"So, those who worship demons all day long are counted as one, they are all brain-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum-cum

Whenever the people of the Yu family talk about exorcism, they all have the expression of murder.

However, it has been rare to see the members of the Yu family recently. Their family is busy expanding their business overseas. It is said that their business is not very good, so they can't grab the local warlock who took the cross.

"If the case is true as we analyzed, then Song Junjie has been looking for enemies to kill his mother for more than ten years, and then he has taken revenge one by one since last year?" Su Yukun asked a long time later.

No one speaks.

Speculation is always just speculation, only the murderer knows the real motive for murder.

Song Junjie is still just a suspect at present, and there is no direct evidence that he killed someone.

Su Yukun didn't expect to hear the answer, and soon said "ah" again, as if he had remembered something, and said, "Oh yes, he is a reporter, it shouldn't be difficult to do some secret investigations. No wonder he could dig out everything that happened so long ago."

After speaking, he sighed again: "What a long revenge."

However, the real initiator, Song Junjie himself, was not punished.

He is still alive.

Based on the four details provided by Su Yugang, it is not difficult to infer what was the real reason why Song Yun appeared on Gulou Street.

She went to find Song Junjie who missed class!

The Internet cafe on Gulou Street is likely to be the place where Song Junjie often appeared in those days. However, that day, Song Junjie went to his classmate's house, and Song Yun, who was lost, accidentally encountered a car accident.

After all, Song Junjie's so-called "revenge" is just the anger of the cowardly. Out of an emotional self-protection mechanism, he poured his anger on the innocent to relieve the strong guilt and self-blame in his heart.

The reason for the formation of this pathological psychology is very complicated and cannot be explained in just one or two sentences.

"Bang."

A subtle sound shattered the silence that permeated the three of them.

The street lights are on.

The orange cold light was like a veil, brushing away the heavy night sky and sweeping the thin silver raindrops into everyone's eyes.

They had already walked to the corner of the street, and the black-distanced buildings in Jixiangli Community were not far ahead.

"Sorry, boss, I have been with Lingquan these two days, and the case has fallen a little more." Su Yukun seemed to be awakened by the street light, so he took a few steps forward and returned the photo of Song Junjie and his son.

Zong Zhengdong took the photo and stopped, and suddenly asked, "When is the time?"

Su Yukun was stunned for a second, feeling that this question was really strange, but he still subconsciously said: "Uh, it should be almost five o'clock, just now..."

His voice suddenly got stuck and he raised his head suddenly.

"Damn, why are the street lights on?"

Every spring and summer, the street lights in the imperial capital are on at 6 pm. Although they don’t walk fast along the way, they can’t spend more than an hour.

"There is no signal on the phone." Su Yugang frowned slightly. This face, which had always been calm, showed emotions for the first time.

"No, the second child." Su Yukun's voice was loud, so he relieved his nervousness. He reached into his pocket with a slightly sweaty hand, but unexpectedly, before he touched his phone, a creepy feeling suddenly came, and his hair stood up all over his body.

Before he could think in a hurry, he turned his wrist and the Gu box was already holding it. At the same time, he quickly turned his head and looked at the street light at the corner of the street.

"Meow--" A wild cat came out from somewhere, squatting in the shadow of the street lights, staring at them with green eyes.

"Fuck, I'm scared." Su Yukun breathed a sigh of relief and put his hand holding the Gu box back in his pocket.

I was so scared that I even swear words came out. Now it seems that it was just a false alarm.

However, after speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere. When he turned around, he saw a cluster of blue flames lit up at the forehead of his second brother Su Yugang.

That is the unique totem of Su's witchcraft, and it is also a precursor to the casting of spells.

Su Yukun's breath was relieved and he suddenly raised his head to the top of his head.

The witch's way of the Su family has always been a witch to guard the quiet and curse to attack. Among the juniors of the Su family, Su Yugang not only has outstanding talent but also has always been calm in character. At this time, even he sacrificed the witch talisman, which shows that it was not Su Yukun who scared himself just now, but that the situation has indeed changed.

Speaking of which, although they are brothers, their paths of practice are different. Su Yukun takes the same path of Gu Zang, while Su Yugang is good at witchcraft.

And this is why Su Yugang always looks calm.

Since he was a child, he had been dancing at other people's graves, using dead bones to divine and use yin soil to rot blood to spell, so he naturally cultivated a body of yin energy. Unlike him, who was playing with insects, he sounded very approachable.

This is actually caused by the thin bloodline of Su family. After a few more than five or six generations, the ancestors of Su family were all witchcraft and magic. If they really wanted to fight, even Cheng would feel a headache.

The reason why Zong Zhengdong brought the two brothers by his side was because the nocturne series of cases was very strange, and the witchcraft of the Su family might play a certain role.

"Where is that cat?"

Su Yukun turned his head and looked at the street lights. There were only a few wild vines on the edge of the light shadow. The drizzle fell silently and the wild cat was gone.

"It disappeared suddenly."

Zong Zhengdong said indifferently, looking down at his watch.

The pointer is set at five o'clock.

One point, one minute, one second.

"Have the watch stopped?" Su Yukun argued a strange look from his expression and asked immediately, with obvious tension and even fear in his voice.

He is indeed a cultivator, but this does not mean that he is not afraid of weirdness.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he has come into contact with, understands, and knows the true lethality of strange things that his fear is greater than that of ordinary people.

Unknown or known is not the source of human fear.

The consequence is.

It's like everyone knows that a gun is a hot weapon, and when there is a gun at you, you will still feel the horror between life and death.

Upon hearing this, Zong Zhengdong put down his watch and nodded, confirming Su Yukun's statement. He looked up again and looked around with a cruel and cruel expression. A faint gold edge lit up on the edge of the amber pupils.

"We should be in the formation," he said.
Chapter completed!