The girl in the lead was silent for a moment, she hesitated for a moment, she raised her head, looked at Chen Qing's back, stretched out her hand, she touched the few brand-new documents, the paper stained by the new ink was cold in her hand, and it also touched her heart.

She looked at the miserable victims on the papers, she opened her mouth, and after an exclamation, she turned pale, she staggered, and suddenly fell to the couch behind her.

She turned her head to look at Chen Qing, hesitating and not knowing whether to speak.

The two of them were silent, and the ponytailed girl who had accompanied her opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but could not say it after a moment's hesitation.

She actually wanted to ask, and wanted to ask Chen Qing if she was deliberately putting these things here to scare herself.

But she couldn't ask. She looked at Chen Qing's attitude of treating herself as nothing, and she really couldn't ask.

She hesitated, but finally gave the choice to the girl.

"Chen Qing?"

"Huh?"

He looked back, as if he had just lost his mind.

"My name is Zhang Tinglan."

"Oh...... Oh! Come to think of it. He looked at the girl in front of him, glancing at the confiscated papers on the table.

"The old man told you to come to me, why didn't you call the police directly?"

He walked over to the table, took the scattered papers into his hands, gave them a slight touch, and put them under the table.

"Because it's useless."

"Useless?"

"I have no evidence, the murder case of the past two days ......" She was silent for a while, and her eyes glanced at the location where Chen Qing had just stored the documents.

"Those homicides have left the police department understaffed, and they simply don't have the energy to deal with me."

"So you're thinking of me?"

She shook her head, her expression a little flattened: "It's not us, it's the whole school." Everybody says you're good at catching ghosts...... was recruited by the police station and entered the end of his life ahead of schedule. ”

"Catch the ghost ......" Chen Qing listened, and was happy for a while.

"Because of what happened last time, everyone thinks you're ...... Very...... Larger than life. ”

"So what's the matter with you?"

They listened to Chen Qing's question, and after glancing at each other, Zhang Tinglan's gaze gradually became much more serious, and she took out a mobile phone with a little body temperature from her pocket and spread it out in front of Chen Qing.

"A week ago, I received a text message."

He listened to the girl's voice and brought the mobile phone in front of him to him, he looked at the information written on the screen, and his brow began to wrinkle slightly.

It was an invisible text message from the sender, written in a bystander-like tone.

"A week ago, before anything else happened in the city, I received this text message that told me...... We are all people who have committed the eight deadly sins, and we should all accept the punishment of the eight deadly sins and die. ”

He listened to the girl's voice and traced the files displayed on his phone to the earliest one.

In the text message, it was written: "God has given the world love and mercy, but the world has rewarded God's chosen creation with sin.

The world is greedy and does not know how to cherish, and the verdict is as follows, the sinner Zhang Tinglan committed the crime of greed; For the crime of gluttony, he was executed on the seventh day. ”

He flipped down again and found a screenshot, the content of the screenshot was the interface of a group chat, and the name of the group chat was called the Judgment Publicity Office.

He slid back again, and the screenshot behind it was the daily message sent in the group chat.

"This group has been in since it was added...... I couldn't quit. Her face turned a little pale, and she stretched out her hand and motioned for Chen Qing to hand her the phone.

He looked at the fingertips of the girl in front of him, and the emaciated joints really couldn't be connected with the crime of gluttony.

He raised his head, handed the phone to the other party, and saw her open the group chat, and then handed it back to his own.

Chen Qing looked at the photos on the screen, and his brows furrowed.

He looked at those photos and looked very familiar, he tilted his head, and pulled out the documents that Jiang Wan had given him from under the table.

He held his phone in his left hand and the papers in his right, his head bobbing back and forth between the two records.

He could clearly see that from the earliest day one, the group leader, the photos he sent were clearly consistent with the documents, the wounds, the details of the victim's surroundings after they fell, the changes in light from early morning to night, all of which were consistent with the documents.

It was as if every hour he passed, he took new pictures on the spot.

Chen Qing frowned, watching him put the camera of his mobile phone into the victim's arms, and photographed the features of the victim in a particularly strange pose.

He set his eyes on the document in his right hand, and after digging through two pages, he put it on the photograph, which was specially photographed and featured the victim.

He was silent for a moment, then looked down again, and on the night time photograph, the environment in which it was taken was already dark, and the time when the photo was sent was about 7:20 p.m.

But at 7:20 p.m., the corpse at this time had already been sent to the laboratory for autopsy, and the photos taken were not the same day?

He lowered his head and asked, "How many days is it today?" ”

"Day six."

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Tinglan with a little surprise, he looked at the girl for a while before he asked her, "Did you think of coming to me on the sixth day?" ”

"Yesterday...... The news only appeared yesterday. ”

She was silent for a while, with a little uneasiness on her face: "I thought those photos were P's ......"

"Why don't you go and call the police? Based on these photos, the police will not fail to file a case. ”

"Can't report ......"

She took the mobile phone in Chen Qing's hand and adjusted the interface in the group to a shared document, a document called vigilance.

Chen Qing looked at the information in the document and instantly understood the girl's concerns.

He looked at the folder, which was filled with messages from the members of the group, and at the people who had tried to call the police, who had been registered after being terminated early.

No one was spared.

"Sister Zhao, check the neighborhood."

He didn't look up, but said to his side what the girls didn't understand.