After my dad finished talking about the strange conversation about serial murders, he slowly turned around, took out a stack of photos from the chair behind him, and threw them directly in front of me.

Although I already wanted to leave here, out of curiosity, I subconsciously picked up the stack of photos, put them in front of me, and looked at them carefully.

In the next second, cold sweat continued to flow down his back.

I just felt that my stomach was constantly tumbling, as if something was about to come out, and I couldn't hold back it, and vomited it directly.

There are about 20 or so photos, and they are all about the tragic situation of those murdered women.

One woman was roped to a flat surface that resembled an operating table, and her eyes and mouth were tightly stitched together with needles and threads. The killer cut the poor woman's back with a sharp weapon and removed her kidneys alive.

Another woman was curled up in a corner, looking like she had no vital signs. The psychopathic killer directly cut off the other party's face with a sharp weapon, and the dripping blood and white bones were almost completely exposed to the air, and in the photo, even the white teeth were clearly visible.

To be honest, I would never have imagined that a person would be like this before this.

Fear is like a contagion, gradually spreading from the deepest part of my heart, holding the photo in my hand, at that moment, I was really scared.

The middle-aged man in front of me with black-rimmed glasses who looked weak and couldn't help but be windy was still holding a cigarette at this time, looking at me calmly, and I couldn't see what the guy was thinking.

It's hard to imagine what the dead woman in these photos really looks like to him?

Looking at the man's eyes without a trace of waves, it was a long time before I finally organized the language: "This... Where did this picture come from? ”

"It was given to me by a friend who works at the police station." My dad took a cigarette in his mouth and slowly spit out these words. It seems that in his eyes, these so-called photos of the murder scene are just as ordinary as ordinary landscape photos.

I came to realize that maybe it wasn't until now that I really began to understand the man standing in front of me.

"Then you... Why are you showing me these photos? ”

"Because I'm wondering, what do you think about this murder?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have wasted my time here." In the seemingly flat tone, it gives people an irresistible sense of oppression. Swallowing, he shifted his gaze to the photo in front of him again.

Gradually, some indescribable emotion gradually surged from the deepest part of my heart. When I saw the photos of the murder scene again, the feeling of nausea faded away, replaced by a sense of excitement that I had never felt before.

My brain began to work at a rapid pace, and a series of nouns kept coming to mind.

Next, I said almost without thinking: "The murderer... The killer should have been quite familiar with surgery, or at least had similar experience。。。。。 ”

As soon as the words fell, a happy smile quickly flashed across his face, and then he quickly asked, "Oh! How so? ”

"The wound, the wound in the back is too smooth!"

The wound on the back of the first deceased was unusually incisional, and the murderer almost used only one knife to find the exact location of the kidney, and then followed the wound, took out the entire kidney, and then threw it all around the deceased.

Without relevant surgical experience, ordinary people would not be able to perform such an accurate operation, let alone take the kidney out of the body with just one operation.

My dad listened, nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to ask, "Do you have any other opinions?" ”

"The second point is that the murderer has a very serious tendency to abuse, and he tortured the victim in every possible way before finally brutally killing him!"

The victim's wound was covered with blood, bright red in color, and everywhere. If the other party had killed the victim first and then tortured the corpse, the blood would have almost coagulated, and even if the wound had been cut, it would never have spread to such an extent.

To sum up, that bastard murderer is enjoying the whole process, watching the victim gradually die under his torture, and that bastard's heart can reap great satisfaction! This kind of person is extremely harmful to society, and if he is not arrested for a day, then the whole society will not be at peace for a day!

Speaking of this, my dad finally put away the photo and nodded with satisfaction: "For the first time, it is quite good to be able to draw these conclusions." It seems that you are naturally more talented than others in this area! But talent alone is still far from enough. ”

As soon as the words fell, my dad picked out another photo and put it in front of me.

What is recorded in this photo is the appearance of the woman who has had her kidneys cut off, and her hands are tied behind her back.

He pointed to the rope on the woman's arm and said coldly, "Look here! ”

"What is this?" My eyes widened and I looked over.

The woman's wrist is very thin, and the skin is unusually fair, it should be inferred from the skin condition of the arm, the victim woman is not very old, roughly estimated, should be only about 20 years old.

"See this knotted rope?"

"See! The rope was knotted in such a delicate way that it was not so much a rope that bound her arm, but rather a gift. ”

Treat the victim as a gift? When I said this, I felt a chill in my heart, what kind of terrible guy could do such a thing?

"To be able to tie such a delicate buckle, that guy's fingers must be quite delicate, at least a rough man, it is definitely impossible to tie such a rope buckle. I don't know if you ever thought that the murderer who committed these bloody crimes could be a woman? ”

"But why? Why did that murderer commit such a cruel act? "There are many ways to get pleasure and satisfaction. Why do you have to kill? What is human life in the eyes of that bastard?

This time, my dad didn't answer me, just hurriedly put away the photo, and then stood up: "This question is left to yourself, I hope you can find the answer in the future." ”

"Me? Find out? ”

"Yes, let's go, if I'm not mistaken, there should be someone waiting for you, don't let the other party wait too long." After saying this, he stood up and slowly opened the door a gap, as if urging me to get out quickly.

Despite my doubts, despite being confused, I slowly stood up and walked out the door under his undeniable tone.

"By the way, where is my mom, why haven't I seen her all day?" I remember that my mother was either looking at the shop downstairs or busy with housework at home.

But today, no matter where she is, I didn't even see her, and my dad's strange behavior today, an unprecedented sense of unease gradually surged from my heart.

"Your mom she's fine, she's just busy with some things, don't worry about her! It's you, hurry up, otherwise, you may not be able to catch up. ”

Strangely, my dad never cared about me for the past seventeen years. But today, why did he suddenly say so much? What's even more strange is how did he know I was going on a date with someone else?

The moment I went out, my dad left me with a meaningful smile and an unbelievable word: "All things in the world, all living beings, some people are born extraordinary, they are chosen by God and are destined to accept some things. Before that, you can struggle, you can complain, and then finally when the moment comes, you can only accept it silently, this is the so-called fate! Remember your name, remember the destiny you carry. Then it may be a little better when Judgment Day comes! ”

At that time, I was confused by this passage, and at that time I felt that my father was crazy, and it is said that the early stage of Alzheimer's disease was like him.

But I was wrong, he knew exactly what he was doing, and it wasn't until much later that I finally understood what it meant. What happened that night will never be forgotten in my life, and it is impossible for me to forget!

It was only after that night that I was entangled by that guy, and I still can't get rid of it!

After leaving the house, it was already getting dark.

The air around was very oppressive, and a few bursts of thunder crossed the dim air from time to time, and there was a tendency for mountain rain to become more and more popular.

Thinking of Liu Dan, who was still in the library, his heart couldn't help but tighten. Because of this impromptu conversation with my dad, it has been delayed for nearly an hour.

That stupid girl has never seen me in the past, and she will definitely not leave easily, at that time, mobile phones were considered luxuries, and it was unlikely that ordinary people would have them, and with Liu Dan's family's economic situation, it was naturally impossible to match her.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but speed up his pace and ran towards the city library.

A few drops of rain gradually fell from the sky, like a prelude to an impending rainstorm. There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and the thick darkness began to follow me like a shadow.

For some reason, the photos of the murder scene that I had seen an hour ago kept flashing through my mind like a slideshow. Every few steps, the tragic situation of those victimized women would appear unconsciously, as if it had been branded in my heart.

At the same time, the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, and I always felt like something big was about to happen.

When I finally ran to the door of the city library, through the window, I saw that the lights in the study room on the second floor had already been extinguished. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone in the huge study room.

Strange, why isn't Liu Dan here?