By the time I had finally come out of the water, I had already walked into my neighborhood. Sometimes, when you walk down the road and get fascinated by things, you will walk a long distance before you know it, and when you come back to your senses, you will feel as if someone had cut a large part of the video out of the middle.

Looking at the sky, it was late afternoon, and two-thirds of the sky was turning tile blue, and the other third was gradually dissolving the fiery red.

I walked into one of the apartment buildings, took the elevator to the twelfth floor, put my cane down the wall, pulled out the key, unlocked my door, picked up my cane, and pushed the door in.

There was silence in the room, and even the movement of me when I closed the door gave me a hollow smell.

My mother died at the same time as my brother was born, my father Lao Xu often spent his days in police work, and my younger brother studied in a residential school, and it was common for him to come home without anyone in the house.

But just in case, I still sent a text message on my mobile phone, asking Lao Xu if he would go home for dinner, so as not to suddenly come home without saying a word when I was eating alone, and then asked stupidly: "Why don't you have my share?" "It was as if I had taken the time to go to the toilet while eating a buffet alone, and when I came back, I was really surprised to find that the waiter had removed my leftovers, and I really wanted to add another plate of hot rice and put it on his face.

That being said, you can't feel free to ask him to go into the kitchen by himself, and I'll have to make up for it in the end. He is also a younger brother, they are clearly able-bodied people, and their ability to take care of themselves is not as good as that of me, a disabled person.

Moments later, his reply arrived. He said, "No." ”

After more than ten seconds, he sent another text message, "It doesn't matter if you're alone? ”

I typed in the reply phrase "you're busy with you", and I thought it was rude, so I changed it to "it doesn't matter" and send.

His reply came quickly, and it was just one word, "Oh." ”

*

I started using the Internet to investigate the crime in Beaver City in recent weeks.

The difficulty of obtaining this information is mainly focused on the fact that typing with only the left hand is not fast enough, and the investigation itself is very simple, and the Beaver City Public Security Bureau will put the information of most of the dangerous criminals who are being wanted on the official website, encourage enthusiastic citizens to actively report after witnessing the suspected person, and reward cash and pennants depending on the quality of the clues.

It only took a few moments for me to lock on to the face of a white criminal.

Beaver City is a mixed-race city, which is common in the Union.

The white man I locked up at this time was a chubby man in his thirties, who used to run a car repair shop illegally in the old city, and God knows what kind of unknown thoughts would happen to people who did this kind of work, and one day he closed the shop and became a news figure in Beaver City, a freshly baked serial murderer.

He has an eerie nickname, and his nickname comes from his bizarre attire - according to the testimony of zealous citizens, the serial murderer wears whatever he wears, he wears sheepskin like a priest of an ancient tribe, paints his face in the shape of stripes, and does not give up his performance artist style even if he knows it is conspicuous. Based on this rare physical trait, the police called him the "sheepskin killer".

For convenience, I have since referred to him by this nickname.

I'm not too happy to remember his real name, which is more than three times as long as I am.

The police tracked down the results, showing that the sheepskin killer's modus operandi was not complicated, and his main time period was at night, waiting for the opportunity like a ghost in an urban monster on the side of a small road in the city, and then suddenly appeared when passers-by passed by, kidnapped passers-by to more inaccessible places, inflicted brutal torture, and finally brutally killed them like slaughtering meat animals.

There are already three citizens who died at his hands, but the police suspect that the actual number of victims is even higher, but the body has not yet been found.

The victim had no public contact with him during his lifetime, and private contact could be basically ruled out, and the overlap in the field of work was also low, so it can be seen that his motive for the crime should not be vendetta or conflict of interest worth mentioning, but just foraging for food with hungry predators, killing whoever he catches.

The police are actively searching for this criminal, but it is strange to say that his clothes are so conspicuous, and the scope of the crime is mainly concentrated in urban areas, but there is only one such case in the eyewitness testimony, which makes the search process deadlocked.

Finally, the police also emphasized on the wanted page: there are clues that he is likely to be carrying a pistol, and citizens are advised to quickly stay away from the scene and call the police after witnessing.

Pistol...... I subconsciously closed my eyes, and the last scene of my previous life came to my mind, the fire bursting from the muzzle of the gun, the horror of being pierced in the abdomen, the desperation when the darkness embraced me......

After a few moments, I broke free from the yellowed old emotions of a diary.

I've decided to make him the target of the Blood Sacrifice at this stage.

But the question is, how do I find this serial murderer who can't even be found by the local police?

Naturally, I couldn't do anything on my own, so I chose to turn to the city's underground tipsters.

*

I took out some old phone parts from the bed cabinet where the clutter was kept, disassembled the game handheld and radio, and tossed around for a quarter of an hour, wasting at least ten minutes in the middle of the process because of the inconvenience of movement, before finally reassembling it into a "work phone" that I hadn't used for a long time. Then, while charging the phone, I contacted the "drone".

"Drone" is an underground tipster with whom I have communicated many times in the past, and has good credit in the black zone of Beaver City.

When the fifth sound sounded, the drone answered the phone and asked, "Who?" "Just by listening to the voice, you can understand that he is a young man, but it is also possible that the voice has been processed with software.

I took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and spoke in a different voice than usual, "It's me." ”

"Who are you?"

"Don't you want to die?"

"I'm sorry." He immediately threw in the towel and said, "But seriously, I really didn't recognize you just now...... You've been silent for a whole year after that, and I thought you died in some corner. ”

"As you can see, I'm not dead, you can sell this information." I say.

The drone asked nervously: "It's really fake, you can't be talking back, if I sell you information, you're going to kill me too, right?" ”

His apprehension was not unfounded, for I did kill people.

In the past, I used to do a lot of unknown struggles in pursuit of psionic energy, not just out of assumptions, just thinking that "because I'm a time-traveler, my soul is different, so I can't awaken psionic energy", and then I tried a little hard and did nothing - by no means, I did try my best like an ultramarathon runner, and finally found that I had indeed reached a dead end, and I came to this conclusion.

Here are just two things that are relevant to the present:

First, I have practiced martial arts, and I have also tried to temper my body to the extreme, this is because the soul and the body are closely connected, as the saying goes, "orange born in Huainan is orange, born in Huaibei is orange", the body is like the soil of the soul, a strong body can support a strong soul, and a strong soul has a better chance to develop spiritual energy;

Second, after the failure of the above route, I turned to the local black zone, and all the things that happened in between, if I were to tell them all, it would be a long story. To cut a long story short, I'll just make a final conclusion: I have some lives on my hands now, but due to the betrayal of my former partner, I was ambushed and seriously injured, and today's disability is the result of the past.

But the drone didn't know about my disability, and he and the rest of the Black Zone only knew that I was "seriously injured and missing", otherwise he wouldn't be so jealous, afraid that I would kill my ex-partner and the people who ambushed me with my own hands.

"What am I going to kill you for?" I said, "Well, I need you to do me a favor." ”

"As long as it's related to intelligence." When it comes to work, he is meticulous, "The money has to be paid." ”

"I know the rules." I said, "I want the whereabouts of the sheepskin killer." ”

He suddenly fell silent.