Hey...... I caught my eye on the sixth row of tombstones, and at the outermost headstone, there was a bouquet of bright lilies, and the petals seemed to have dewdrops, as if they had just been picked.

It's weird, I'm sure I didn't have this bouquet when I passed by here before, but now...... I spent an hour at most at Xiao Rui's grave...... During this time, I didn't see anyone come in at all, and besides, have you ever seen anyone who came out at two or three o'clock in the morning to sweep the grave?

Does this make it clear that there is a ghost in the heart? I couldn't help but be intrigued, whose grave is this? I guess I died quite inside, and I know that there are enough things now, but I still can't control my feet.

"I'm slot!!" Looking at the inscription on the tombstone, I suddenly felt that deep in my heart, there were 10,000 camels, grass and mud horses galloping away and coming and going...... There is no accident on the tombstone, there is a black and white photo, the girl in the photo is smiling like a flower, youthful and sunny, and full of vitality......

She turned out to be Yuan Jiajia, the first deceased person suspected to be in the hands of the Red Butcher...... I think this is too weird, could it be some kind of human game? Is it specifically for me or for Wen Rensheng? Yesterday, the Red Butcher only committed a crime, and today it was such a coincidence that when I came to go to Xiao Rui's grave, he came out to grave Yuan Jiajia?

But what I don't understand is that I made a temporary decision to go to Xiao Rui's grave, and no one can predict it, so ...... It's unlikely that they're coming for me, because I can't even guarantee where I'm going next. And I haven't told anyone, so how can anyone else grasp my whereabouts?

So there is only one possibility, that is, the Red Butcher once again revealed his hiding after the last crime, and the lily on Yuan Jiajia's grave also made me sure that this Red Butcher must be Yuan Jiajia's acquaintance!

If it weren't for an acquaintance, he wouldn't have come to the grave, and if it wasn't for an acquaintance, he wouldn't have known that Yuan Jiajia's favorite thing was lilies. Must still be relatively close friends. And such a friend...... It can always be found, and as for the previous alibi, it must have been forged by someone, the truth. It's always just the truth. And the illusion. Even if you deceive everyone, it will never become the truth.

Therefore, paper cannot contain the fire. Everything will eventually be torn apart, and the disguised side will also be burned out, and there will be nothing left.

I can't wait to call Wen Rensheng...... But as soon as I touched the phone, I hesitated, what if I called him? Could it be that I suspect that I have a nervous problem in the middle of the night, so I came to the grave of my dead boyfriend? As soon as he said this, I was afraid that he would have to be taken to a psychiatric hospital on the spot, and it was time to see a doctor......

It's better to save it...... I frowned, calculating when the Red Butcher would come and when he would leave, and it would not take him more than half an hour to leave.

Because for the first half hour, I had been standing in front of Xiao Rui's tombstone, and I sat down for the second half hour, I think he should not have seen me, or else...... I looked at my bright red cotton clothes, and suddenly I had a feeling that I was dying, what cotton clothes are not good to wear, I have to wear bright red? Isn't this the preference of the Red Butcher?

I was agitated, and felt a little frightened, and tightened my collar and quickened my pace, trotting all the way to the entrance of the cemetery, I don't think he would have thought that in the middle of the night there would be such a psychotic in the cemetery, that is, he did not see me, but I knew that he existed.

What does this mean? The grave keeper was woken up by me tonight, presumably he must have seen the Red Butcher...... So, I quickened my pace, if I had been faster, I might have been able to find the whereabouts of the Red Butcher, and I was so excited that my cells were trembling, it was really exciting...... I guess I'm crazy...... However, whether you are crazy or not, if you have this thing, you have to do it...... Like what......

I squinted meaningfully, but when I was still about ten meters away from the grave keeper, the smile involuntarily froze on my face, and the grave keeper buried his head in the crook of his leg in a posture of bending over and holding his legs, and curled up in the corner outside the wall of the security office.

I thought I could find clues, but I forgot that the Red Butcher was a perverted murderer, and if someone saw him, how could he allow his true colors to be revealed? Anyone thinks it's strange to come to the cemetery in the middle of the night, right? How could he, such a cunning and cautious person, have kept the police at nothing for so many years, and allowed the existence of a little bit of exposure risk?

The grave keeper was an old man of about fifty years old, with deep furrows on his face full of vicissitudes, each one telling of fear, his cloudy eyes had long lost their lustre, his round eyes bulged outward, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshots, as if he wanted to burst out of his eye sockets, recording the last emotions he left in the world, what horror, despair, resentment and nostalgia were.

How could he have thought that someone would suddenly attack and poison him, an old man who was completely unthreatening? Even if he thought it was strange, he would never have thought that that person would be a terrifying red butcher, after all, he was just a worker living at the bottom of society, how could he know about these things? It's not the first time I've been here, and I don't know if it's the last, but I swear I'm going to catch him, bring him to justice, and get justice for the innocent dead.

I watched as the grave keeper's face twisted and painful, and the tongue that stuck out of his mouth changed color, like a fish about to suffocate out of the water, desperately struggling to get oxygen. The old man who was talking to me an hour ago is so alive, I feel extremely angry and guilty, why was the old man killed? It must have been because he saw the Red Butcher, why did he meet him? That's because of my arrival, awakening the sleeping old man, so that he, who was supposed to live safely, was killed by the Red Butcher, if it wasn't for me, how could he die?

This case, now for me, is not just a medium to get the jade pendant, to avenge the old man's blood hatred, that is the responsibility I should bear, and I am at least half responsible for the death of the tomb keeper.

Wen Rensheng quickly rushed over, the siren whined in the dark night, I don't know how many people disturbed their dreams, in the dark night in the city with dim lights, and I don't know how many people will not be able to sleep, but that person, will definitely not include that perverted murderer............ I'm going to catch you!

(To be continued.) )