At eighto' clock in the evening, in the Special Investigation Group's office, a passionate song was playing on the computer slightly:
"...Good girl, you're so beautiful. The flowers are all blooming for you. For you, I'm singing, singing out my dream ..."
"What do you mean?" Listening to the passionate song, Zhao Yu heard Miao Ying's confused voice from the video on his phone."Why are you playing such a song for me?"
Hearing Miao Ying's question, Zhao Yu turned off the music and said to her,"How is it? do you feel it?
"This song was copied from Qi Hao's computer. According to the records, Qi Hao played the song at least 200 times in less than 100 days after he downloaded it!"
"Oh ..." Miao Ying suddenly understood."You mean, people who like to listen to such songs shouldn't be dark-hearted killers who like to deal with demons?"
