Live At The Murder Scene

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Not long after the firmament went out, the sky was covered by a huge cloud. The sun retracted into the dark clouds, casting a shadow.

She called a taxi, and after giving her name, she closed her eyes and leaned on the seat to wait.

The location of the Fan Huai incident was located in a commercial area near the edge of the city. After years of development, there are relatively mature commercial districts around, and there are several colleges and universities nearby, the flow of people is fairly stable. But more than ten years ago, this place was just a new economic development zone, and it was not as popular as it is today. There are still many old-fashioned buildings, and it can be seen that they were deserted.

On the back of the bustling street, there are all kinds of old buildings in disrepair and staggered roads.

Qiu Cang paid the fare, bought a few white chrysanthemums in a small flower shop on the side of the street, and walked in along the winding alleys.

The mobile phone positioning has lost its effectiveness in the face of such complicated and detailed terrain. The firmament looks at the irregular bifurcations, and is a little confused.

The planning of this old town is not very reasonable. Many houses do not have house numbers in front of them, or they are obviously neighboring houses. Because of a corner, the house number has changed significantly.

After walking around the community for half an hour and adding the hints of the map, she finally got acquainted with several key locations and their routes to each other.

——The camera shop opened by Mrs. Sun, Ma Chenggong’s old house, the place where the man dressed in clothing similar to Fan Huai appeared, and the death scene of the victim reporter. These positions, strangely, are not in the same position.

Qiu Cang planned out the space map of this district in her mind, and various lines of different lengths began to interweave before her eyes, and finally spliced ​​into a more intuitive plan than map software.

The firmament used the umbrella tip to connect several places on the half-empty map, and led to the exit of the main block. She looked at the final zigzag lines and showed a smile.

An elderly lady next to her was sitting at the door with a small bench in the sun. She kept watching her stop inexplicably, looking far away, waving an umbrella, and grinning strangely. Sympathy for the fool rose in her heart.

Blame the poor. Young.

Seeing the sky, she continued to walk inside, and stopped her: "Little girl, where are you going?"

The firmament noticed her existence, pointed forward, and said, "Ahead."

"There is a house in front of the renovation. The road is blocked by sand. You can't pass from here." The old lady shook her hand and reminded with a strong local accent, "The people who have died before are fierce and barren. The road is long It's sealed, do you want to go there? You have to go around. That way, go there."

Qiu Cang glanced in the direction she was pointing, and did not go over immediately. Instead, the tip of the umbrella pointed to the ground, approached and chatted with her: "Grandma, have you lived here for a long time?"

"Yes." The old lady nodded, her response was a little slow, and it took a while to receive her message, and replied, "I have been in this old place for decades. Where can I move? I can't move it."

The firmament squatted down so that she could look at herself and asked: "Then when people died here, were you there?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen it." Her lips moved, she made a few unexplained muffled hums in her mouth, and said, "I heard that the death was very bad...I didn't see it...it's too scary." "