Biao Fei died.

Died in a dead end that no one cared about.

Ning Qiushui watched the knife fall from the sky and plunge directly into Biao Fei's eyes, and then he calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the outside world, Ning Qiushui did not have the habit of smoking, and the reason why he smoked now was to cover up some faint smell of blood on his body.

The smell came from his chest.

But the death of the person in front of him really has nothing to do with him, it's not that he designed and killed this guy together, it's just a coincidence.

Approaching this guy, Ning Qiushui smiled slightly, took out a knife from his pocket, and then quickly dug out Biao Fei's heart!

"I wonder if it's your bad luck or if I'm too lucky?"

"I'll keep your heart in good order, until I'm hungry...... No, before it was hungry. ”

After saying the last words to the corpses on the ground, Ning Qiushui got up and left here, and disappeared into the flow of people after a while.

I don't know how long it took, a passerby finally noticed Biao Fei lying on the ground in this dead end, curiosity drove him to walk into the dead end, but after seeing Biao Fei's body, he immediately let out a sharp scream:

"Someone's killed!!"

…

Evening.

A huge cloud appeared above the town, and with the drizzle falling, the whole dusk town was shrouded in rain and fog, the lights became blurred, and the cars, people, and trees became hazy.

The third floor of the police station.

Two middle-aged men sat on the balcony and quietly watched the cars coming and going on the street in the distance.

A man was older, dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, and his face had been covered by wind and frost.

The other is wearing a police uniform that marks him as the sheriff of the police station.

There were two cups of tea that had already cooled down on the glass coffee table, and the two sat opposite each other without drinking anything, just smoking with a sad face.

"What happened twelve years ago has not come to fruition yet...... At that time, the master paid such a big price, but he didn't expect to lose in the end. ”

The man in civilian clothes let out a long breath of turbidity, his face full of sorrow and anger.

"He's not dead...... You know what, he's not dead. ”

"We all thought he was dead, but he was alive and well!"

The sheriff looked at the man in civilian clothes and kept thinking about it, and his spirit was a little indescribably nervous, and asked:

"Fang Shan, can you be sure it's him?"

Fang Shan turned his head slightly, staring at the hazy rain curtain, his eyes were a little straight.

"You can't go wrong...... It's him, it's just him! ”

"He needs those heart ......"

The sheriff's brow furrowed slightly.

"But there were so many hearts that had been gouged out in the hospital at that time, why didn't he take them?"

Fang Shan's breathing became slightly short, and he asked something that made the sheriff stunned in place:

"Sheriff, you said that if a person is going to start rotting, will his heart rot first, or will his flesh rot first?"

The sheriff was stopped by Fang Shan's abrupt question.

This question seems to have something to do with the case that happened last night and the tragedy 12 years ago.

The two were silent for a long time.

"Sheriff, have you ever eaten a crab?"

"Huh?"

"I said, have you ever eaten a crab?"

"I have eaten, when I was a child, I often moved stones in the ditch, and there were crabs below, and we liked to kill the crabs the most, and then put them under the scorching sun to dry, and eat them directly for two or three days."

Speaking of this, the sheriff pursed his lips, as if he missed the taste of crabs a little.

"The meat is delicious."

Fang Shan suddenly laughed:

"Yes, although the crab was killed, the meat is good."

"But Sheriff, you know what...... Normally, crabs rot first and then die, some crabs have rotted inside, but they are not dead, they can still run around and forage for food......"

Hearing him say this, the sheriff inexplicably felt some hair on his body, especially the back piece, as if a pair of invisible cold hands had been caressing......

He shuddered.

"Fang Shan, we are talking about the case, if you have anything you want to say, just say it directly...... Don't twist and turn, my brain hurts. ”

Fang Shan took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a large white smoke.

"Sheriff, that corpse stitcher is that 'rotten crab'."

"He dug out the hearts of those people, not because he needed them, but desperately to find a ...... 'shell' that would keep him from rotting. ”

"Of course, you can also call it a 'pot.'"

The sheriff bowed his head in silence, his brow furrowed.

In the town at dusk, refrigerators are not common, and residents still use sealed "pots" to store meat, they roast the pot dry, put the meat in the pot to seal, and then put the pot into the cold water at the bottom of the well, so that the meat can be guaranteed to not spoil for three to five days.

At least it won't rot to the point where people can't eat it.

"Like it did 12 years ago?"

After a long time, the sheriff spoke slowly.

Fang Shan nodded.

"Yes, just like 12 years ago!"

"This 'pot' doesn't work anymore, he needs a new 'pot'!"

The sheriff squinted, and so many images flashed through his mind, that he didn't notice that the cigarette was about to burn to the cigarette holder, and when he came to his senses, he took a puff of the cigarette, burned his mouth, and threw it away.

"Could it have something to do with the corpse that disappeared?"

"According to the report of the criminal police who investigated at the time, there were indeed only 16 bodies at the scene, but there were 17 hearts ......"

pS: Good night, second watch!!