My imagination has come true

The autumn wind is bleak, and Grandma Bai's small yard finally looks a little sad.

Mu Qingyun gathered up the fallen leaves, packed them in woven bags and piled them in the corner outside the door. There was an iron pot stew shop next door, and they often used dead branches and leaves to ignite the fire.

At this time, there is no requirement for environmental protection, and the chicken, duck and fish stewed with firewood have a more smoky taste, which is what some old gourmets pay attention to.

The neighborhood is very quiet, but in this quietness, there seems to be an indescribable tension. The small villa next door has been cordoned off, and countless closely-packed inspectors are coming and going.

When Xun Zhan Li came over in a hurry, his face was very ugly and haggard, and he shook twice before sitting down. Mu Qingyun quickly supported him and poured him a glass of water.

"It's been a busy night."

Li Xun smiled wryly, pondered for a moment, seemed not to know what to say to Mu Qingyun for a while, and then asked hesitantly after a while, "Student Mu, is there really a bone shrinking skill in the world?"

Mu Qingyun was startled, and after thinking for a while, her shoulders shook, her arms were suddenly as soft as noodles, and all the joints on her body were disconnected silkily.

"Hey."

Inspector Li gasped.

Mu Qingyun's whole body shrunk a lot to the naked eye, to the point of being a little scary.

Seeing that Li Xunzhan's eyeballs were about to pop out, she shook her head, connected the joints herself, and said softly: "My bone shrinking skill is not good, because I didn't practice it since I was a child, I only learned a few superficial skills. A real master can do it." It’s something we couldn’t have imagined.”

Li Xunzhen sat on the spot blankly, sweating layer after layer, and sighed: "If there is such a master in the world, how can this case be solved?"

He hurriedly took out a document from his handbag and handed it to Mu Qingyun, asking her to sign it.

"I can't help it. Mu, you are still a junior high school student. We can't hire you. Otherwise, you will be hired as a child laborer. It can only be regarded as a temporary employment. Please help."

These documents were confidentiality agreements, and the agreement to hire Mu Qingyun as a temporary consultant, all of which were stipulated in detail. Mu Qingyun read it at a glance and signed the agreement carefully. Only then did Li Xunzheng explain the matter to Mu Qingyun in detail.

What they encountered this time was indeed a rather strange case.

"Student Mu was also there at the time, so you just say, does this kind of plot only appear in novels?"

Inspector Li frowned, "I have been inspecting for seven or eight years, and among all the cases I have encountered, in terms of strangeness, this one ranks among the top three."

Mu Qingyun's neighbor, Ms. Qi Meijuan, was mysteriously killed last night in full view, and the murderer also disappeared without a trace.

"Many people have seen the murderer commit a crime, but after we arrived, we searched and adjusted the surveillance all night, but we didn't find a single hair."

In fact, Mu Qingyun knew about this earlier than Li Xunzhang. After all, she lived in a community and was her neighbor.

When the incident happened, Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai were making mutton buns. Mu Qingyun was in charge of chopping the stuffing, and Grandma Bai came to make the buns.

The mutton was specially brought from Inner Mongolia to Grandma Bai. The meat was fresh and tender. Mu Qingyun took the lamb chops out and stewed them in clear water. The head and belly of the lamb were used to make lamb soup.

The meat stuffing is carefully prepared, add green onion and ginger water, and use a little oil to lock in the water. The whole bun is steamed, the skin is thin and the filling is big, and the juice springs up after a light bite. The taste is extremely delicious.

As soon as the first steamed stuffed bun came out of the pan, before Mu Qingyun ate it, someone knocked on the door outside.

The door was really smashed. Grandma Bai opened the door and saw that there was a lot of noise on the opposite side. Many people were running back and forth, and most of the neighborhood was lit up.

Several security guards are running.

Mu Qingyun vaguely heard extremely shrill cries and howls, sharp and ear-piercing.

Grandma Bai was startled, her face turned pale, Mu Qingyun hurriedly stopped her and asked her to stay in the room, all the lights in the room were turned on, and she told Grandma Bai to lock all the doors and windows, then put on her clothes and went out to see Condition.

When Mu Qingyun arrived, he only saw several people carrying Mrs. Qi to the ambulance in a hurry, and the blood fell all over the floor.

Under the street lamp, Mu Qingyun saw Mrs. Qi's exposed face at a glance. There seemed to be a little mysterious smile on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes were stretched, just like her expression when she danced with her husband.

But she died.

Others may still have hope, but Mu Qingyun is used to seeing dead people.

Her familiarity with death is like being familiar with her own hands and feet.

The community where Xiaobailou is located is a well-known high-end community in the entire Xiong County. Now such a terrible thing happened, and everyone was horrified.

After such a big incident, Mu Qingyun and several neighbors who were woken up also went to the hospital together, and some even took some cash, for fear that they would be needed at that time.

Mu Qingyun knew that Qi Meijuan was gone, but the doctors were still trying to save her.

At this time, Qi Meijuan's husband, Zhao Ze, had just received the news and rushed to the hospital from school. He rushed to the hospital, and one of his shoes, who had always been neat and gentle, ran away. : "What's wrong with Meijuan? What's going on!"

Mu Qingyun took a step back to avoid Zhao Ze's collision.

At this moment, she still remembered Zhao Ze's appearance at that time, haggard, embarrassed, and terrified, but there was a little rose fragrance on her body, which was very strong, and the fragrance on Mrs. Qi's body was usually very weak.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, letting his memories spread, spreading all the details before his eyes.

Zhao Ze stared at the door of the emergency room, but asked urgently.

"Maomao, Shuhui, Xiaoyu, what happened?"

"Didn't you make an appointment to knit sweaters at home together today? I was fine when I left."

In a word, the three women whose combined age was more than a hundred and tens of years suddenly burst into tears.

Mao Mao's body was covered in blood, her face was also covered with blood, and there were tears and blood, her whole body was trembling, and she couldn't say a word.

Shuhui tore her hair hard, and tears rolled down: "If I had known, I should have stayed with her. She clearly said that someone was following her, but I just didn't believe it. It was all my fault, woo."

She was talking upside down.

That day, the sisters made an appointment to knit sweaters at Meijuan's house. Her house was spacious and comfortable, and it was the best-condition among the sisters. Most of them chose Meijuan's house for gatherings.

This time, it was the same as the countless gatherings in the past decades. Everyone ate, drank, talked and laughed.

"Meijuan has said several times before that when she goes home these few nights, she always feels that a pair of eyes are staring at her, which is very scary." Jiang Shuhui's expression was dull, she was still shivering as Wang Xiaoyu held her arm tightly.

"I thought Meijuan was too sensitive, but I didn't expect—"

Before the words fell, Mao Aqin covered her face and let out a muffled scream. The voice was so shrill that even Zhao Ze was startled, and she suppressed her sadness to comfort her: "Maomao, you have a bad heart, calm down, it's not you It's your fault, not yours." (End of this chapter)