"Oh, Shen Chong."

Liu Xianglin responded blankly, but did not say anything else. Instead, he threw away the cigarette butt, lit another one, turned his head and stared at the fork in the road, not knowing what he was thinking.

He pronounced Shen Chong's name, but he still couldn't match the old acquaintance in his mind.

This is how people's thinking falls into a stagnation.

Specifically, it is to look for a mobile phone with your hand, or to see an acquaintance and a friend, you should recognize it at a glance, but the thinking in your mind is floating elsewhere.

This is true for Liu Xianglin at this time. Many people in the town came to chat with him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shen Chong didn't say anything more and tried to smoke himself again.

Without a few bites, he couldn't eat and hadn't touched this thing for too long. His eyes were so smoky that he was soaked in tears.

Shen Chong quietly threw the cigarette butt that had only been burned to one quarter next to him, hugged his knees with both hands and continued to sit side by side with Liu Xianglin, and also stared at the direction of the fork in the road.

The sight crossed the not-so-dense bushes, and at the end of the eyes, you could vaguely see a corner of the teaching building with emerald green mosaic tiles pasted.

He came up quietly like a thief and tried to pick up the dog that he had not finished smoking. Shen Chong stood up and waved his hand to greet the dog.

He walked for a short while, and a faint voice came from behind, "Brother, thank you for coming back to see me."

Shen Chong turned around, the man looked at him straight, and his spirit was slightly restored. He could have met the person in his heart.

So, Shen Chong sat back and patted Liu Xianglin on the shoulder, "Sad to mourn."

Liu Xianglin took a deep breath and vented a white smoke, "I can't be sad, brother! I can't get over this hurdle in my heart! I regret it so much..."

He started again.

No matter who comes to talk to him, he will return to this trick after a few words.

Facing the people in the town, Shen Chong, who drove back from Shudu not far from a hundred miles away.

He has become a demon.

Shen Chong had heard these words from him when he was inquiring about them in Linjiang Town before.

The man muttered and finished reading the script, and began to cover his face and wipe his tears. No matter what Shen Chong said to him again, he just hid his head under his elbow and shook his head.

Shen Chong was not good at coaxing people either. Seeing this, he sighed helplessly, "Oh, I'll come back to see you."

He got up again and walked towards the school along the fork road. The crying behind him became louder and louder, and in a few seconds he became hoarse and harsh again.

Obviously, the sun was hanging high in the clear sky, but the sound from far behind made Shen Chong feel as cold as the deep winter, and the crying sounds were like a bone scraper, scratching his heart repeatedly.

Eleven or two years ago, Liu Xianglin, who was carrying a battle stick in the Blue Dragon and White Tiger.

Now, losing his beloved son has completely become a half-crazy man who is drunk and has a foolish life.

The greatest pain in the world is probably one of them.

Shen Chong was filled with emotion. Before coming, he wanted to inspire his emotions more deeply.

But after really feeling it once, he felt that the feeling was a little too deep.

One person and one dog are walking slowly on the dirt road.

"Boss, that person is so miserable."

"Yes, it's miserable."

Shen Chong nodded and carefully investigated the ridges of the fields beside the road.

When the case happened a year ago, no one knew what was going on. After twelve months, he was so aimless that he could not make any discoveries.

The intuition he gave high hopes was not moved. This thing was like a lottery, and it was not easy to use his will.

His emotions are in place now, but the amount of information obtained by Invincible Memory from the outside is far from enough, and he cannot subconsciously form an analytical data model that can support comprehensive judgment.

To explain it using the popular saying now, it means that there are insufficient samples of big data and there is no way to analyze it.

The dog was lazy, but it didn't have the ability to open the demon essence, and it was slept in front of it with its tail lazily raised.

Shen Chong stared at its butt and thought to himself, if I could add the dog's sense of smell, hearing and vision to the triple illusion of demon essence, I could get more details from the surrounding environment, probably to strengthen the intuition derived from invincible memory to a new level?

Liang Zai felt the chrysanthemum cool, and he clamped his tail and turned around, "Boss, what do you want to do?"

Shen Chong turned his face, "Nothing."

The sensing element that collects information and the computing center that analyzes data are not in the same system, and the coordination rate is not enough, so there is no way!

When he returned to the street entrance of Linjiang Town, Liu Xianglin was no longer here. Today he rarely went home early. Shen Chong did not bother him anymore, but drove to Panlong Township and Zhongxing Township again.

The missing child in Panlong Township really couldn't find out where he got lost. He just walked around and then rushed straight to Zhongxing Township.

Because there were witnesses this time, the place was much easier to find.

After spending 100 yuan, please inform the fellow villagers and lead the way. Shen Chong found the place along the field path.

"Brother Shen, this is the place. At that time, Brother Cai rushed over from the convenience store with a stick. In just two dazzling moments, the baby was gone."

Shen Chong nodded, "Thank you."

He looked around and pointed at the field and said, "The rice in this paddy field was very lush at that time?"

"yes."

"oh."

Shen Chong suddenly said, "That time doesn't match!"

The guy who led the way asked in a daze, "What?"

Shen Chong shook his head, "Nothing."

After the person left, he squatted by the field and began to count the time again.

I saw in the file that I wrote about the incident two years ago. When calculating the time, he habitually pulled the incident one year and twelve months, and ignored the exact time of the first incident as the autumn harvest, which was September, not really two years ago.

When calculating at home, I was preconceived and too tight, and I made a mistake and I was not careful to calculate it for more than six months.

So now we can estimate accurately that the interval between the first and second incidents should be close to ten months.

The second and third times are the exact eight months.

The third time was that Liu Xianglin's son had an accident, and it has been accurate for twelve months in a year.

This way the timeline is messed up.

According to his previous thoughts, he assumed that the perpetrator was a psychic or a monster, and every time he advanced, he would need to hurt a child's life.

Could it be that I have to overturn all my ideas?

In fact, there is no rule in the three cases, and they are not together?

Then isn't this a scam?

At this moment, the sound of motorcycles came from the end of the path. In a flash, a motorcycle turned over the path and rushed straight, stopped beside Shen Chong, and jumped off a young man with a frosty but joyful face.

"I'm saying you guy, that's too much! You don't tell me when you get home! You've grown your skills! People in the city look down on the old brother!"

The young man rushed to Shen Chong in two steps at once and punched him in the shoulder.

Shen Chong stood up and punched heavily on the other party's shoulder, "Bah, am I busy doing things?"

The person who came was Huang Mao, the old brother of Shen Chong.

Among them, Shen Chong and Huang Mao, nicknamed Huang Mao, had the most close relationship.

In the past, he liked to dye his hair yellow the most, and the bandit's name was yellow-haired.

But if we get along together, Shen Chong can get into a sports school by just a little dim sum.

Huang Mao had no choice but to go to high school and stayed in his hometown to pick him up for some small breeding.

Huang Mao is quite reliable in doing things. Although he hasn't gone out to make a fortune, he is also a small wealthy family in Pailou Town.

"Go and go, what can you do serious? I heard that you are asking about the missing child. You will wear a ellipse if you haven't seen you for a year?"

"This is not. Yellow-haired, don't be angry with me. I plan to find you when I'm almost done."

Huang Mao rolled his eyes and said, "Why am I angry with you? You are not a little brat who knows nothing. You have been out for so many years. I am now clearer in this place. If you ask me for help in your business, you don't have to ask someone else for any inquiries. You see, I get the wind and ride my bike over and find you out in minutes."

"You can help me. OK, I'll close the stall today and go to your house for dinner."

"Then I'll call my wife and ask her to get two more dishes."

Half an hour later, the two and a dog walked into a small courtyard on the streets of Pailou Town.

The old bungalow of Huang Mao’s family has long been turned away and replaced with a two-story western-style building, and there is a domestic pickup truck parked in the yard.

Shen Chong's car could only be parked outside the gate, and there was no need to worry about being posted.

The two of them brought chairs to make tea in the yard. While eating melon seeds, Liang Zai was lying at Shen Chong's feet honestly, and did not provoke the big dog that was tied to the corner of the yard and could beat him very much.

"Tell me, what are you doing now? Why did you suddenly inquire about the case? I remember you said you were working as a security guard? Your car is good, and you have packed it for a rich woman?"

"Go roll!"

Huang Mao couldn't control his mouth or heart, so he started talking again.

Damn it, no matter which pot is opened, Shen Chong took him and hid his feet.
To be continued...