Chinese I took a deep breath, barely suppressed the anger in my heart, and walked over to remove the bud rod, revealing the little girl's whole body, and at the same time saw the back of a departing figure.

The man was not too tall, about 1.7 meters, with a gray scarf for women wrapped around his head, and ordinary gray-black clothes on his body.

I glanced down at the little girl, her clothes were intact and unviolated, but her back was covered with blood, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

The scars on his back were knife marks, and every knife mark was completely pierced from the inside out, and the murder weapon was a sharp knife.

What the little girl shook just now should be the murderer stabbing the knife from behind, and every time he exerts force, the murderer uses all the strength of his body.

I squatted down and looked at the wound on the little girl's back for a long time without saying a word, what kind of hatred, what kind of hatred, could make the murderer so ruthless to a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

Under my gaze, the little girl slowly turned her head and said with difficulty, "I want to go home!" ”

With that, her body became transparent and vanished.

"Help!"

As soon as the little girl disappeared, a cry for help came.

I got up and ran in the direction of the cry for help, and within a few steps I saw a man in his thirties staggering towards me, with a deep stab mark on his face, and his face was bloodied.

Facing me, he showed a look of surprise on his face and held out his hand to me.

With a pop, the tip of a knife came out of his throat, blood gushed out, his eyes showed a dead gray, his mouth opened as if to say something, the knife jerked back, swept sideways, and embedded in his neck.

A foot kicked out between his legs, his body jumped upward, the knife was drawn, and a splash of blood bloomed before my eyes, and the murderer appeared before my eyes again.

The gray gauze scarf, the boning knife, and the cold eyes were exactly the same as the first time, he just looked coldly at the corpse on the ground, and turned around and walked into the depths of the bud field.

This is the second time I have seen the murderer, and it was the second victim who fell to the ground.

The murderer's methods were very neat, without a trace of mud and water, and it was almost a one-hit kill.

I crouched down and looked at the victim, his eyes were wide open, with a hint of wonder in them, as if I couldn't understand why he was killed!

"Rack, rack!"

At this moment, a rush sounded, and I walked out quickly in the direction from which the sound came, and the moment I walked out of the bud rice field, a carriage appeared in front of me.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties, who sat on the frame recliningly, whipping a whip in his hand, and occasionally throwing a sound in the air.

Every time there was a sound, the big yellow horse would move faster.

"Rack! Frame! ”

After another sound, the driver shouted happily twice, but he didn't notice that a figure came out of the bud field on the oblique side.

"Be careful!"

Seeing the figure, I subconsciously shouted.

The driver seemed to hear it, and was stunned for a moment, and the figure that came out of the bud suddenly moved.

At a distance of ten meters, he caught up in a few steps, raised the boning knife in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely at the neck of the car.

With a pop, the tip of the knife peeked through the other side of his neck, and after pulling out the blade, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the driver and he fell out of the car.

As if sensing this bloody scene, the horse let out a sigh and ran along the dirt road to the village.

The murderer tilted his head sideways and stared at the driver.

The driver clutched his neck, as if trying to stop the bleeding, and there was a ho-ho sound in his mouth, and blood bubbled out of his mouth.

The next moment, the murderer fell down, used all his strength to stick the knife into the car, and stabbed him in half.

Maybe he didn't think it was fun, but the murderer pulled out the knife and stabbed the car again.

I can see very clearly that when the murderer stabbed him a second time, the driver of the car was already dead, but the knife still did not stop.

Every knife of the murderer used all his strength, and every time, he was eager to stab the handle of the knife into it, a total of eighteen knives before and after, and the knife penetrated the body, until the last trace of strength was exhausted, and the murderer gasped and left.

It's not just about killing, it's about venting.

I saw something wrong, this murderer didn't seem to have a grudge against the driver.

I hesitated, followed the murderer, and went with him into the bud field.

The murderer didn't go too far in the bud field, he stopped at a distance of about five meters from the path, sat cross-legged on the ground, and his eyes under the scarf showed a look of excitement.

The wind is very strong, the sun is very strong, the bud rice stalk swaying with the wind, making a rustling sound, and then accompanied by the reputation of the grasshopper, the pastoral wind is very strong.

Soon there was a sound of talking on the path, and several villagers came together, chatting briefly in the parents, the murderer's hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, his breathing became heavier, and his eyes were staring at the villagers who passed by.

may feel that there are a lot of people, and the murderer forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, panting heavily.

After these villagers passed by, two more villagers came over, this time it was a mother and daughter, one of them was Ge Yan, who seemed to be arguing with her mother about something.

I listened attentively, it seemed that the mother was scolding her daughter for being shameless, yes, the daughter fought back without showing weakness, saying that the three generations did not leave the roots of the grandmother's family, and the reason why this is the case is that they are all people who follow the grandmother's family.

With a snap, the mother gave her daughter a slap, trembling with anger.

The daughter stared at her mother without showing weakness, still scolding.

The mother and daughter passed the path noisily and walked in front of the murderer.

The murderer forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and the hand holding the knife loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, but still couldn't make a decision, whether to kill or not to kill!

In his eyes, I saw a trace of friendship for Ge Yan, and this murderer knew Ge Yan.

After Ge Yan and her mother walked by, another woman appeared, this time a woman in her thirties, very average-looking, but with a good figure.

The murderer didn't bear it this time, rushed out like crazy, and stabbed the woman in the chest.

The knife was inserted very right, and it was pulled out to bring out a puddle of blood, unlike the previous two times, the murderer seemed to have a strange mind this time.

A knife stabbed the woman down, he began to tear the woman's clothes, blood gushed out from his chest, blood-stained clothes were torn off, the murderer scratched two handfuls indiscriminately, and the desire in his eyes slowly receded, replaced by a strong killing intent.

As with the other two victims, he raised his knife and thrust it like crazy.

"The third!"

Looking at this scene, I muttered.

This is the third victim, and like the first two, the killer is just there to vent.

For the victim, the murderer chooses very randomly, whoever passes by here and happens to catch up with him, who may be the victim.

I was in a trance, everything in front of me was too real, the yellow-green buds, the whirring wind, the blazing sun, and my warnings, I could feel them, and those who were victims could hear them.

The only thing I couldn't hear was the murderer, who didn't notice me at all, just followed the old routine, hiding the ambush and leaving no room alive.

Like the first two, after killing the third person, the murderer once again disappeared into the bud field, and the sky also darkened.

The moon hung in the night sky, it was round and bright, and there was a voice on the path again, it was a student.

A group of students lined up and walked back along the path.

The murderer hid in the bud rice field, staring coldly at the students, and behind him, there were three figures covered in blood.

Facing the passing students, the murderer couldn't help but gasp for breath, his eyes were scarlet, and in the end, he didn't know what the reason was, he didn't make a move.

When the last student walked by, he slammed the ground, carried the knife upside down, and bent his body along the bud rice field, towards the village.

I immediately followed, understanding that this was an opportunity to see the murderer's face.

The murderer did not walk fast, dragging his steps, and made a characteristic rustling sound in the budding rice field, which was matched with the cry of the crickets, giving people a peculiar feeling.

After walking about fifty meters, the murderer's voice disappeared abruptly, and the sky brightened again, there was no emerald green, no scorching sun, only withered yellow bud rice stalks.

I glanced around, Liangzi and Aunt Ren looked at me from a distance, saw me come out, and waved at me.

I nodded to them and looked back, but there was nothing but yellow budding rice.

I immediately understood that once the murderer got out of the bud field, everything would return to normal, and if I wanted to find out the truth, I had to return to the bud field.

I exhaled slowly, took a step back, and returned to the bud field, the scenery in front of me changed, it was still daytime, it was still the emerald green bud rice stalks, and there was a heavy wheezing sound.

I turned my head to the side and saw the murderer lying on the ground, panting, staring at the path ahead.

I crouched down, bowed down, and lay next to the murderer, which was the closest I had ever been to the murderer, and a strange smell came over me.

This smell is not fragrant or smelly, it is very strange, some similar to the smell of sweat, I pondered for a while before I reacted, this is fox odor, the murderer has a fox odor.

On the path, another man approached.

This time it was a man who came over, about forty years old, who should have been doing farm work a lot, with very dark skin, wrinkled brows, and although he looked very thin, he could feel that his slightly thin body was full of strength.

Seeing this person, the murderer hesitated for a moment, but the slightest hesitation was drowned in a heavy gasp.

He got up from the ground, clenched his sharp knife, tried not to make a movement, and walked cautiously towards the man.

One step at a time, he got closer and closer to the man, dragging a trail of blood behind him, and the three victims followed him, repeatedly trying to rush forward, each time, they were forced back by the sharp knife.

Finally, the murderer came out of the bud and came behind the man, raised his sharp knife, and stabbed at the man.

As if sensing danger, the man turned slightly to the side, and the knife was deflected, piercing into the ribs and getting stuck there.

"Ahh

The fourth victim howled in pain, and his first reaction was not to run away, but to turn around and resist.

With a thud, the elbow hit the murderer in the face, and the murderer let go of the handle of the knife and bowed down in pain.

Without the knife, the three previous victims rushed up in an instant.

Before he could get close, he was pushed away by an invisible force, and the cold aura brought by him did not make the murderer timid, but made him even more crazy.

He grabbed the fourth victim by the waist and ran backwards against him, perhaps being swept away by the aura, or perhaps by the knife on his back affecting his movements, he stumbled and fell backwards.

Landing on his back, the handle of the knife was pressed against the ground, and it was inserted a little deeper, and the victim's eyes went black in pain and he fainted.

People are knives, I am fish and meat, there is no resistance, the murderer turned the victim over, pulled out the knife, and plunged it into his neck.

The fourth victim died, worse than the first three, and the murderer stabbed him again and again until he stabbed his entire body to pieces.

Panting, the murderer stood up from the corpse and smiled silently, his eyes quietly stained with a trace of blood.

The murderer left, just like the last time, out of the bud rice field, I followed him, and when he walked out of the bud rice field, everything returned to normal.

From beginning to end, none of the four victims saw the murderer's face, and the only thing they saw was a pair of bloodshot eyes and a fox smell.

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