a minute, stop first."

Fang Qingyang turned around and stared at Old Chen. When Old Chen looked back, he knew that he must have exposed his flaws.

"Xiao Fang, why don't you have any shadow?"

Lao Chen pointed to the ground and asked.

"How can you do this? You have learned physics in middle school? Light refraction, who can have no shadow?" Fang Qingyang laughed.

"No, Xiao Fang is so strange. I'm not a superstitious person, but you can only explain things like this by magic. It's so magical and incredible."

Old Chen seemed to be talking to himself.

Fang Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. He actually forgot about this, and now he was caught by Old Chen and said.

Old Chen did not show much curiosity and turned around and continued to move forward.

"Maybe I was dazzled, yes, as long as people are, they have shadows."

Old Chen was anxious to find the woman to find out the situation and continued to move forward.

Fang Qingyang became more and more worried the more he thought about it. Old Chen was in his forties and an old reporter. He is so calm now. Is he trying to master the evidence little by little and then make it happen overnight? Will he find someone to arrest me and cut off his research?

They walked into an alley without street lights, walked through this small street, and walked for a while to Furong Lane.

Fang Qingyang saw that there was no one around. The people around the alley were all black with lights. It seemed that the poor had no money to sell lamp oil. They fell asleep early in the night at night.

This is the best time to get rid of Lao Chen.

Fang Qingyang pulled out the knife from his briefcase. He thought that bones on his back were difficult to penetrate, so he stepped forward a few steps to stop Lao Chen.

"Xiao Fang, don't make trouble." Old Chen patted him, and he stabbed the knife at Old Chen.

Old Chen opened his eyes wide and murmured: "Why..."

Fang Qingyang did not answer him, and stirred him hard. Old Chen fell to the ground with abdominal pain. Fang Qingyang recalled the scene of Xiao Taohong's death in the morning. He made up his mind and cut it from his abdomen to his chest.

The smell of hot and smelly blood spread instantly.

This was his first time killing someone. He actually rubbed the knife on Old Chen's clothes, and then he left with his briefcase.

"Mr. Fang, someone is looking for him." The landlord's wife's knock on the door woke him up from the bloody scene, and he agreed: "Come."

Fang Qingyang walked to the door and a hunched figure turned out from the corner. The ragged old man looked humble: "Sir, please give me a few more."

There are no street lights in this alley, and the residents are still in good condition. They are willing to spend money on electric lights. With the faint lights from other people's windows, Fang Qingyang recognized the old man who swept the floor today.

"What are you doing?"

"Sir, two dollars are not enough."

The old man stretched out his hand.

Fang Qingyang stood there with his nose covering his nose: "Two dollars are enough for you to eat for a month, don't be too greedy."

"You can eat for two yuan for a month. It depends on how you eat it. Mr. can drink foreign coffee and eat foreign Western food. I also want to eat big fish and meat every day, which is not an exaggeration. "

The old man was still talking: "Sir, there is a secret person. If you sell this secret for 200 yuan, you can earn it. Otherwise, I'll try to go to the teahouse to tell everyone?" The old man smiled evilly.

Fang Qingyang stared at the old man opposite him. He thought it was really hateful, and he actually caused such a troublesome person.

"If there is no shadow, someone may not believe it if he says it." The old man deliberately muttered.

"Enough." Fang Qingyang roared, the old man was startled and his shoulders shook.

He was furious and his voice was a little loud. The windows of a house on the second floor were open. The landlord was curiously looking down. He was not worried about Fang Qingyang's eyes at all. He waved to him and said, "Mr. Fang, don't be so angry, please say something."

Fang Qingyang whispered: "Walk forward, there is a street in the Hawaii Road ahead. Where can you wait for me?"

He said again, "It is easy to discuss money."

The old man left happily, and Fang Qingyang punched the brick wall with a hateful punch: Damn, this villain, even though he discovered my secret, he dared to threaten me, not knowing his life or death.

After a while, Fang Qingyang changed into black clothes, walked out of his room quietly, and headed straight to the street park. The old man who swept the floor had already arrived first.

Fang Zhongqingyang checked the terrain near the park and confirmed that there were no one around. Then he walked out of the shadow and whispered: "How much do you know?"

"A lot, you know everything. "The old man smiled proudly.

Fang Qingyang nodded and said calmly: "Very good."

The old man thought very well, and the younger generation was fair and gentle, which was a considerable amount.

Fang Qingyang was getting closer and closer to the old man, and suddenly a light flashed. The old man played with his waist in pain. When he got up, a sharp knife was inserted into his chest.
Chapter completed!