Memory Lost Chapter 125

The meal was a feast. Although Su Mian is reluctant to give up the tickets, the dishes come up and chopsticks are faster than anyone else. And the three of them are more fierce than the other. Only Han Shen, always eating slowly, a random action picture, still unconventional and moving. During the period, she also picked a crab and peeled five shrimps. She was fed a full belly without saying a word.

After eating, Su Mian almost leans on the sofa with her stomach in her hand. Han Chen accompanies her and nags a few, then stands up and walks around to eat.

When there was no one else around, Su Mian even softened her tone and glanced at his eyebrows and eyes: “Hey, before you, were you also a person to call friends? There’s always a bunch of brothers around you? ”

Han Chen has taken off his coat, only wearing a white shirt, rolled up his sleeves and drinking tea. Smell speech, the mind is the emergence of those photo albums at home, smile: “probably.”

Su Mian gave a burp, and his brothers seemed to lie on his shoulder and let him rub her waist. She thought of his drag racing skills, the last time in Beijing, when he opened his mouth, that horizontal force, monkeys, they did not dare to speak.

This childe from Beijing must have been such a rebellious man’s personality, so that people were bullied and disciplined by him, and his heart was still obedient.

“You’re rarely seen with them now?” Su Mian said casually, as soon as he spoke, he felt a little regret.

Han Shen looks down at her.

She blinked.

A moment later, he leaned back on the sofa and began to smile.

“Because I value sex over friends.” He said, “I’ve been looking for you all these years.”

Su Mian was as soft as tofu, and looked at him with his eyes up.

He looked at her, too.

In a moment, the sound of the siren faded out of the door. She looked at his handsome and slightly tired face and wanted to kiss him, but there were other people in the private room. Han Shen’s Adam’s apple seemed to move slightly, and his eyes became more and more dark.

“Hoo Whoa… ”

Gradually become loud snore, suddenly pull back the two people’s thoughts. They both looked back at the same time and laughed.

It turned out that there was a group of big sofas in the private room. The window near the river was open, and the gentle breeze was blowing in. After a few days of sleeplessness, Zhou Xiaozhuan occupied the largest sofa, lying on it carelessly and asleep. This earth shaking snore came from his small body. But the nagging leaned on another single sofa, his head was back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He was sleeping soundly, and half of his cigarette was not burned out.

Only the cold face is still awake, one hand on the sofa, the other hand with a cigarette, looking out of the window, slowly smoking. As if sensing their gaze, he didn’t look at them either. Instead, he put the cigarette out in the ashtray and then fell asleep in the sofa.

“Kiss if you want.” His voice came slowly, “we can’t see.”

Su Mian chuckled and scolded in a low voice: “Stinky cold noodles!” Then he turned around and looked out of the window again. Han Shen put his hand on her shoulder and watched with her quietly.

It is afternoon, the sun shines on the river, reflecting the sparkling glow. The river flows slowly, and the buildings on both sides look quiet and brilliant. And the river water has been extending forward, extending to the place where the water meets the sky. There are misty water mist, only see the silhouette of ships and clouds, nothing can be seen clearly.

“What are you looking at?” Asked Su Mian.

“Nothing.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his brows. After a while, Wu chuckled.

“It seems to see that I have always wanted the end of time.”

Su Mian didn’t speak for half a while.

He opened his black eyes and bowed his head to kiss her.

–

when the restaurant attendant pushed the door in, he was surprised. She had just come in to add water, and she fell asleep.

Laodao and Xiaozhuan don’t have to say that cold noodles are also snoring at the moment. Han Chen leaned back in the sofa with his eyes closed. Su Mian was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly on his lap.

The waiter looked at the manager beside him with a headache and whispered, “what should I do?”

The manager also looked at several people lying in the room. Leng Mian and Xiaozhuan were still wearing police uniforms, so it was easy to know their identities.

After a moment of silence, the manager reached for the door and motioned the waiter to leave: “let them sleep.”

–

late at night.

The black shield group, who returned to work, was in high spirits. As soon as Nagao came back, he went into the forensic science department and vowed to comb all the traces on the scene again without missing any clues. Xiaozhuan stared at the copper bell like eyes, staring at the surveillance videos one after another.

Han Chen, with a cold face, reorganized and examined all the files, evidence and materials of the case, and at the same time directed the criminal police on the periphery to carry out a large-scale search.

Su Mian resolutely shut himself into the small conference room. She needs to be calm and find out more clues about the three people.

The second hand on the wall kept turning. Su Mian took off her shoes and sat cross legged on the conference table. Her hands were also beating on the table.The white board in front of her was covered with photos of three victims. Life photos, corpse photos, certificate photos and even artistic photos of the dead women were seized by her. It’s like showing the life of each of them.

There is no logical paradox.

There is no evidence of conduct.

This is the almost ironic words left by the three of them.

Su Mian snorted. haven’t you? Not necessarily.

In fact, since the last time she worked together with Han Shen for reasoning, she has always had the sense of applying traditional reasoning to criminal psychology, focusing on finding logical paradoxes in criminal behavior.

Now, there is a contrary argument in front of her –

since the three victims are all selected objects that meet the killer’s preference, how can the murderer find and select them from the crowd without leaving any evidence of behavior?

Looking back on the case of Chen Lijiang in those years, although there was no trace on the scene, Chen Lijiang carried out a lot of tracking in order to find out the whereabouts of the victim and satisfy his fantasy. This is also the clue that Han Shen finally found out about him;

the same is true of the case of

t. Although t relies on the accomplishment of professional killer, he always hides himself in the crowd. However, he also needs BBS as a way to find the target of sniping.

the case of shaolun situyi is the same. Both men are highly intelligent killers, but both need contact with the victims in order to succeed in abduction. So their cars have been videotaped.

……

But this time?

Su Mian raises her eyes and looks at the picture in front of her: Liu Yaohua, who was killed in the explosion, was leaning by the car with his mistress, taking a sweet picture; the waxwork case of Chen Deyuan, standing in front of the primary school, looks like a happy family of three; and Bai An’an, a mermaid, gestured to the camera

How did they find them?

Su Mian slowly closed her eyes and lay on the table.

If, she is a; if, she is l; if she is R How to ensure that you can find your favorite murder object without any positive and in-depth contact with the object, so as to make sure that the goose has no trace?

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