Nos. 2099-00153 and 00154 Serial disappearances and serial homicides, two major cases, have not yet been completed.

"Since the disappearance of young boys and girls three years ago, starting with the discovery of the stump of the first missing and murdered boy, all the missing men and women who had been reported have been found in a circle of 500 meters outside the range of the abandoned Taoist temple called Qiancongguan on the mountainside along the road in the Ninth District of Beiye, and 49 skeletons that have not been reported to the police have been exhumed and some of the bones of homeless people or street sleepers have been excavated.

Fifty-four eyewitnesses unanimously said that the suspects who abducted the missing men and women were all bald men known to the victims, and more than a dozen witnesses who witnessed the murder from a distance said that the suspect was a bald man....... ”

Before the report was completed, the head of the Buddha was found by an elderly man who was in the morning, and the body was eaten by wild beasts, and the separated limbs were barely connected. The entire face was so damaged by a sharp weapon that it was impossible to make out the face of the deceased.

After chromosomal and genetic tests, it was not possible to confirm that the deceased was Tu Buddha himself. After the mutation, all the DNA molecules encoded by specific proteins are rearranged into the genes of an antelope. Fortunately, the wedding ring on the ring finger of the left hand of the stump was revealed to be the Buddha Butcher, who had been missing for four days.

It wasn't until a reporter came to the house about the murder that Tu Fo's wife learned that her husband, who was used to not going home to sleep because of his work, had been killed.

Xuanwu, the first headline reporter who came to the door of Tu Buddha's house and pressed the doorbell, was received by Mrs. Tu with the fact that he was a friend of Tu Buddha.

"Ah Wu, long time no see! Come in, come in! Tu Fo's wife, Chen Taotao, unfolded her usual charming smile towards Xuanwu, who was younger than her age, and entered the two-story duplex residence with her fiery words and bloody pictures to attract readers and advertising revenue.

"Sister Tao...... Good morning! ”

Today, Xuanwu seemed to be a little preoccupied, and sat on the sofa in the hall with the reporter's backpack. The backpack is like a hard protective briefcase that can be carried on the back, and it can store both a laptop and a large number of paper documents, like an office worker more than a reporter running breaking news in the field.

"Did you have breakfast? I'm messing with polenta and the fritters I bought yesterday. Interested? ”

"Okay, thank you!"

followed Sister Tao into the kitchen. Take the initiative to put the overnight fritters on the kitchen island into the oven to heat. Xuanwu sat back in front of the kitchen island, looking at the figure of a middle-aged woman who was about to learn of her husband's tragedy, and she was lifting the lid of the pot that was emitting a puff of steam.

"Lao Tu has not been seen for a few days! , do you have something to look for him, or do you come specifically to me, a lonely woman? Hehehehehe! ”

With a half-joking tone, Sister Tao walked to Xuanwu's side with two bowls of porridge and put the porridge in front of him. There are no wrinkles at all, smooth as a girl's jade hand, holding a precious spoon of bone ash porcelain and putting it into the same delicate bone china bowl.

"I'm here today to find you, a lonely woman!"

Smiling and responding in a half-joking tone, Xuanwu took out two pairs of ivory chopsticks from the drawer, then loaded heat-proof gloves in front of the oven, and took out four pairs of crispy fritters that were served in the baking tray with one hand and added heat.

About two meters apart, Xuanwu and Sister Tao sat at one end and the other on the island of Great Chef, and the two of them ate porridge, and the fritters were dipped in the porridge and then sent into the mouth to chew.

Xuanwu looked at Sister Tao with blank eyes from time to time, and Sister Tao instead stared at the sturdy man in her eyes who was younger and more promising than herself with an ambiguous gaze.

The central air-conditioning system, which is as quiet as the deep sea, outputs cool air. Xuanwu asked in a tentative tone, "You haven't gone out to play in the past few days?" ”

Sister Tao swallowed the food in her mouth first, and said slowly: "Hmm! This week ago, I hid in the Buddhist hall to chant sutras and lie in bed to watch the wheat field catchers! It's burning all over ...... look."

"What was seen as rebellion back then is now seen as idleness. The memory seems to be J.D. Sali

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g！ Mrs. Tu, who had flashed bright eyes, stared at the handsome practitioner who was so close and so far away, more than ten years younger than herself, and graduated from the journalism department for more than two years. If it weren't for her husband Tu Buddha being stalked and beaten by the young man in front of him, and becoming Lao Tu's channel for breaking the news in the police, with her, a Buddhist believer who is in-depth and simple, it would be impossible to have the opportunity to know such a pioneer who does breaking news.

The two sat on a sofa in the lobby, facing a TV with a giant ultra-thin display with a diagonal of more than 200 centimeters. The screen went dark, reflecting a man and a woman sitting on the couch in front of it, starting his visit this morning.

Xuanwu took out a newspaper folded in half from his briefcase-like bag and placed it on Mrs. Tu's lap.

"Today's first edition of the news." The conscientious reporter didn't seem to dare to look up at the lady next to him, and his eyes stayed on the newspaper that lingered on the residual temperature and the smell of ink.

The vanishing charm and the smile that evokes reverie, open the newspaper folded in half. Presented in front of Sister Tao's eyes, the half-body wreckage that smelled of blood was printed with exquisite craftsmanship and was many times stronger than the ink smell of the newspaper, and she was a little overwhelmed.

The trembling voice of the lady shifted her gaze from the newspaper to the handsome reporter's face: "Who is this?" ”

Xuanwu didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on the color print. Sister Tao's gaze stayed on the title in bold letters. She saw her husband's name and the four large black letters that had been brutally mutilated. The subtitle is a large red gradient in italics of the deceased's suspicion of being eaten alive.

Xuanwu's eyes saw the limb that had fallen in the violent tremor next to him, and he stepped forward and pulled the limp lady into his arms. Feeling the convulsive body and the whispering sound of sobbing rushing into his ears, Xuanwu pressed the body hard against his chest.

Allowing time to fly, the dead and living things in the duplex detached house were still as if they were in the eye of a typhoon, but there was no sunlight in sight. A haze shrouds the abyss of 10,000 meters. Xuanwu felt the chest of the opposite sex rise and fall rapidly in his chest, and the howling wail broke through the silence, burrowed into the eardrum in the ear and reached the center of the brain. A pair of hands clenched at his chest, and he didn't react, letting Sister Tao vent her grief and grief. His gaze was fixed on the giant chandelier on the ceiling with an unknown number of light bulbs.

The crying gradually subsided, with tears and saliva on his shirt, Xuanwu picked up the half-awake Mrs. Tu and walked to the master's bedroom on the second floor.

The out-of-the-box headshot was put back in the briefcase. Gently closing the door, he walked towards the fuel-efficient two-stroke, 250cc motorcycle that the newspaper had handed him out. The motorcycle spun 360 degrees in front of the duplex house, and the tires made a circular circle on the private asphalt road, blowing up a lot of smoke. The car sped away from this low-density high-end residential area in an instant.