零点血案 初夏深夜,夜阑人静,雄踞在夜幕中的浦东S新村。大部分的窗户黑洞洞地紧闭着,唯有99号楼朝东的窗户敞开着。屋主俞先生是一家水泥厂的员工,一周前刚义务献了血,此刻也正在梦乡。 新村小路上,一个40岁左右身材瘦小颧骨突出的男子骑着一辆自行车在徘徊,贼亮的眼腑四处搜寻。瞥见敞开的窗户,他阴沉沉的脸上掠过一丝笑意。锁了自行车,“嗖”的窜上6楼,脱去农袜.从窗户翻入室内,在床前拿了俞夫妇的衣裤翻检一遍却一无所获。 Zero bloodshed Early summer night, the night was quiet, dominating the night in the Pudong S Village. Most of the windows are tightly closed in dark holes, with only the east facing window of Building 99 open. Mr. Yu, the owner, is a cement factory employee who donated blood only a week ago and is still dreaming. Village path, a 40-year-old thin figure prominent cheekbones prominent men riding a bicycle in the wandering, thieves bright search around. A glimpse of the open window, his dark face passing a smile. Locked the bike, “whiz” channeling on the 6th floor, take off the socks.From the window into the room, took Yu couple’s bed in front of the clothes to check again but nothing.