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Chapter 157:Jue Di 7

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20:23.

Murong Yuchuan is still nervously thinking-

He now knew that the Liang family was not the place where Chen Mengyao was imprisoned, and that he and Tang Jian were misled.

The killer set it up unassailable.Except for a small omission—

A wooden thorn between Chen Mengyao's fingers.

It was Chen Mengyao who accidentally scraped off the floor while struggling.The problem arises –

The bright home is a composite board, and Chen Mengyao finger slits are solid red pine, which is only used in the old house floor.The murderer may not have realized this, and this is the only chance for Murong Yuchuan.

Imprisonment of Manaizi should be the same place as the imprisonment of Chen Mengyao, a decades or even hundreds of years old house.

Unfortunately, Chen Mengyao, who was injected with a tomato, could not describe the place at all, but mentioned that he smelled a similar smell of a hospital.Wu Biao now seized this clue and began a city-wide search.

He stood on the street, looking at the orange streetlights that extended into the distant night fog.

He knew that Wu Biao could not find the murderer.The killer was not in the hospital.

He took out his phone and tried to tell Wu Biao, and then realized that he did not know Wu Biao's number.Even if he did tell him, he wouldn’t believe himself or a problem.

He can only rely on himself now.

Even if his efforts could not change the fate of Mei Naiko in the end, at least, he did not want to leave himself any regrets.

He needs to make a final judgment.In this city of millions of people, old houses with red pine flooring are not in the minority.Can he narrow the scope?

First of all, will the murderer's home be the scene of the murder?

Even if he was careful enough to bring Manaiko home, not to let the neighbors know.He also wants to ensure that girls are not allowed to call for help and that they do not have friends and family visits.Stay in a room full of disinfectant or the smell of formalin, eat, and sleep.

This possibility is not high.

Did he rent a separate house?

If that is the case, Murong Yuchuan wants to find him is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.

But if this guy who is good at using deception, this time he played a little trick.He is smart to choose a completely unexpected place.Let everyone take a look.This is his usual modus operandi.

In that case, Murong Yuchuan suddenly thought of a place.All the police, including Wu Biao, know, but ignore it.

There is also formalin, there is disinfectant.But not the hospital, not the street clinic.

Murong Yuchuan decided to bet on one.

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In this world, everyone is a gambler.The difference is that everyone’s bets are different.

It could be wealth.

It can be life.

It can also be life.

Fate once again made the same joke with him.It is like watching the cowardice of his human nature, and he refuses to let go.

The whole street was alone.

In addition, there are only tall, creepy poplar trees.The leaves whisper in the wind.They share the same secrets with him.

The tortoise lay drowsy in the building in the night, and in its stupid body, with one eye open, studied every person passing by it.

If you look closely at it at night, you will find that it is actually not the same as during the day.

Through the world war, through the civil war, trying to make the Great Leap Forward, experienced the Cultural Revolution... If it has human perception, then its city is unfathomable.

Murong Yuchuan quickly approached it, and he chose to go through the back door.He did not want to alarm the doorman, the deaf and blind old man could not help him, but also the murderer.

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