The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 387 Sorry, I'm Late (Third Watch)
Well-trained police officers immediately surrounded the house, with Bob walking in the front with a gun, followed by Song Zhen.

There was a car parked in front of the house, it was that Bentley.

Stepping up the steps, Bob and Song Zhen looked at each other, and at the same time saw seriousness and dignity in each other's eyes.

Because both of their noses, which were comparable to police dogs, smelled blood.

Bob tentatively pushed the door, but the door was not locked, and there was a slight "squeak".

Although the voice was very soft, it was very clear in the dark and silent room.

Song Zhen and Bob looked around, quickly looked around the room with their eyes, and then locked on a dimly lit room at the same time.

There were a few faint flickering lights in that room, and it looked a little intrusive.

More importantly, the smell of blood seemed to be coming from that direction.

Bob and Song Zhen immediately approached the room cautiously.

The smell of blood on the nose is getting stronger and stronger, and it also smells like burning candles.

Song Zhen gestured to Bob, and Bob nodded, then Song Zhen stretched out his hand and pushed open the door tentatively, and Bob was on guard with a gun.

When the door was half open, Bob glanced around with his gun raised, and found that there was no threat, so he made a safe gesture, and then pushed the door completely open.

The door was wide open, and through the faint light, two standing coffins could be seen facing them!

Even though Bob had seen so many murder scenes, he was also shocked by this scene, especially the two candles that were about to burn out under the two coffins, and the faint candlelight reflected the two delicate faces.

One is the beauty of Western Barbie dolls, and the other is the elegance of an Eastern fairy.

It's just that the Barbie doll was so rosy that she seemed to be asleep, but the fairy's face was pale and gray like a dead person.

That oriental beauty is none other than Ji Qian.

Song Zhen was terrified, and rushed forward to the coffin, then hugged Ji Qian.

"Ah!" Bob let out a scream, because there was another blood corpse behind Ji Qian!
It was an extremely obese woman, and she should be the owner of this house, Bette. Her eyes were wide open, her expression was astonished and ferocious, and she looked so strange under the candlelight that the hairs on the human body stood on end.

Song Zhen didn't care about Bette at all, she just locked Ji Qian in her arms firmly.

She was still tied with ropes, and her body was as stiff as a wooden stick. Song Zhen hurriedly put her fingers around her neck.

At that moment, his heartbeat almost stopped, and the fingers that were sticking out were trembling slightly, if Ji Qian...

He can't imagine it!
"I'm out of breath." Bob withdrew his hand and said, seeing Bette's expression, he knew it was a dead person, but he still had to judge before making a conclusion, "What about her?"

He asked Song Zhen, but then subconsciously breathed lightly, because he saw crystal clear liquid on the face of this calm, wise and extremely powerful man.

The candlelight was faint, and the things that passed by the corners of his eyes would reflect light and be captured by himself.

Suddenly, Bob didn't dare to ask, but fortunately, the candle burned out after two flutters.

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence, and Bob could only see the man holding the woman kneeling on the ground on one knee with the light coming in from the outside, hugging her tightly, squatting that posture silently into a sculpture.

He held the woman's hand tightly with his hand, and wrapped the woman in his arms with the other hand, clinging tightly, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

"Ahem!" In the silence, the person in Song Zhen's arms suddenly coughed.

"Oh, mygod!" Bob jumped back in fright!
The sudden sound of a woman coughing scared him to death!At that moment, he almost thought it was a fraud.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" Immediately afterwards, a violent cough sounded.

Then he saw Song Zhen started to untie the rope on the woman's body, and then rubbed the woman's palm vigorously. So the woman is not dead?Song Zhen did that just now because she lost too much heat and was frozen, so the heat transfer?
Bob couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, and then made a gesture of the cross on his chest, as long as he didn't die, it scared him to death.

Thinking of the scene he saw just now, he suddenly felt complicated.

Song Zhen, it's unbelievable that such a man would...

Soon, Bob found the switch in the room and turned on the light.

The moment the light came on, Ji Qian was finally sure that she didn't have hallucinations, what she saw was the real Song Zhen.

She couldn't help raising her cold hand, she wanted to touch Song Zhen's face, because the feeling of being alive was too ethereal, she needed to confirm the authenticity of this matter, feel his warmth and presence.

Song Zhen grabbed her hand in a hurry and put it on his warmest neck to keep warm. The corners of his stiff lips pulled out a curve, but before the curve opened, a cold liquid hit Ji Qian's face Then it dripped into the corner of her lips.

She moved her lips, and then felt the bitterness in her mouth.

The two looked at each other quietly...

Hugging her who was cold all over, watching her body tremble unconsciously, Song Zhen's heart was pierced like a knife, what happened to her!
"Sorry, I'm late." He said guiltily.

With this "I'm sorry", Ji Qian cried out with a "wow", and immediately reached out to hug him, crying without any scruples in his arms.

She was crying like a child, venting all the fear, fear, and intimidation she had experienced during this experience.

As if Song Zhen was her only driftwood, she could only get rid of those emotions and nightmares that clung to her feet like water plants and pulled her into the terrifying waters to drown her.

Bob didn't bother them, but beckoned his subordinates to come in and tidy up the scene.

They came out in a hurry, the police force was not very sufficient, and it was too late to block the surrounding area.

Who knew that the media would take advantage of this, and before they could react, they felt the light flickering.

"What?"

"put it down!"

The police yelled, but there were more than one reporter, so Bob had to take the police to drive away the reporters immediately.

As the sound of "click" continued to sound, everything in the room was photographed, including the two coffins, the corpse of the make-up artist Bette, and the corpse that she carefully stitched and dressed, as well as squatting on the ground hugging Jissie Song Zhen of...

Song Zhen could only use his broad back to block Ji Qian's face. The moment the flash was on, he seemed to hear the sound of "gamestart" echoing in his mind.

All of this seems to be well designed.

But he had no time to react, because nothing was more important than the person in his arms at the moment.

Soon, journalists were evicted.

Ji Qian naturally also heard the sound, but she could only hold onto Song Zhen tightly.

Although Song Zhen didn't say anything, she could feel his guilt.

Although she was still very scared, she could feel at ease when she was hugged by him.

Holding his waist tightly, Ji Qian buried herself in his arms, letting her tears flow unscrupulously.

"Song Zhen, I love you..." she cried, hoping to get his response.

She's just too scared...

"Ji Qian, I..." Song Zhen couldn't say the word "love". This love was too heavy, and he caused her to suffer all this. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, it definitely couldn't be a good thing.

Ji Qian's crying changed from howling to sobbing, aggrieved sobbing.

Even she dared not admit it herself, for a moment she was shaken.

She thought she was ready to accept everything when she decided to be with Song Zhen, but when this moment came, she realized that she was very fragile!Not vulnerable at all.

"Song Zhen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She was crying. At this moment, even she herself couldn't say the word "I love you" anymore.

The sound just now was more like some kind of self-hypnosis and deception.

When he heard "I'm sorry", Song Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He looked down at Ji Qian who was holding him tightly, his heart seemed to have rolled into the snow and gradually lost its warmth.

Winter in England is really too cold, he thought.

Immediately afterwards, the rough fingers couldn't help caressing her face, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

His fingertips were very warm, and he wiped gently, once and again, slowly and rhythmically, like some kind of comfort.

Ji Qian gradually calmed down, and her sobbing gradually stopped.

Just when she felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable barrier between herself and Song Zhen, the movement of the man's fingers suddenly stopped, and then, a kiss was printed on her forehead.

"Jissie, I love you."

she heard him say.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at his handsome face so close at hand.

This is the second time that Song Zhen said "I love you" to her, so solemnly, as if it weighed heavily.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes.

It's not Song Zhen's fault...

How could she be influenced by that demon? It's not Song Zhen's fault that she believed his words!
"I'm just too scared, I love you, Song Zhen, I love you!" She stopped saying sorry, and put her arms around his neck, saying "I love you" desperately, every sentence "I love you" ", it's all her guilt and love.

Song Zhen picked her up, said hard work to Bob, and carried Ji Qian into the police car first.

She was already frozen, and if she didn't warm her body, she might get sick, and even plant the root cause of the disease, such as old cold legs or headaches when she got old.

In the car, Song Zhen reported the news of Ji Qian's safety to Fei Li as soon as possible, and informed the news that the crime scene was photographed by the media, and at the same time contacted Ding Jingbiao.

Since Ji Qian's mood had stabilized, he asked her what happened. As the only survivor, Ji Qian undoubtedly played a very important role in solving the case.

Song Zhen knew that this was actually very bad for Ji Qian, especially when Ji Qian seemed stable and calm, but she was actually still afraid.

However, the momentary soft-heartedness may miss very important clues, especially the clues may involve Ji Qian's safety in the future, so he has to be cautious, even cruel.

Although she was very scared, but nestled in Song Zhen's arms, smelling his peaceful breath, Ji Qian finally told Song Zhen what happened intermittently.

He was forcibly taken away from the hotel parking lot until he saw Bette lying in the coffin on her own initiative.

"Not long after Bette lay in it, Baal directly electrocuted her to death with a taser."

She visibly trembled when she lifted the electric shock baton. For her, this thing was like a nightmare.

Song Zhen could only caress her back, again and again, to ease her fear.

"Baal told me that Bette seems to have gone to Southeast Asia and learned a secret method. She believes in some kind of evil god. Through two coffins with the same magnetic field, souls can be exchanged. Bette likes to put makeup on models, but these models are not satisfactory. So she wanted to cast a perfect model, and knowing this secret method, she wanted to graft her own soul onto it, which probably meant this."

"According to what you said, since Baal helped Bette find the head and was also interested in her secret technique, why did he kill her?"

"Faith. Baal said that Bette lost her faith. She should not change to that evil god in Southeast Asia. Their common belief should be B."

"B?"

"Baal said B is belief, belief, and then he showed me what's under the glass."

As if recalling a particularly terrifying memory, Ji Qian lowered her eyes, and her body began to convulse subconsciously again.

"Then I passed out until you came."

Song Zhen couldn't help but put his forehead against hers, "You are already very brave."

I can still remember so many details, and I can almost write down the name of the person who belonged to the various parts of the pieced together corpse, and I can even describe it clearly to him not long after it happened, really It's not easy.

"Really?" Kissy couldn't help asking.

She undoubtedly needs affirmation very much, because the moment she wavered her love for Song Zhen, she hated her cowardice and shrinking.

"Really." Song Zhen said with certainty.

Ji Qian had been chasing him for a long time, but at the moment when she choked up with grievances just now, Song Zhen found that although she appeared careless and rough on the outside, she was still a girl who needed protection in her heart.

She's also afraid, she's also withdrawn, and she's afraid.

It's not that she doesn't love herself, it's just that she was scared, so she subconsciously wanted to retreat to a safe area, and at the same time she showed guilt, so she kept saying sorry, which showed that she had realized the problem.

Obviously she was the one who was implicated by herself, but she took the initiative to reflect and blamed the problem on herself.

Song Zhen suddenly felt distressed. Her experience of being bullied and not recognized when she was a child finally created her distressing personality-a personality that always looks for problems from herself and always reflects on herself at the first time.

When encountering such a thing, it is actually a very normal thing to have "negative emotions". Although Song Zhen, as the person involved, will inevitably feel sad, from the perspective of psychology, this is just a kind of stress response.

And he also realized that it was his turn to stand up, take her hand and tell her that he loved her.

Instead of being the same as before, she rushed to the front of everything.

Stretching out his fingers to caress her face, Song Zhen thanked God for not taking away his girl, and even thanked that the so-called B was just a provocation.

"Jissie, I love you." No matter what, he would never let go of her hand.

For the rest of his life, he will do his best to protect her and love her.

Ji Qian was shocked, why did he confess his love suddenly.

"Brother Ding will arrive in a while. You, he and the police will go to the hospital for a physical examination first. I will stay and watch the scene with the police. You know, the other party is coming after me. I don't want this to happen again."

Ji Qian tightly grabbed his coat, she was very reluctant to part with him, but she knew what he said was right, and finally nodded obediently.

"after……"

"What?" Kissy looked up.

"It's nothing." From now on, I will keep chasing and protecting you behind you.

……

About 5 minutes later, Ding Jingbiao finally arrived. Ji Qian was the only survivor and witness of the case. The police and Ding Jingbiao sent Ji Qian to the hospital together. Song Zhen stayed and checked the scene with Bob.

Seeing that the clue of B is right in front of him, it is impossible for Song Zhen to ignore it. Only by finding out what "B" is and bringing it to justice will such a thing never happen again. There is no guarantee that something like this won't happen a second time.

At the same time, the photos taken by the reporter were quickly uploaded on the Internet and disclosed immediately.

Strange scenes, horrifying corpses, popular female artists in China... The murder case and gossip are mixed together, which makes it more topical.

The citizens of Wudu fell into panic, and such a terrible thing happened in their city; while Huaxia's entertainment circle, which had just calmed down, was once again flooded with topics such as "Ji Qian was almost dismembered, Song Zhen rescued in time".

Bob also felt that this case was unusual. From the beginning to the end, it seemed that someone deliberately led them to this point.

Until, he and Song Zhen opened the glass on the ground according to Ji Qian's description.

The glass opened, and a smell of rotting flesh rose up.

Several stitched corpses and a headless female corpse appeared below, and they were arranged into a big letter "B".

(End of this chapter)