People here are more accustomed to calling the city "Rain City" than The loser, a name that is full of malice towards the vanquished, though that's also because of the year-round bad weather. Some people say that if it weren't for the goblin tribes, who are accustomed to living underground without daylight, and have built a near-perfect underground passage and water diversion system, I am afraid that the rain city would have been destroyed under this continuous torrential rain.

Officer Chen turned off the wipers, looked at his watch, then at the back seat, and looked at the water dripping on the windshield for a long time before lighting a cigarette and slowly holding up a black umbrella and stepping out of the police car.

The location of the incident had been sent to his car navigation system twenty minutes ago, but he was not in a hurry, there was no need to rush to the front of this kind of drudgery that could not get oil and water, in his opinion, no matter how big the matter was, it was not as important as the sleep of the person in the back.

"Sheriff Zheng, we're here. Lao Chen opened the door of the back seat of the car, stretched the umbrella forward, poured most of his body in the rain, and said earnestly: "You be careful, our side of the sky is so virtuous, how much do you bear - Sheriff Zheng?"

I saw a man sleeping in the back seat of the car with a hat covering his face and snoring like thunder, and his uniform of different colors from the Yucheng Police Station explained his identity as an outsider. Lao Chen tried to pat the man's shoulder, the man's body shook like an electric shock, and then he sat up violently, and the hat on his face slipped off, revealing an angular and young face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't have a good rest on the plane, and I made you see a joke. Seeing the person clearly, Officer Zheng scratched his nose embarrassedly, and without waiting for Lao Chen to answer, he sorted out his uniform and instrument, jumped out of the car, and went straight to the subway station in the rain without looking back, leaving Lao Chen standing in place holding a black umbrella in a daze: "This person...... You're in a hurry, aren't you?"

The death toll of the victims had reached 32 an hour ago, three carriages had been scrapped, the second subway line had been suspended, and a total of 13 news media outlets had rushed to the scene of the crime. In addition, the suspect has fled the scene. The remaining reports are still being written.

Director Johnson felt big.

Although the stump and flesh foam that was all over the ground had been almost cleaned up by the investigators, as soon as he stepped into the subway station, he was almost forced to vomit by the strong smell of blood. He walked into the carriage, where the forensic team was collecting some residual human tissue on the wall and preparing to take it back for further identification, Sergeant Bullock, who was holding a handkerchief covering half of his face, greeted his boss at the other end of the carriage: "Boss, this way." ”

"What's going on?" Director Johnson squeezed through the crowds of forensic doctors to Brock's side, "I didn't expect to be able to experience the B-movie scene in my life. ”

"It's a lot more exciting than a B-grade movie. Bullock pulled out a phone in his arms, and the screen showed the pause button for the video. "It was borrowed from an eyewitness who had recorded it for fun, as he thought it was just a verbal altercation in the subway. ”

"Where's him now?" Johnson picked up his phone and clicked on the video.

"I am receiving treatment from a psychiatrist and multiple contusions on my body. With the three children who were also present. Brock shrugged: "Although I don't think this shadow can be erased for a lifetime." ”

Video is loading......

A young man in casual clothes appears in the frame, and the face of the person in the frame is quite blurry due to the bottom-up perspective.

"I'll ask again! Did you fucking touch my wife just now?" the young man in the picture tugs at the collar of a minotaur rather excitedly, and next to him stands a succubus girl, whose dark purple skin looks particularly irritating against the white clothes.

"I said no, I didn't, where is there so much nonsense!" The old cow pushed the young man to the ground, and impatiently straightened his tie: "She can't control her tail and rub it everywhere on my hands, can this also depend on me......?"

"Damn, you still dare to slander my wife?!" Before he could finish speaking, the young man was already furious, and saw him tear his coat, revealing bulging muscles and gray-yellow scales covering his body. At this time in the video, except for the two people who were tense, no one stepped forward to stop them, and it seemed that they could faintly hear the coaxing and cheering in the background sound.

"Isn't this just a fight between a minotaur and a lizardman?" said Commissioner Johnson, who raised his eyelids and swept the devastated carriage and the blood that smeared almost all the walls and windows, unable to reconcile the two situations.

"The minotaur here is Murul, forty-two years old, who works at the corner bank two stops away. The lizardman's name is Lick, he is twenty-two years old and runs a tattoo parlor. Neither of them had a criminal record, nor had they joined the army, let alone had any combat experience. So they couldn't do it alone. Bullock clicked the play button: "They, just one of the victims, the real prisoners, are behind." ”

Just as the two of them were about to make a move, an extremely cold voice mixed with a variety of negative emotions such as disdain, ridicule, and disgust sounded outside the screen-

"Ha, ha, ha, haha, haha, ugly sin, appeared. ”

A human head flew into the camera outside the frame and rolled down in the center of the two, and his face still maintained a lively and excited expression.

The screams sounded on the screen, and the picture turned sharply, only to see that at the end of the carriage, a headless corpse that was frozen in the clapping motion trembled violently, and a pair of big hands stretched out behind it, and ten fingers were brutally inserted into the empty neck hole of the corpse like a vice, just a pull, the corpse burst open with a terrible sound of separation of flesh and bones, and scarlet blood and torn internal organs instantly covered the entire rear carriage. A tall, stout figure appeared in the saddle of the last row and let out a fierce and terrifying laugh.

Next, nothing but slaughter remains.

Holding back the urge to vomit, Director Johnson watched the entire video, and at the same time, he also understood why the subway car, which was made of high-strength materials to carry people of different races, turned into crumpled waste paper balls.

The floor was almost ploughed apart because two steel hyenas had each stepped under the floor and shattered between the tracks and the wheels as the floor folded like a wave, the sunken walls covered with organs and other human tissues were shattered in two by the force of a huge fist, and none of the windows were intact, as many as 10 victims were thrown out of the car that were only visible in the video. However, Johnson did not see the original three protagonists at the beginning of the video in the chaotic footage, and it was later learned from the Bullock report that the thigh bone of the minotaur was found between the throat tissues of a lizardman.

"This, who the hell is this guy?!" Johnson asked aloud, wiping the cold sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead, pointing at the thug in the video. At the end of the video, the figure seems to have noticed the presence of the photographer, and he deliberately leans down to point the camera at his face, and the video finally stops on a miserable white smiling mask. "If you catch him, you must catch him!!" For the first time in many years of police service, Director Johnson felt such a chill to the bone that he had to rely on a louder and louder voice to suppress his fear.

"Leave it to me. ”

A calm and peaceful voice came from the subway entrance, and Johnson and Bullock followed the voice, and what came into view was a strange figure that they had never seen before, and was also wearing a non-Rain City police uniform.

"Are you ......?"

"Police Officer 79621, Senior Police Detective of Long District, Zheng Yi. The visitor took off his hat, shook off the rain on it, and nodded slightly: "I applied for transfer from the imperial capital to the Zeluther Division, and came here to track down the serial killer [Han Fei]. ”

Killer ...... Han fei?