As Sun Falcon, who was lying on the bed, kept muttering to himself, Ning Qiushui's heart became heavier and heavier.

"So twelve years ago, the third person who returned to his soul ...... Is it the sheriff of the police department? ”

Ning Qiushui said what he thought in his heart.

Many of the affairs in the town of Twilight are handled by the police department, and no one knows the townspeople more thoroughly than the police sergeant.

For as long as he needed, he could get the details of anyone in the town and use it to find suitable targets.

The rotten man on the bed stopped chattering and looked out the window:

"Yes."

Sun Falcon's voice was weak.

"Twelve years ago, he discovered the 'truth' with the help of Fang Shan, crossed all the obstacles I set up, and finally came to me, but he did not execute me or arrest me."

"He came up with the idea of working with me."

"That guy is very unusual, he looks like an honest man on the surface, but in fact he is full of hearts and eyes, and when you talk to him, he can even tell if you are lying by some of your tone and micro-expressions."

"I didn't dare to entangle with him too much, and my situation was not optimistic at that time."

As Sun Ying recounted the facts that had happened back then, some pictures gradually appeared in Ning Qiushui's mind.

He took over the topic and continued:

"So you told him about the 'corpse sewer who lives in a pot.'"

"He was so interested in this that he decided to join you, and had a very strong desire for power, so in the end he chose to use a fake pot...... No, no, he made himself into a fake pot, constantly eating fresh hearts to keep himself alive, and at the same time accumulating weird powers. ”

The rotten man lying on the bed glanced at Ning Qiushui, and there was a touch of shock in his two eyes, and after a long time, he sighed slowly:

"Twelve years ago, if only there were people like you in the town......"

"Maybe the tragedy wouldn't have happened."

Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered.

"Is there a way to stop him?"

Sun Falcon:

"Nope."

There was a kind of indifference in his tone that was unique to the onlooker, and in his eyes, it seemed that he had become a dead man.

"There's no one left in the town to stop him...... And this guy is very good at hiding himself. ”

"He used his identity to treat the entire Dusk Town as his captive sheepfold, and after eating mutton for twelve years, neither I nor Fang Shan could be his opponent."

Ning Qiushui:

"Isn't there a way to kill the powerful ghost made by the 'Six Threads'?"

Sun Falcon:

"I don't know...... Don't get your hopes up. ”

He didn't say it explicitly, but his tone revealed a deep despair.

Ning Qiushui carefully observed Sun Falcon lying on the bed, and suddenly said:

"You made it to kill me and Fang Shan's powerful ghosts?"

Sun did not deny it.

"Yes."

"Why did you kill us?"

Ning Qiushui asked.

"Shouldn't you hate the sheriff the most?"

Sun explained:

"The powerful ghosts made with the 'Six Threads' are killed according to the 'needs' of the maker."

"As long as the 'thoughts' are sewn into the ghosts' grievances during the production process."

"It doesn't have to be the most hated person."

"I know you're weird, it's clear that the biggest threat to me should be the sheriff of the town, but why am I here to kill you......"

"Actually, it's normal that you don't understand, after all, I never thought about using the forbidden technique of 'Six Threads' from the beginning, let alone getting rid of that good apprentice of you and mine......"

"I really want to kill you...... There are others. ”

Ning Qiushui frowned and threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window.

"Who?"

Sun Falcon:

"A man named Chen Shouxi is a little fat."

Speaking of this, a strong look of jealousy appeared on Sun Falcon's face, which made his already hideous expression even more terrifying.

"He lied to me...... He lied to me...... This damn bastard! ”

His tone was much more eager, but his physical condition did not allow him to express this eagerness smoothly.

Therefore, even though there was a strong anger in Sun Falcon's tone, he could only lie on the bed and could not do anything.

"Wait...... You say, have you seen Chen Shouxi? ”

Ning Qiushui slowly lit a cigarette again.

He didn't smoke at all this time, simply because he thought the smell of smoke would make the smell of rot in the house a little less disgusting.

"Yes, that fat guy is also a very smart fellow."

"But his methods are very vicious, and there is no lower limit to being a person!"

At this point, when this name was mentioned, many things in Ning Qiushui's mind were clear.

"Sure enough...... Sure enough, it was Chen Shouxi who took the seventeenth corpse! ”

"He took the only 'real pot' in this town."

Ning Qiushui muttered to himself.

"'Letter' generally doesn't directly tell the tricksters how to clear the customs, so Chen Shouxi definitely didn't know which corpse was the 'real pot' when he first entered the blood gate, but Chen Shouxi must have also kept an eye on it, after they finished killing people and left, he found an excuse to leave the team and came to the hospital to wait, just found you who came to get the 'pot', and then you had a dispute, but now you are definitely not Chen Shouxi's opponent, he snatched the 'real pot' from your hand, and threatened you to help him do things."

Sun Falcon did not speak.

After the train of thought was cleared, Ning Qiushui could vaguely glimpse some of Chen Shouxi's thoughts, and couldn't help but say:

"This guy...... The goal is so clear. ”

"The sheriff can't afford to provoke him, so he simply doesn't provoke it, anyway, the sheriff doesn't need a 'real pot', and there is no half-dime conflict between the interests of the two."

"But I'm different from Fang Shan."

"We, including you, are his potential competitors, so he's going to get rid of us all......"

In just a few days, before they even met, Ning Qiushui had already deeply felt the horror of this guy called 'Chen Shouxi'!

This guy has relied on faith and his own skills to get ahead from the start.

One step at a time, one step at a time!

The goal is clear, the heart is as meticulous as hair, and the means are unscrupulous...... It is not the faith that is terrible, but the one who takes it!

The last time he felt so oppressive, it was a good word!

"The other party can enter the door with three 'letters', eighty percent of them are people from Rashomon, such a powerful guy, I am afraid that his status in 'Rashomon' is not low......."

PS: There will be a more update later.