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In the delicate small box, a leaf is delicate and delicate, and the color of the emerald green special West Lake Longjing lies quietly on the delicate red silk, revealing a different luxury.

There is a saying that the laity drink a lot, who helps the fragrance of tea.

However, Director Zheng is not a person who knows how to taste tea.

The layman is talking about him, and he can't calm down in the floating world and taste the mellow sweetness of this special Longjing tea.

Today's brewing of this pot is just because of a whim.

took a sip of the green and translucent tea soup, Director Zheng smashed it, but he still didn't taste anything.

Simply drink it all up.

"This thing seems to be a good gift, and the taste is really not as strong as liquor......," Director Zheng muttered.

At this time, the phone on the table was ringed, and it was the internal phone of the Public Security Bureau.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Director Zheng put down the cup and pressed the hands-free button.

"Deputy Bureau, someone reported a murder!"

"Well, I'll be there soon!" Director Zheng was shocked, could it be that something happened again?

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The informants were Yang Wenliang and Zhu Weiming, who not only looked embarrassed at this time, but even a little nervous, looking around from time to time, and didn't know what they were looking for.

"Tell me, where is the murder you are talking about? Chen Duoduo asked with the transcript.

"I, we don't know where she is, but my computer should be able to find it!" replied Yang Wenliang.

Chen Duoduo frowned and said, "You must know that reporting false police is responsible, what is the situation of 'him/she' you are talking about?"

"Hey, why are you two stinky boys?" At this time, Director Zheng also arrived, looking at the two of them with some surprise.

"Uncle Zheng, kill someone! kill someone!" After Yang Wenliang and Zhu Weiming saw Director Zheng, they seemed to be a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, and their whole eyes lit up and shouted.

"Be quiet, come one by one," Director Zheng pulled a chair and sat down, knocked on the table, and asked, "The gender of the victim?"

Yang Wenliang replied: "Female." ”

"Where did you see the crime scene?"

Yang Wenliang hesitated and replied: "...... monitoring software I programmed?"

Chen Duoduo said coldly: "Don't you know that this is a crime!"

Yang Wenliang was pressed by Chen Duoduo's righteous and awe-inspiring domineering, and shrank his body, and he wanted to shrink into the chair, but the fat meat dragged him down, so he had to cowardly say: "I, I surrender, can the punishment be reduced......

Director Zheng was so angry that he glanced at Yang Wenliang, hating iron and not steel: "Always doing something that is not good, it's really blind to the knowledge you read!"

Not to mention that although Yang Wenliang is not amazing, he is a dead fat house, but he is also a famous university graduate.

Director Zheng said to Zhu Weiming, "You can tell me in detail about the situation at that time," and instructed Chen Duoduo: "Give me the transcript, you find two people, go to this kid's house, and bring back the 'tools of crime'." ”

When Yang Wenliang heard that his hard work was about to be confiscated, his face turned pale immediately, but in the face of his righteous Uncle Zheng, he really didn't dare to let go of a fart or anything like that.

Zhu Weiming, with the help of Director Zheng, sorted out his thoughts and said everything he saw in detail.

After really sorting out the case in their mouths, Director Zheng couldn't help but gasp, what a cruel murderer this is, the little tricks of Hua Xuyang before are just a drop in the bucket compared to this guy!

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Rewind to half an hour ago.

In a modest rental house, a naked woman lies quietly on the floor, a white linen cloth covering her crotch.

Unlike the plump lower body, the upper body that has been disemboweled, even if it is called a demon, is not an exaggeration.

It stands to reason that this level of dissection should be an extremely bloody scene, but it is so weird that no blood flows out. To be precise, the blood oozing from her wound was carefully removed, and a terrifying healing drug was used, so that her incision was completely healed!

The extracted blood was not wasted at all, and in a strange vessel, it was blended into a viscous scarlet pigment, like cinnabar, and a brush with a dark red tip was dipped into the vessel.

When you drink enough, it seems that there is a strange vitality that is stimulated!

Under the light, the brushes, dyed scarlet, reflect surprisingly unsettling colors.

Apparently this was not the first time he had done this, expertly holding the bloody brushstrokes, slowly sketching a pattern around the woman on the floor that would take up most of the room.

It was a sacrifice to please His God, His Father.

This is the last stroke, only need to sketch out the last rune, and the whole ceremony is completed.

However, the unexpected happened!

The steady brushstrokes were distorted by a strong force!

The woman's eyes widened instantly, and her entire violently beating heart 'thud' turned into a puddle of minced meat!

The blood scattered and defiled the sacrifice.

He stood up and looked at everything in front of him with a blank face, knowing that it was because an outsider had witnessed his sacrifice and had defiled the sacred sacrifice.

Looking around, he noticed the fragments of the desktop computer's camera next to him, the broken camera, and the crimson blood stains, which were instructions from his God, his Father.

I took out my phone, looked through the address book, and made a phone call.

"Hey, Fourth Brother?" was the voice of a young teenager on the other side.

"Is the passage safe?" he asked faintly.

"Okay, it's safe now, what's wrong?" the boy didn't know what he had done, but it was clear that after he had dealt with it, the call was no longer in custody.

"The sacrifice to the Father was interrupted, opposite by a camera that hacked into the computer. ”

"Hacker, fourth brother, you run the 003 file on the hard disk I gave you on this computer, and at the same time ensure the network connection, I will find out this ant." The boy's tone was unusually relaxed, as if dealing with such a thing with his hacking methods was as easy as twisting up a grain of sand.

A portable hard drive was connected to the computer, and the 003 file was clicked on by him.

Soon an address was sent.

Packing up his tools, he pushed the door straight out, not even looking at the filthy sacrifice on the ground, the worthless sacrifice was at best a piece of rotten meat.