Dream

In the single apartment

The wall behind the sofa, which had just been painted, was now covered with labels of various colors, all of which contained information that Luo Di had written while watching the video.

The information of the four missing youths was placed in four areas: "Up, down, left, and right," and the relevant information between them was connected by lines.

As for young men, there's no need to emphasize the known commonalities such as age.

There are only three common pieces of information:

1. Well-proportioned figure and above-average appearance.

2. Morning running habit.

3. No nightlife, always home on time every night.

Based on the video footage from the 24 hours prior to their disappearance, they did not exhibit any unusual behavior.

I don't have regular contact with any particular person.

We haven't eaten at the same restaurant twice.

I've never chatted with a stranger for an extended period of time.

The residential areas they live in are also different.

Even their favorite morning running routes aren't exactly the same.

Luo Di even began to suspect that Pluto City's oversight of "Physical Corner" might not have been adequate, leading to the four people's disappearance after encountering Physical Corner, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Since the Investigation Bureau couldn't find anything on the Bright Side, the person behind the youth's disappearance must have extremely sophisticated methods.

However, Luo Di always felt that although the four videos seemed to record details, they were actually missing something.

Thump~

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, your takeout has arrived."

Marco Rubio, with his curly black hair, arrived at the door dressed in standard delivery attire. It was nighttime, and he was carrying a pizza, seemingly guessing that Luo Di hadn't had dinner yet.

"This is my personal favorite Margherita pizza, but I went out of my way to queue for ten minutes to buy it. I hope you like it."

"I'm taking the body now. Just one more reminder, make sure the Pituitary Gland doesn't leak out."

After placing the body in a special black garbage bag, Marco casually asked:

"By the way, have you made any progress in the case?"

"I will start morning runs tomorrow."

"Bravo!"

After giving a thumbs-up, Marco turned and left.

As he walked out of the studio apartment, he rubbed his nose and mouth with his index finger. He thought he had smelled two different kinds of corpse smells, but the other one was very faint, almost nonexistent.

After checking the body bag room again, he shook his head and quickly disappeared from the area.

In the stillness of the night,

Although the streetlights still provided daytime illumination, most people were fast asleep.

Luo Di had just finished two hundred one-arm push-ups and five hundred two-arm push-ups, and had fully adapted to the temporary bionic arm.

After rinsing off the sweat, he took out the same diary he had bought temporarily and recorded the events of the day in detail. He would then paste the pages back into his original diary when he got home.

After doing all this, Luo Di didn't sleep on the big bed, but went back to the sofa, sat next to the "class monitor," and fell asleep sitting there.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a familiar voice woke him up.

"Luo Di, get up now, your classmate is here."

Open your eyes,

What came into view was a familiar bedroom, and a mask design by Luo Di himself, pasted next to the desk.

The hands of the alarm clock by his bedside were almost at noon; it was the first time he had ever slept until this time.

Push open the door,

The older sister from next door also came out at that moment. She seemed to know that guests would be coming to her house today, so she changed into a beautiful long dress.

My parents are busy cooking in the kitchen. There are already quite a few exquisite dishes on the table, as well as coconut juice and fresh orange juice that they just bought from outside.

My mother, wearing an apron, took a moment to come out of the kitchen and open the door.

"Come in, please. The house isn't big, so please make yourselves at home."

Class monitor Wu Wen led Gao Yuxuan and Anna to the door, with the very shy Xiao Ying following behind.

"Thank you, Auntie. This is a gift for you, and also for my uncle and sister."

The class monitor acted as if they were old friends. As soon as he arrived, he put a necklace on Luo Di's mother, then gave another Gift Box of ties to his father who was busy in the kitchen, before moving to the living room.

For the first time, their gazes turned towards Luo Di.

"Luo Di! Happy birthday! Your present will be a little late... This must be the sister you've been talking about. She's so beautiful!"

The class monitor quickly went to greet her, took her hand, and presented her with a specially prepared lipstick set, behaving just like a long-lost distant relative.

Gao Yuxuan followed him in, habitually pushed up his glasses, and then patted Luo Di on the back with his metal prosthetic arm, saying, "Happy birthday."

In his other hand, he was holding a specially made birthday cake and birthday candles representing "18".

As all the dishes were brought out of the kitchen, everyone sat down around the table one after another.

"Wow! It looks so delicious!" The class monitor couldn't help but drool, quickly wiping it away with a tissue. Holding chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, he was already in a sprint-like stance ready to start eating.

The mother looked at the class monitor with a particularly satisfied expression, and then looked at the other students.

Finally, the mother looked at Luo Di in disbelief, completely unable to believe that her son could find such a good group of friends.

"Oh right, Luo Di, there's a plate of steamed sausages that I forgot to bring out. Go get it."

"Good."

Luo Di, who lived closest to the kitchen, got up and went there, but after searching every pot and pan, he couldn't find the sausage he was looking for.

"Mom! Where did you put the sausage? I can't find it."

Luo Di's question went unanswered.

Moreover, when Luo Di listened carefully, he discovered that all the lively sounds had disappeared, leaving only faint and unsettling noises.

The moment I heard that faint sound, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

As Luo Di stepped out of the kitchen somewhat hastily,

Splat! He stepped directly onto the warm, viscous liquid.

The entire room took on a deep red hue under the light.

The group of people who were just gathered around the dining table are now mostly scattered in different areas of the living room, and they all share the same characteristic - they are headless.

The furthest window sill,

The squad leader was squatting there, seemingly doing something that was very familiar to Luo Di.

Gao Yuxuan's body lay in front of her, his metallic prosthetic arm particularly conspicuous.

Luo Di stepped closer, walking through the blood. When they were only a meter apart, the squad leader suddenly stopped cutting and turned around, holding the head, staring at him with a smile.

Happy birthday! Do you like this gift?

Despair!

The familiar clicking sound came from his mouth, and the current scene instantly collapsed.

Sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the curtains and streamed into the room, falling on Luo Di's face.

The dream ended.

When Luo Di woke up on the sofa, he subconsciously looked at the person next to him. The "class monitor" was still sitting quietly on the tissue with his eyes closed.

One night has passed.

Luo Di showed no expression as he looked down at the time on his bracelet.

[06:05]

After taking care of the most basic washing and grooming, shaving off any excess beard and cleaning my face as much as possible, I made sure that I looked pretty much the same as I used to.

He needs to start investigating the case this morning, and going for a run is the first thing he needs to do, which is also an important commonality among the four missing persons.

However, before starting his morning run, Luo Di had one more thing to do.

Now he needs to bring the "squad leader" with him for every move he makes, and it's obviously inappropriate for him to go for a morning run carrying that huge hiking backpack.

The first thing to do is to buy a sports backpack that is the right size and suitable for morning runs.

Perhaps it's the industrious gene inherent in Huaxia Nation, but even though it's very early, the breakfast shops on the street are already open, only the Clothing Store and supermarkets are still closed.

After eating soy milk and fried dough sticks by the roadside, Luo Di, carrying a hiking backpack, pointed to the shop next door called "Parker Sports".

"Excuse me, when does this store open? I'm traveling here and need to buy a small backpack."

The middle-aged owner, with his bronze skin, picked up a fried dough stick from the oil pan and said, "That's my wife's shop, but she's still sleeping. Why don't you take the key and open the door, then you can choose whatever you want."

A lock-picking key was thrown over.

"Thanks."

Luo Di didn't say much, took the key and went to open the door.

The store has quite a few styles of sports backpacks.

Although the class monitor's head wasn't big, he still had to consider comfort. Just as Luo Di was about to reach for a lightweight backpack...

Whoosh~ A gust of cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept by, stirring up the hairs on Luo Di's arm and drawing his gaze in the direction the wind was blowing.

A smaller, more portable trail running backpack, though less comfortable inside, is hanging there.

Luo Di quickly took off the backpack, crouched down in a corner where he wouldn't be seen from outside or by the cameras, and tried to move the class monitor.

Surprisingly, the size was just right, and the internal sponge provided excellent cushioning, making it perfect for my upcoming morning run.

The only problem is that it's too perfect, with absolutely no extra space. It might be too cramped and stuffy for the class monitor.

Just as Luo Di hesitated, he heard a sound, a seductive melody emanating from the darkness:

"It doesn't matter..."

He suddenly opened his backpack and looked at the head.

pity,

It still only has tightly closed eyes and a mouth.