Zhang Xiaoxiao felt very happy when he finally regained his freedom.
Huang Cheng, an apprentice who had previously interrogated Zhang Xiaoxiao, learned that such an important witness had been released, and began to look through the information materials collected so far. He asked the master in a bad mood, "Sir, is this okay? Interrogation is not very professional, they are like thieves, please search."
Huang Cheng replied, "You don't need to worry about these things. I won't tell you who they are or where they e from. It's not time for that yet."
"Overall, according to current reasoning, most of the bodies of the murdered people are hidden within the subway line, and at this moment only the driver is allowed to enter this subway line." Mr. Chen said, ``Let's leave it to them now and call a driver.''
Fifty-three dream shop
When you ask Zhang Xiaoxiao where the air is cold and sweet, Zhang Xiaoxiao will tell everyone that it is the entrance of the Police Security Bureau without hesitation.
If you were to ask me when is the coolest time, it would probably be at night in front of the enforcement officer's security office.
The moon was shining but the stars were not, insects and frogs were chirping in the flowerbeds and grasses along the streets, and the streets were as lively as ever. That night, Suizhu City was peaceful. On the way back to the university dormitory, Zhang Xiaoxiao felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart. .
In addition to last night, a series of plicated, strange and unusual incidents happened during today. In fact, each is not particularly frightening when taken individually, but what is chilling is that each may be coincidentally related. together
The key element that connects the two is precisely the response that police officials disagree with and adamantly resist: the town legend of ``something left on the train'' as told by this strange young man.
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