Judging from these murder cases, the murderer is not only becoming more and more proficient, but also changing his psychology more and more.

Yan Xiuwen looked at the clay statue in front of him and remembered the previous seven cases.

On the first day of the first lunar month, in the suburbs, a female corpse covered in paint was found, tied to a cross.

On the second day of the first lunar month, near the remote railway station, a corpse with different patterns was found suspected of using sharp weapons, with the skin as the base.

On the third day of the first lunar month, in a remote dilapidated community, a corpse soaked in white ash was found, dried up and carved into the shape of a human figure.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, in the abandoned factory, a corpse was found covered with broken glass of different sizes, and when thousands of pieces were removed, the blood holes on the body were dense.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, in the sparsely populated green forest of the square, a corpse with a knife cut on its body was found with a full 444 knives, the mouth was coated with honey, and it was bitten by ants and other dense insects.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, in the depths of the alley, a corpse with its whole body separated from its flesh and wrapped in bandages was found in the shape of a mummy.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, at the gate of the vegetable market, a corpse was found that had been scraped dry of flesh and flesh, and the corpse was filled with aluminum instead of flesh.

And today, it's the eighth.

Because the murder methods in these cases are extremely cruel, and the time is approaching, the police found that the suspects were similar in one or two surveillance cameras that could photograph their figures, and they were highly suspected of serial murders, so they combined several cases for investigation.

Psychological experts believe that the murderer should be engaged in some kind of artistic work, and these corpses are his "works of art", exposing them to the perspective of the masses for them to appreciate, and satisfying their sense of accomplishment in the panic of the masses.

Originally, the police had been racing against time for fear that the next victim would appear, so Yuncheng was on guard, but he didn't expect the murderer to be silent for half a month and commit the crime again.

This time, the victim was suffocated to death, and the murderer placed the body under surveillance, which was not only a perverted psychology to satisfy his sense of accomplishment, but also a suspicion of provocation to the police.

This murderer is a time-varying bomb planted in Cloud City.

Yan Qing stared at the clay statue for a long time, frowning, the deceased's life has been tampered with, with her original life figure, she can live at least sixty years old.

Who is tampering with the fate behind the scenes, is not afraid of being repercussed and condemned?

Yan Qing wanted to take a closer look, but the body was arranged by the police to be transported away.

She suddenly felt as if a gaze was staring at her, but when she turned back and looked over the road, there was silence.

It's as if the feeling of being just a feat is just an illusion.

But Yan Qing knew in his heart that it was not an illusion, there was indeed someone hiding in the dark to peep at everything that had just happened, and in the end, that person didn't know what he had found and began to stare at him.

Yan Qing felt a little uneasy about the bell in his satchel.

Yan Xiuwen's thin lips pursed slightly, and his gaze fell in the direction that Yan Qing looked over, and he caught the residual breath, that breath, with malice and covetousness.

"It's not early, get in the car and go home." Yan Xiuwen's voice sounded.

Yan Shu looked at Yan Xiuwen, and then looked at Xie Jingchen, it was obviously inappropriate to take Xie Jingchen's car at this time, and when she walked over, Xie Jingchen and the others had just finished recording their confessions.

"Xie Jingchen, our house is near here, and my little uncle is also here, so I won't bother you, you can go back and rest early."

When Yan Shu spoke, the tail of his eyes curled slightly, and he looked as if he was smiling at someone.

The corners of Xie Jingchen's lips curled slightly, "Okay, then you go home and send me a message on WeChat." ”

Yan Shu: "Okay, thank you. ”

"It's all classmates, don't be so polite."

Xie Jingchen is polite, and his behavior makes people feel very comfortable.

Yan Shu couldn't help but give Hermione a thumbs up in his heart, not to mention anything else, Hermione's vision is really good, and she can be so thoughtful and enthusiastic to her unfamiliar classmates.

Yan Xiuwen's gaze briefly stopped on Xie Jingchen, and sent Yan Qing and Yan Shu to the car, and let Xiao Zhang send them back.

His voice was deep, "Drink some hot food to warm your stomach when you go back." ”

He said it to Yan Qing, but it was Yan Shu who responded to him.

Yan Shu leaned on the window of the car to look at Yan Xiuwen, and when he saw that he didn't plan to get into the car, he asked, "Little uncle, aren't you going home?" ”

Yan Xiuwen looked through Yan Shu at Yan Qing, who had just fastened his seat belt in the car, and said slowly, "Don't go back." ”

Yan Shu glanced back in confusion, and found that Yan Xiuwen was looking at Yan Qing, and immediately pouted, "Little uncle, your heart is too biased, the red envelope is the biggest for my sister, and I only talk to my sister when I speak." ”

Yan Qing, who heard Yan Shu's words, raised his eyes and looked over, and his eyes happened to meet Yan Xiuwen's.

At this time, Xiao Zhang was already driving.

The corners of Xie Jingchen's lips, who watched the car leave, rose slightly, and today was the closest he had been to her in so many years.

…

On the way, Xiao Zhang couldn't help but nagging for Yan Xiuwen, "The recent chaos in Yuncheng, especially at night, you guys, don't think that you won't run into danger, it's too unsafe, look at tonight, won't you meet it?" ”

"It's only a matter of meeting the corpse, not the murderer, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."

He looked through the rearview mirror at the two sisters sitting in the back row, one daring looked bolder than the other.

The ordinary little girl was about to lose her soul when she looked at the ordinary corpse, and the two of them leaned forward vigorously, as if they hadn't looked at the corpse carefully.

When he first came out, he saw this kind of tortured corpse, and he couldn't eat meat for several days, and he was disgusted when he saw it.

But how many of the two little girls in the back can they see if they are less than twenty years old?

Yan Shu in the back row asked Xiao Zhang curiously, "Officer Xiao Zhang, how did those seven people die before?" ”

When she returned to Cloud City, she only knew that seven people had died, but she didn't know that the death was so horrific.

Yan Qing also looked at Xiao Zhang in the front row, originally she didn't have any curiosity, but because she found out that the deceased's life had been tampered with, she immediately cared a little.

What she felt from the deceased, as well as Fang Cai's peeping gaze, inexplicably reminded her of the deceased who was suppressed under the rose the year before last, and the mother and son who were burned to death by fire were trapped in the house when they were in the murderous house.

She has a hunch that this is not simple, and the people behind it have a big problem.

Xiao Zhang thought about it for a while, thinking that this matter had been spreading, and there were a bunch of photos on the Internet, and it was not a secret, so he simply chatted with the two.

"There are those who have been cut by a knife until they have lost too much blood and died, and there are also those who have been choked by wax and suffocated to death, all of them, the death is terrifying, and it is the first time I have encountered this kind of big case."

Seven kills in a row...... No, it's eight now.

(End of chapter)