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As summer neared, the evening wind also brought a hint of heat. Ji Huan lowered the car window and awakened his dull head again. He twisted his eyebrows and listened to the car broadcast. The broadcast is very simple. I have taken it in one sentence and only told the owners that Changxing Road has bad road conditions. It is recommended to choose another route.

Ji Huan was curious. The security in the capital is actually pretty good, and even the chances of monsters making trouble are much lower than in other cities. But the news said that there was a sudden appearance of dead bodies at the intersection. Ji Huan picked up his phone and searched for information on Changxing Road. It was probably too early. It was not long or short before the corpse was found. The search page jumped out of the previously unimportant events.

For example, how about the cherry blossoms on Changxing Road, Changxing Road is building roads, and the billboard at the intersection of Changxing Road suddenly fell. Fortunately, no one was injured.

Ji Huan could only plug the phone back and drag his chin to look at the small shop passing by. Suddenly, he pulled Feng Chi's arm, and the man looked over and heard him whisper: "Feng Chi, shall we eat spicy hot? The spicy hot at the intersection ahead is said to be particularly delicious."

Feng Chi spoke slowly, and asked him: "Who listens to it?"

Ji Huan did not hesitate to confess the behind-the-scenes pusher: "Shi Ying said. They ordered take-out yesterday and heard that Xuhe had a piece of one hundred."

"Did you eat dinner after eating this?" Feng Chi asked, "I was going to make boiled beef tonight."

Ji Huan patted his thigh, "Of course, I'll order less spicy hot, so I can taste it."

Ji Huan stretched out his little finger to see how much it was ‘lesser’. Feng Chi glanced at it and realized that the little finger had been compared with only fingernails. The man withdrew his eyes and responded to his mouth, but he did not think that Ji Huan's food was enough to eat so little.

Ji Huan is used to cheating in front of him.

Near the meal, a lot of people were crowded in the spacious shop. Ji Huan found a place for Feng Chi to sit and ran to order himself. Before leaving, he even asked Feng Chi twice if he wanted to eat. After ordering the meal, he moved his chair and moved it to Feng Chi's shoulders. The sticky energy had not dispersed since last night.

He and Feng Chi whispered something. Two boys who looked like seventeen or eighty years old passed by. They also found a table and stopped, and they chatted hard in their mouths. Ji Huan's ear shook, and he heard a familiar term from the boy's mouth—Changxing Road.

"The bus is stuck there, and I can only get off the bus. Speaking of which, I still heard the conversation of the passers-by. It was not because of the crash, there was no car accident, at the very beginning, the owner of the car found that he was lying on the road ahead. I thought it was someone who touched the porcelain, and I found that something was wrong after waiting for a while. When I got out of the car, the person died long ago. "

Ji Huan glanced behind him quietly, the two boys tightened their brows, and a pair of detectives communicated with each other and guessed, "Which car would you use to illegally smuggle or something? When you pass by, you find that someone is dead. Throw the body down? "

Another boy was disgusted, "Illegal smuggling from here, my head is full of shit?"

Ji Huan nodded in agreement. He was about to turn his head and Feng Chi also came to a guess. A head was revealed in the crowd in front of him. The other party is a 40- to 50-year-old aunt, wearing an apron, shouting Ji Huan's name. Ji Huan didn't dare to delay, and immediately trot forward to take his spicy hot. Carrying the hot and spicy back to Feng Chi, he saw the man's thin lips slightly curled before his mouth opened, and his brows were faint. He froze for a moment and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"The body on Changxing Road is a bit strange. The police called me." Feng Chi took Ji Huan out and said, "Will I take you home first or will you go with me?"

"Go together." He wrinkled his nose. "We will go home later."

"it is good."

The time that the corpse was found on Changxing Road was not short, and the cars at the intersection were almost scattered. Feng Chi then turned around and headed directly to Changxing Road. The place where the body was found was at the second intersection of Changxing Road, and a turn was a residential area and a row of shops. Ji Huan spotted the police car parked in front of the snack bar, and quickly pointed Feng Chi to a place.

A policeman stood next to the police car and noticed that the black Maybach was coming here, his eyes flicked, and he straightened up immediately, a serious look reviewed by the leader. The police were really a little nervous, and I heard early that all the comrades in a certain department were very powerful and possessed a special skill. Generally, we encounter strange and unsolvable cases.

When the leader spoke, the words and expressions were full of admiration. I don't know what the comrade in this department looks like ... Thinking, his eyes followed closely the door of Maybach. Ka, the car door pushed open from inside, and a long leg wrapped in trousers broke into his eyes first. Looking at this leg alone is a good leg.

The policeman's gaze slowly moved up the leg, and finally stopped on Feng Chi's face. At this glance, he was stupefied. He glanced suspiciously at Maybach's license plate, which is what the leader said. Why does the person in the car look like a model, which is like a comrade in the relevant department? The hair is too thick.

The police stared in a daze, and Feng Chi came to the front and did not react until Feng Chi coughed. The man's voice was alienated and cold, "Hello, I am Feng Chi."

Oh, called Feng Chi.

It is indeed a person from the relevant department.

The police immediately responded and smiled at Feng Chi. The corner of the mouth hadn't been touched yet, and Feng Chi spoke again. "This is Ji Huan. The staff of the relevant department is also my boyfriend."

The smile on the policeman's face suddenly stiffened, "Husband, ma'am?"

Ji Huan: "... Just call me Ji Huan."

The police ’s facial management is very well managed. Immediately, he shouted ‘Mr. Ji’, and then he could n’t help but mumble, the office romance is really good, and he can also work together, too happy. Look at him again, there is no hot meal at home.

The police sighed in his heart and turned to Feng Chi to talk about the weirdness of this incident today.

"We called up the monitoring this afternoon and found that the deceased appeared on Changxing Road at 3:30 in the afternoon. But the strange thing is that the monitoring broke down in the second half hour."

"Broken?" Ji Huan repeated.

The police nodded, "Yes. You see, the place where the accident happened is here, there is a circle. The only monitor that can lock there is the one above us. This monitor is only broken for half an hour. Can be accessed normally. Then we looked at the other monitoring of the intersection, all intact. "

"It means that only the surveillance of the deceased can be seen if it is broken. And it is only broken within half an hour of the other party's accident."

"Yes, that's what happened."

Ji Huan dragged his voice for a long time, faced with the caring and expectant eyes of the police, and showed a smile, but took a step back, "Can't guess, let's do it."

He pushed Feng Chi out.

Feng Chi has experience in dealing with such supernatural events.

Feng Chihui looked at Ji Xiaohuan's small head, and the corner of his mouth took an arc. Rubbing the other person's short hair, he asked: "Shall you eat spicy hot in the car?"

Ji Huan subconsciously touched his belly. To be honest, it's really a little hungry, and it's time for you to be hot and spicy. Ji Huan responded vaguely and turned to hold a box of hot and spicy food from the car and hold it by the roadside.

Take a bite yourself and put a sip in Feng Chi's mouth. The policeman's face was black several times.

The police took out their mobile phones and sent a message to his wife: Wife, I also want to eat spicy hot.

After three or two times, he threw the hot and spicy food into the trash can, and Ji Huan was like a small tail following Feng Chi again. Several policemen, together with Feng Chi and Ji Huan, rushed to the police station. There is nothing unusual at the intersection of Changxing Road. Even if it is a monster's job, it can't be seen in this hour.

The technical department showed Feng Chi and Ji Huan the surveillance video.

The deceased was a young man, dyed with colorful hair, ripped trousers and ripped trousers. He walked on the road with extraordinarily arrogance. He put his hands in his pockets and looked like a world of Laozi. The expression on the other person's face was slightly impatient, and he reached out and wiped a handful of rain from his face, and his mouth moved slightly as if swearing in a low voice. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly saw something, his steps slightly paused, and his eyes widened while standing on the spot.

Monitoring is bad in the next paragraph.

Suddenly, the smooth picture didn't say, and soon Zrazzra sounded again, mosaicing for 35 minutes.

Thirty-five minutes later, the mosaic picture flashed, and the young man was lying on the ground, his body twisted in a weird posture, and there was no sound.

Feng Chi glanced at a certain direction in the monitoring, his expression was cold, "Is there a passing car in half an hour?"

"Yes. We have already contacted, but all driving recorders failed to capture the deceased." The policeman whispered, with a trace of sadness, "It's not chopped to death, nor does it seem to be killed, then How did you die? Is there a ghost? "

Probably the tone of the police was too helpless, Ji Huan muttered in his heart: "There are no ghosts, but there are monsters."

Such a strange thing must have been done by a monster.

"What about corpses?"

"Over there. Want to see?"

"Ok."

The policeman made two sounds. After thinking for a while, he glanced at Ji Huan again and asked tentatively: "Mr. Ji is going too? You can stay in the lounge if you don't want to go."

Ji Huan's thin arms and legs, his eyes were rounded like a little deer, and it was painful to watch. If you see the dead in the autopsy room, you don't know how to react.

Ji Huan was keenly aware of the slight distrust in the tone of the police. He straightened his waist immediately and pulled Feng Chi's clothes. "I can just follow him."

"Go."

Even Ji Huan and Feng Chi said so, and the police did not say anything.

The autopsy room was in the corner of the hallway. When the door was opened, there was a coolness above him. Ji Huan rubbed his arm and probed the brain behind Feng Chi. Feng Chi paused at the moment the door opened, and a dark color crossed his eyes. The police did not find him strange, and continued to speak.

The young man's body was placed on the stage and his face was covered with a layer of white cloth. Feng Chi pressed his head behind his back, blocking Ji Huan's sight with his body. Then he nodded at the police.

As soon as the white cloth was lifted, his pale face, without any blood, was suddenly exposed to the light. Feng Chi only glanced at it to determine why the deceased died. He retracted his gaze, moved his nose gently, and whispered, "Cover it."

The police carried a white cloth, and the confused ah sounded. Looking down at the deceased, although the face is paler, but there is no damage to the face, it is not enough to look at it, right? Besides, what can be seen at this glance.

Whispering in his heart, the police asked again unbelief: "Is this covered?"

Feng Chi glanced at him, "Otherwise?"

Police: "... Would you like to look twice?"

Feng Chi: "It's the same conclusion if you look at it twice."

The police spoke up and let go, thinking carefully that Feng Chi said nothing wrong. After all, the other party is not a forensic doctor. The difference between looking at one and looking at another is not very big.

After leaving the autopsy room, Feng Chi and Ji Huan did not stop at the police station. The police looked at Maybach, who was gone, holding his chin and wringing his brows. The companion beside him was going to carry the document and walked out. After passing him, he withdrew and asked him doubtfully, "What are you doing here?"

The police seriously said: "I'm thinking about whether the relevant department is reliable or not."

To be honest, he is not very reliable in his heart.

It looks like a play.