devil

The next morning, the good news came in a brown paper bag and slammed into the desk with a bang.

"Sure enough, I guessed right." Wang Shiqi looked at the things inside, and a smile appeared on his cheeks: "Doctor Hu has checked, and the medical insurance designation of the three deceased Fan Jianguo, Fu Yan, and Qian Pengyun is this hospital, among which Qian Pengyun is a patient directly handled by Zhou Lifang. ”

"So it's really a doctor who kills people in a row? Are they all sick people killed? Zhen Jin's eyes widened at the case archive inside: "Isn't this a scene that only exists in TV dramas?" ”

"Have you heard that sentence, art comes from life is higher than life, and you don't have the culture to read more books." Xu Ye impatiently drove him away, leaned in and read it carefully: "As a doctor, it is very convenient to know the patient's address, and it is easy to gain the trust of the patient. ”

"There is no direct evidence, don't make up so much for the time being. However, Dr. Hu also provided a clue that Zhou Lifang spends money excessively, so she is tight on money all year round, and even if she is not psychopathic, she may be lured by others. Wang Shiqi sipped soy sauce-flavored instant coffee: "He also said that he once saw Zhou Lifang privately take a large amount of tranquilizers in the name of prescription. ”

Zhen Jin suddenly became excited: "What are you grinding about, hurry up and arrest someone!" ”

"The problem is that there is no direct evidence." Wang Shiqi's fingers tapped on the table: "Just based on the information we got, we can't directly list the other party as a suspect." But ......"

"But?"

"But Dr. Hu gave her her home address." Xu Ye shook his phone proudly: "Zhou Lifang, 806, Building 4, Hepingli Riverview Apartment, it's time to meet this devil doctor for a while." ”

***

She didn't think she would meet death in such a way.

She doesn't do a lot of things to make people die, but she's a doctor, and death is part of her job. The warm body suddenly tensed, then gradually lost its heaves, the muscles became cold and hard, and the blood that had lost circulation fell to the lower position of the back and abdominal cavity, and finally bloomed on the gray corpse. She didn't see the beauty in it at first, but she always did.

After all, she is such a beauty-loving person. She can do a lot for the sake of beauty.

Including things that are not so legal.

The solitary apartment is open and spacious, with an entire wall for beautiful bags and heels, hundreds of lipsticks and brands in crystal vanity boxes, and layers of eyeshadow, nail polish, perfume, obsidian and rose gold, peacock green and rose red, and a flood of material enveloping her, in a throne-like gilded bathtub, a velvet dressing gown that complements her fluffy curls, and every crit is written with perfection.

Except for a little, she was about to die.

Her hands were held high in bondage, her tongue numb and stagnant, holding it in her mouth like a piece of dead flesh, she lifted her heavy eyelids, and even though it was already here, she tried to lift her arms above the water.

Because it was not hemp rope or chains that bound her, but - paper. The thin, translucent, strip-shaped paper tape is glued around both wrists and can tear at the slightest tremor. If you touch the water, the consequences are even more unimaginable.

The voice on the other side laughed softly: "Good, that's right." ”

Don't struggle, at least you can die beautifully. If you resist, run away, or just let this ridiculous, paper handcuff break off......

The sulfuric acid in that person's hand will be poured without hesitation.

Even though her consciousness was blurred, the hissing and burning skin and flesh cracks in her fantasy still made her shiver. The surface of the bathtub ripples.

"Tsk, you just moved after speaking, it's not good if you can't stand the praise." There was a little restraint in that voice, but his face, even at such a time, had to admit that it was perfect and dazzling.

If it weren't for falling in love with this face, she would never have come to this point. She has been floating outside for so many years, what wind and waves have she not seen? It's a pity that she knows she has to pay the price, but she doesn't know that the price will be so heavy.

He asked for her money, and he wanted her life.

The hands reached out again and wrapped around her from behind, and the scalpel was handed over, clenched in her right hand, and then proflicked downward, the blade over the crests and troughs, over the plains of the abdomen, and finally on the inner thighs.

"Someone told me that it is difficult to die by cutting your wrists, but it is different when you cut your aorta." He sighed and apologized a little annoyed: "I'm sorry, it's my class that got the axe." You're the doctor, you should know best. ”

His slender fingers exerted a slight force, allowing the blade to break through the flesh, and the effect of the tranquilizer reached its peak, and he could barely feel the pain, only to feel a crimson flower bloom in front of his eyes.

The faucet was turned on again, and the dripping warm water meandered down, slowly submerging the body. The color of the water turned from dark to light, and the shade gradually changed from 154 to 142 - at this point, it was not the sinful half life that flashed through her mind, but Chanel's lip gloss, and she laughed out loud at the thought.

She slipped into her own blood, spitting out mermaid-like bubbles, strands of hair swaggering like aquatic plants.

***

When Wang Shiqi and Zhen Jin rushed to the door of 806, they happened to hear a muffled sound from inside. The two glanced at each other, and Zhen Jin immediately slapped the door: "Is there anyone?" ”

After a while, a muffled male voice came out: "Who?" ”

"Police, there is something that needs to be investigated and asked a few words."

There was no answer, but Wang Shiqi felt a sudden tension in the air. He chuckled in his heart, and sped up the frequency and force of the door: "Open the door, okay?" Is there something wrong? ”

This time there was a voice, it was a panicked thump, as if something was desperately hammering the floor, mixed with a little intermittent muffled grunt, and finally, as if struggling to break free of something, a female voice screamed: "Help! ”

"Not good!" Zhen Jin kicked the door open, pulled his legs and rushed in.

They found a little girl in the bedroom, curled up in a cupboard, about a teenager, with unkempt hair, a tank top and shorts that couldn't cover the bruises on her arms and legs. Seeing them rush in, the girl cried out in fright.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhen Jin shouted into the room, and there was a middle-aged man under his feet, and when he ran into the door, this person was holding a bamboo stick to greet him. He was hit with a stick, and the other party was no better—he was dislocated from his hard-honed grappling skills, and he was pressed to the floor and howled in pain.

Wang Shiqi squatted down as cautiously as possible, keeping eye level with the trembling girl: "Are you okay?" ”

With tears in his eyes, he shook his head slowly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a police uncle, I'm here to catch the bad guys. You're safe now, I'll ask you a few questions, you can think about it, and it's okay to answer me slowly, okay? ”

“…… Well. ”

"What's your name? How old are you? Do you know this man out there? ”

"I ...... My name is Wu Jiajia, I'm fifteen years old, and that person ......" She sobbed, as if trying to pull herself back from her shocked trance. "The guy out there...... He's my dad. ”