It turns out that the anchor is really cultivating immortals

Su Qing also felt a little sad in her heart.

A girl disappeared mysteriously in Sheng'an Street, leaving her poor mother in tears every day.

Sheng'an Street in the middle of the night was eerily quiet and dark.

But this poor mother, carrying an iron basin, burned paper money for her daughter according to folk customs, and called her daughter's name one after another on the long street.

Even if the murderer on Sheng'an Street has not been found, this mother is not afraid. She is just following folk customs, even if there is only one ten thousandth hope, she is still trying to see her daughter again.

It's all one thing, a human tragedy.

"I'll forget about looking for the goddess, the girl is still alive. As long as I sincerely pray every day, I will definitely see her again." Zhang Xiaofen wiped her tears, and took out a stack of missing person notices from her bag, with Song Qingru's photo and characteristics on it .

Photos from missing person notices.

Song Qingru stood under a willow tree, looking at the February sky with the grass growing and warblers flying in the background.

She has a very quiet personality, which can be seen from the photos.

Wearing a simple and elegant white dress, her ink-like hair fluttering in the wind perfectly blends in with February.

There are many things in Zhang Xiaofen's bag, such as diary, photo album, and Song Qingru's favorite food.

"Song Qingru doesn't seem to like to laugh?" Su Qing opened the album, there are many photos in it.

In every photo, she is alone.

The only group photo was a family photo, which was placed on the first page of the album.

It looks like father, mother and daughter.

Man sitting on chair and smiling.

The woman stands at the man's outstretched hands, hands on shoulders, also smiling.

Song Qingru stood beside her with her hands behind her back.The black jewel-like eyes did not look at the camera, but looked to the side.

Although this is a family portrait, it looks like two families have been pieced together after being torn apart.

Song Qingru was a little out of place.

Is it a problem girl?

"That kid has a withdrawn personality, and he seldom smiles." Zhang Xiaofen was tearing apart new paper money, holding a [-]-cent pencil sharpener, cutting the plastic string on the paper money, and suddenly yelled.

Su Qing looked over and saw that the pencil sharpener scratched Zhang Xiaofen's finger.

Zhang Xiaofen put the cut finger into his mouth and stopped talking.

"Tell me, does Song Qingru have resentment in her heart?" Su Qing closed the album and asked.

"It must have happened, my poor daughter was murdered on Sheng'an Street, so young!" Zhang Xiaofen didn't think about it.

"You said, Song Qingru was really murdered by gangsters?" Su Qing put the photo album back to the distance: "Is there any inside story in it that others don't know?"

"No way?" Zhang Xiaofen said confusedly, "I'm just a countryman who came to work in the city. People from relevant departments have told me about the case, and I've seen reports on TV."

After finishing speaking, he took a few pieces of disassembled paper money, put them in the basin, and continued the flame that was about to be extinguished.

Perhaps the topic tonight was too heavy, which brought back Zhang Xiaofen's memory, and she slowly lowered her head.

The death of a daughter would be a fatal blow to a mother.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

"Tell me, are the college students from the three news agencies just now very simple-minded and naive? Indeed, if you have never been out of society, how do you know that people's hearts are sinister?" Su Qing spread her hands, supported the ground, and looked up. Sky: "People's hearts cannot be learned from books."

There are very few stars tonight, the moonlight is very white, and it is also very cold.

It stands to reason that the nights in August and September should not be like this.

But on Sheng'an Street, the wind gradually picked up.

"Tell me, Song Qingru hates the gangster or the murderer so much?" Su Qing turned her head, looked at Zhang Xiaofen beside her, leaned over there, and asked curiously, "Why don't you speak?"

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Xiaofen raised her head.

The eye sockets are still red, and the grief on that face has not dissipated.

But those eyes that have experienced vicissitudes of life are a little different from before.

"I was wondering, could Song Qingru be killed by you?" Su Qing said straight to the point.

"Why do you doubt me?" Zhang Xiaofen sniffled and exhaled.

"The album is very thick. There are many photos. If you just look at it from the outside, you might think it is a record of a child's growth from childhood to adulthood, but when you look at it, Song Qingru's height and figure have not changed too much. From the first photo of the album I began to guess, she should be sixteen or seventeen years old, right? Until the last picture, but she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. I can guarantee that the time from the first picture to the last picture will never exceed a year."

Su Qing sat up straight and put his hands in his pockets. It seemed that this kind of detective reasoning made him very energetic: "Tell me, could it be that someone deliberately bought a photo album and took pictures of his daughter? It took a year, Prepare this evidence that can clear the suspicion. It makes people feel that she is such a good mother. In this way, if the daughter dies, no one will doubt the mother."

"How can you slander people with empty words." Zhang Xiaofen asked angrily.

Indeed, the daughter was murdered and the murderer had already been arrested, so it was too much to doubt the mother again.

"I don't think there is any slander, what do you think?" Su Qing turned her head and looked directly at the mother.

Swish!

Zhang Xiaofen trembled, and a cold light came out from his sleeve.

Su Qing leaned back and hid the cold light.

With the brightness of the moonlight, one could see that this cold light was a knife, sharp enough for a woman to kill a grown man with one blow.

"Song Qingru, you are here."

Su Qing looked over Zhang Xiaofen, his words made Zhang Xiaofen lose her mind, took the opportunity to reach out her hand like lightning, and snatched the knife away.

Through Zhang Xiaofen's series of changes, Su Qing can be [-]% sure that the murderer who killed the girl is really the girl's mother!

pat!

There is a chill like a gust of wind, sweeping from the streets of Sheng'an Street with overwhelming resentment.

Then Su Qing and Zhang Xiaofen looked at in astonishment, there was a girl in a black skirt.

For a moment in the distance, only black shadows can be seen.A second later, he stood close, but only a foot away.

The girl's black hair was windless and automatic, and her eyes were so cold that people would think that the other party had crawled out of the Nine Nether Hell.

Danger!

Su Qing took two steps back subconsciously, and put one hand in his pocket, where there were one blue talisman and four yellow talismans.

The other party is definitely not an ordinary human being.

This breath, this feeling, this speed, Su Qing experienced it personally on the day when the disaster struck.

This girl turned out to be a mutant!

Possess intelligence.

Generally not bloodthirsty.

There is no life in the eyes, far beyond the ability of ordinary people.

All the signs completely matched the girl in front of her.

It never occurred to Su Qing that he would encounter a mutant with more than half a month before September 26th.

In other words, before the advent of the era of disaster, mutants lived together with humans.

Could it be that the person who sells polluting drugs on Sheng'an Street is this girl in front of her who doesn't even wear shoes?

"Song... Song Qingru, you really are not dead!"

Zhang Xiaofen's trembling voice came from behind Su Qing.

Song Qingru!

Su Qing's heart was shaken again.

The sentence just now, Song Qingru, you are here, was just a casual remark, just to attract Zhang Xiaofen's attention and take the knife away, the most important thing is to test Zhang Xiaofen's reaction.

In the end, with a casual sentence, he really called out the girl who was killed by the gangster?

"Just based on a photo album, you suspect that this woman killed me?"

Song Qingru tilted his head, ignored Zhang Xiaofen, but looked at Su Qing.

Because the other party's eyes were lifeless and without emotional fluctuations, Su Qing couldn't tell what she meant by asking this question.

"It's a very important point. In fact, before Zhang Xiaofen lost her composure, it was all my tentative guess." Su Qing said truthfully.