The main targets of the murderer's crimes are gangsters who have dropped out of school, children who are not supervised by adults, and foreigners who are alone in the local area, etc., and so on. According to the murderer's confession, before the execution, he kept everyone who was going to die absolutely awake, watching them scream or plead, and little by little he drove nails into his brain.

It's a pervert! This is the motive characterization of the murderer in this case within the public security.

But Ma Danlong didn't see it that way, and he carefully removed the long black nail and wrapped it in a handkerchief. Say to the captain of the criminal police, do you know what this is? The captain shook his head. Ma Danlong said, this is called the Soul Splitting Needle. Insert it into the head for soul purging. It is to draw out the three souls and seven spirits of a person from the body. Where to lead, Ma Danlong guessed that the murderer must have a magic weapon containing souls, such as gourds, boxes and the like. The captain of the criminal police had no contact with such an incident at all, and was a little stupid, and asked the murderer why he did this.

Ma Danlong said, if my guess is correct, this murderer must be a member of the evil sect, and his methods are not necessarily very clever, but his actions are extremely cruel and vicious. After he draws out people's souls, he has to condense them, either using them to refine magic weapons, or using them to be ghosts. All in all, it's all evil magic, and it's all evil.

The most important thing now is to find the magic weapon that the murderer used to embody the soul. This kind of magic weapon is too damaging to yin virtue and violates the harmony of heaven, and it contains at least dozens of souls in it, leaving it in the world and causing endless harm.

The captain of the criminal police and Ma Danlong are old friends, and they have solved some strange cases together, and they believe in him. A detachment was immediately transferred to thoroughly investigate the murderer's home. Of course, for the sake of mystery, it cannot be understood by outsiders. The captain simply told his men to find a container, possibly a gourd or something. I'd rather miss than let go. For three whole days, containers and other items that were turned out of his house were piled up on the ground, and Ma Danlong checked them one by one. The policeman said with a bitter face, we have all dug out the mouse hole, and there must be no more.

Ma Danlong thought about it, such an important thing, the murderer would definitely be hidden and would not be discovered. He asked the captain to arrange for him to visit the detention center in person and communicate face-to-face with the murderer.

Hearing this, I eagerly asked, "Did he say it?" ”

Ma Danlong took a sip of tea and smiled bitterly: "I didn't say it." He ignored me. ”

"Then did you find the container for the soul?" I asked.

Ma Danlong's eyes were a little confused: "I found it, but I didn't find it." I thought it would never be solved. ”

I yelled, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Ma Danlong sat in a different position, looked at the branches swaying in the night wind outside the window, and said quietly: "The murderer surnamed Qian, the container he used to hold the soul is actually those paintings!" ”

Hearing this, I'm stupid, isn't this Brother Peng?! Fuck me.

Ma Danlong said that it was also a very coincidence that he found out about this. He arrived in the local area and stayed in the guest house of the Public Security Bureau. The case has come to light and has been closed. For some purposes, this part of the details of the murderer's use of the soul splitting needle to obtain the soul was sealed in the file and could not be disclosed, for fear of causing bad influence. Ma Danlong was also leaving, and late at night he sorted out the information of the case in the guest house, and then lay down to sleep.

That pile of hellish paintings, on the head of the bed.

slept until midnight, when a bell rang suddenly, and Ma Danlong sat up abruptly. The ringing is the soul bell he carries with him, this bell is the most sensitive, and when it encounters evil things, it can make a crisp sound.

He looked vigilantly at the dark room, and he didn't feel the existence of yin evil. I was wondering, I suddenly smelled a smell of mush, and when I looked up, I didn't know when the painting on the bedside burned spontaneously without fire, and it crackled and burned.

The corners of Ma Danlong's mouth twitched twice, although he didn't know what was happening, he vaguely felt that there must be something wrong here. He quickly got out of bed, picked up his slippers, and whipped the flames on the paintings.

It's okay if you don't smoke it, Ma Danlong told me, and suddenly a face appeared in his head! It was a man's face, with a wide open mouth, and his facial features were extremely distorted by pain. The big mouth was a big black hole, and the whole face looked cold, like a stick figure out of graffiti.

This face completely occupies Ma Danlong's entire brain, and no matter how close or open his eyes, it can't dissipate at all. And this face also conveys a sad and angry emotion to the extreme. What can a person encounter to exude such a terrible resentment, that kind of yin, that kind of poison, that kind of hatred, like an ocean, can devour all the good things in the world.

What does Ma Danlong do to eat, going to the underworld is like going to the door of his father-in-law's house. If this kind of yin object invades ordinary people, the result will inevitably be immortal and crazy. And he was very calm, biting the tip of his tongue and yelling: "Break." ”

The strange face vanished suddenly. He looked at the burning pile of paintings, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Because the strange face just now came out of the painting. What shocked him the most was that this face he knew, and when he looked through the case files, he saw that it was a victim who died at the hands of the murderer.

The paintings burned one by one, and each one released a spirit, and the soul struggled for a moment and then disappeared invisibly.

The room in the guest house was suddenly ghostly, gloomy, and the light bulbs were disillusioned and hissed. Ma Danlong has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he thinks that he has seen a lot of strange and evil things, but he has never encountered such a sinister and strange situation today. He stood in the middle of the room, not daring to move, and I don't know how long it took for the soul to disappear, the paper burned to the ground, and before I knew it, his back was soaked.

What the hell is going on, he still hasn't figured it out. The soul splitting needle is inserted into the back of the head, the soul is discharged, and the ghost painting is introduced, which seems to be clear step by step, the key question is, what is this person doing this? Condensing souls, that's definitely not right, these souls have been wiped out, let alone practicing ghosts.

Ma Danlong felt incredible, and could only deduce that this was a very mysterious and vicious evil art, and it was related to the underworld. But if you continue to think about it, you have reached a dead end, and there must be some joints in it, and you don't know what the way is.

He hurriedly called the captain of the criminal police and wanted to meet the murderer again. The tone of the criminal police captain was very abnormal, Lao Ma, just now, the murderer died in the detention center.

This kid surnamed Qian didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and sat cross-legged on the bunk to meditate. According to the prisoners in the detention center, this person is usually gloomy, does not like to talk, and his eyes are very poisonous, and he is a Jiangyang thief, and even the prison bully does not dare to provoke him. He meditated late at night, and no one dared to go over to disturb him, and the prisoner sleeping next to him inadvertently touched his hand, which was cold. Trembling and touching his nose again, he no longer gasped.

Such a big living person died silently in the detention center. According to forensic identification, it was a sudden myocardial infarction. And this kid usually has no heart problems at all, although his body is thin, but he is absolutely healthy, there must be something wrong here.

In view of the evil nature of this case, the case could only be hastily settled, leaving an unsolved case.

Speaking of this, Ma Danlong told me that this matter has always been a pimple in his heart, and he searched through the classics, but he did not find any relevant records. I thought that this would become an eternal mystery, but who would have thought that a few years later, there was another Brother Peng who behaved very similarly.

According to his speculation, Brother Peng and the farmer surnamed Qian used the same spell, which could attract the soul and then lock the soul into the painting. What painting can be found to be a picture of the crucifixion of hell in the underworld? I don't know what to do with this.

My question is, where did Brother Peng's soul come from to draw the picture of hell? Did he kill too? Brother Peng seems to be able to not only condense my soul into the painting, but my soul is so good, and he can draw the scene of me cooking in the pot in advance, what does this mean?

After talking about this, it was already the second half of the night, although my heart was like a big stone, but my eyelids were still filled with lead, and I couldn't open them, and I didn't know when I would sleep. I slept soundly and deeply this night, and I didn't dream, and I haven't had such a feeling of sleeping until dawn for a long time.

The next morning, Ma Danlong dropped me off at the bus station and we shook hands and said goodbye. I asked him for a phone number, and there is nothing wrong with making friends with such a strange person. Ma Danlong smiled mysteriously and said that we would meet one day in the future. I asked him if he was going to find Brother Peng, and Ma Danlong said two words lightly, follow fate.

The days gradually calmed down, what trickery, what autopsy, what Brother Peng, everything was like a dream. I try to forget about these things and put my energy into my work every day.

I don't like to be quiet, and I've experienced so many weird and terrifying events, I feel too tired, and I just want to live quietly alone. Li Yang, Tongsuo They have approached me several times and want to get together together, but I politely declined. None of these people are the masters of Ansheng, and if they are mixed together, they will cause some kind of trouble. Life is fine right now, 8 to 5, and I don't want to upset the balance.

In my spare time, I still pay attention to Li Yang's story, his treacherous story post signed by the lone wolf of the earth, which has become well-known on the Internet, and can be seen everywhere on forums and blogs. Many readers are asking if this story is true, Li Yang, this kid, is playing tricks, saying a lot of specious things, pretending to be a life mentor and spiritual leader, and pretending to be a big garlic ...... I read itchy, if he can write, why can't I? I also read Li Yang's writing, saying that he has a high level of Chinese literature, which is lifting, at most, it is to explain things smoothly. The reason why it is so popular depends entirely on the unbelievable events we experienced......

Outside of work, I stared at the computer in the office, registered an ID as an "unrestrained programmer" on the forum, sorted out my thoughts, and began to tell my story. While writing about me, I was dreaming of a dick, and the goddess Wang Xue said to me, do you know an author called "Unrestrained Programmer", what he writes is so interesting, a thousand times better than the lone wolf of the earth. I smiled faintly, acted like a wise man, and said that that person was me. She said "wow", arched into my arms, and panted coquettishly, you are so bad, you are so bad.

I've been all over the table.

The reality is brutal. I wrote it for a few days, and the click-through rate has increased, and occasionally a few people who read the post are also cynical, let me go to Babaoshan to reinvent the furnace, and just such a nonsense level still comes out to post and tell stories.

I was not interested, and the initial excitement had passed, and the more I wrote, the more bored I became. On this day, I was bored and flipped through the posts of ghost stories to relieve my boredom, Li Yang called and told me that Ma Danlong was going to summon the spirits of Li Damin's mother tomorrow, and asked me if I was interested in watching it.

I said no, let's talk about it.

Li Damin is a dangerous person, don't be in a hurry to cut me with a kitchen knife.

Li Yang smiled and said, their family can't thank you enough, Li Damin said that he was able to survive all thanks to Liu Yang, saying that you have the grace to save your life. Li Damin's father asked me to find you and thank you in person.

I said no, if you really want to thank me, just help me find a good job in the future.

Li Yang was surprised, isn't your job safe and stable now, why are you still looking for it? I sighed, the work pressure is too much, don't look at sitting here all day, there are also tasks, and I am tired like a dead dog every day. It's best to help me find a job that sits in the office, has high treatment and benefits, has a fresh environment, is as beautiful as a cloud, does not work overtime, and leaves in advance if the boss turns a blind eye.

Li Yang laughed and scolded you for dreaming, why don't you die.

Hee Hee Ha hung up the phone, I laughed secretly, I didn't go to mess up, I still summoned spirits, and wanted to treat me as a boy, there was no door. Anyway, Li Yang also wants to write this into the story, and if he wants to know what is going on, he can just chase and see it when the time comes.

Wang Xue was transferred to the company's Shanghai headquarters to work a few days ago, and when the goddess left, looking at the empty desk, my heart was also half cold. It is said that the people who work in the Shanghai headquarters are all rich and handsome, and the perverts are piled up, Wang Xue is so simple, there is no difference between going there and throwing meat buns into the hungry dogs, and it hurts to think about it.

When it was time to leave work in the evening, I rushed out of the office as soon as possible. A little later, during the rush hour, the elevator in the office building can be blocked.

The cold winter nights were getting colder and colder, and I wrapped myself in a padded jacket, hummed an out-of-tune tune, and shivered towards the bus stop. I had just turned a street, and suddenly my ears were hot, and I felt that something was wrong.

Turn your head to see, the night market on the street is full of stalls, bustling, under the orange street lamps, the smoke is steaming. I looked left and right, wondering for a moment if I was nervous.

I took two more steps forward, and for no reason, the hairs on my back stood on end. I turned around again, and this time I saw a dark figure standing behind a spicy hot stall in the bustling crowd.

Don't ask me why there are so many people, you can keep an eye on him. It's definitely a very strong feeling. This figure gives me a very dangerous signal. He was like a paper-cut silhouette stuck in from outside this world, sticking there, completely out of step with the lively fireworks around him.

I sighed in my heart, this figure is very familiar to me, it is Brother Peng.

He's stalking me?

My heart began to beat the drum, not that I was scared, but I felt like a toad was jumping on my feet. I thought it was over, how could I still drag such a tail.

I took out my phone and dialed Peng Gang. Peng Gang should be eating, and the other end of the phone is suffocating. There was nothing to say to each other, and he asked me directly what was the matter. I hesitated and asked, "How is your dad doing?" ”

Peng Gang was stunned: "Lao Liu, what do you mean?" ”

Brother Peng condensed his soul and painted the eighteenth layer of hell, and he couldn't tell Peng Gang. I muttered again and asked how his dad was.

Peng Gang didn't speak for a long time on the other end of the phone, and said in the end: "I'll call the hospital now and ask." ”

After hanging up the phone, I was in a state of confusion, and when I looked back, Brother Peng's black shadow was gone. I bought a few skewers and ate them with the same taste as wax. At this time, Peng Gang called, and his voice trembled: "My father...... He's missing. ”

My heart throbbed twice, and I felt my stomach churn and the flesh in my mouth spitting on the ground. Cold sweat soaked on my head, and I suddenly remembered the case of the Qian farmer, Brother Peng wouldn't have become a murderer, he wanted to use a soul splitting nail to hit my brain to attract souls.

I shuddered and asked, "Report, did you call the police?" ”

Peng Gang said anxiously: "My mother and I will go to the hospital immediately." The hospital said that my dad was still there today, but somehow it was gone in a blink of an eye, and they were checking the surveillance. By the way, Lao Liu, why did you suddenly ask my dad? What do you know? ”

I didn't know how to say it, so I hesitated and said, "I saw your dad just now." ”

There was a panic on the phone, Peng Gang seemed to have said a few words to someone, the speed of his speech was fast and urgent, and then he said to me loudly: "Lao Liu, where are you now?" "I'll give you the address. Peng Gang said: "I'll take a taxi to you right now, my mother will go to the hospital, and she and I will be separated." ”

I couldn't tell the reason, I was very flustered, I always felt that something was going to happen, and casually said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”