Chapter 560

In autumn, more rain began to fall in the south. In this rainy season, it would wash away the Yang Qi, and many dirty things would come out at this time. I was supposed to be the busiest time of the year, but no one came to me!

Because of the rain, I was too lazy to go out, so I had to stay in the shop and wait for the mildew.

Pockmarked Li, an inhumane thing of the opposite sex, came to play soul fighting with me in the shop two days ago. As soon as she came back from her mother's home, she immediately went as her little eunuch, leaving me alone to drink tea and watch the news.

I sat in my chair and opened the newspaper. I felt that the news is not as good as before. The entertainment headlines are flying all over the place. Either this star got married or that star cheated. There is no real thing. It's so fucking boring.

Throwing the newspaper aside, I was planning to get up to exercise my muscles and bones. Suddenly, I caught a startling glimpse of a headline: the strange death of Chen Yiqing, a famous entrepreneur in Fujian Province!

I have seen Chen Yiqing in many financial news. He is only in his early forties and is very capable. When he was young, he started from scratch with his wife and made the most famous e-commerce brand in Fujian in just five years. Now the household appliances have been sold abroad, and the annual turnover is up to several billion, which is a miracle figure in the domestic electricity business.

So I couldn't help but pick up the newspaper and read the news at a glance.

After reading the news, my brow couldn't help frowning!

Although the news pictures were mosaic, I can still see that the death of this guy is extremely miserable. The bodies are cut into nail plates, which is definitely a revenge! What's more, the police said that they didn't find any sign of anyone committing a crime at the scene. It's fucking bullshit.

This kind of thing is not new these days. Shopping malls are like battlefields. Any negotiation dispute may become a reason for killing people. I didn't pay attention to it after reading it.

What I didn't expect was that Chen Yiqing's affair was just the beginning. In the next few days, Fujian launched several appalling cases of corpses, all of them were successful people, and there was no trace on the scene.

The incident quickly ferments, the serial corpse case caused not small panic in Fujian Province! Police said in a statement that the murderer must be psychopathic and have a serious hatred of the rich. They have focused on the investigation of the unemployed and low-income people.

As a result, the investigation has not progressed and another person died at home.

The appearance of the dead man broke the police's conjecture about the murderer, because the family situation of the dead man was very ordinary, almost poor.

I rummaged through a thick stack of newspapers. Chen Yiqing was killed on October 21. Every day, there was a homicide. As of the last victim, there were seven cases of mutilation. The police did not find any evidence at the scene, no fingerprints, no hair, no crime tools, and no suspicious persons even in places with dense monitoring equipment.

According to my experience of dealing with Yin things for many years, this series of events is not simple. It is likely that they are caused by unclean things. Otherwise, it is impossible to commit crimes for seven consecutive days without any evidence.

I took a sip of the tea cup and considered whether to take the initiative in this matter?

It's more miserable than lingchi to be able to chop the victims into pieces of meat as big as a nail plate! Behind my back is either the evil spirit or the ghost king. I can usually hide.

But according to this development, more people may die next. Since I have seen it, if I let it go, I'm afraid I'll have a bad conscience.

I thought for a long time and put down the teacup abruptly, and made a decision: I will go to see it anyway!

Before I left, I called Pockmarked Li and asked him to look at the shop for me when he was waiting for Ruxue. Don't go back and the shop was emptied. I don't know who did it.

Fujian is close to the sea. In addition, there is much rain in autumn. Most parts of the whole province are raining. However, the rain in Fuzhou is getting stronger after I arrived.

I rubbed my hands, tightened my tight fitting clothes and walked into the police station with a dark umbrella.

As a result, the police on duty scoffed at the idea of dirty things, thinking that I was a lunatic from somewhere. I had to ask him to call the public security department and call up the information about the murders I had found in the past, so he took me to the leader with suspicion.

The leader who received me was a middle-aged criminal police officer. He was medium height, not fat or thin. He took the initiative to reach out and shake my hand. I knew that the other side was a trainer. He is elegant in appearance, but there is a ferocious scar like a centipede on his left face, which destroys the whole temperament, and on the contrary, it is more cruel.

We introduced each other, and I knew that he was Liu Feng, the captain of the criminal police team.

Simple and he explained the purpose, he asked me a question for a moment in silence: "boss Zhang, how likely are the dirty things in these cases?"

I was relieved, and his asking proved that he believed me.

I'd like to say that according to the current situation, the probability is almost 100%, and according to the frequency of homicides, there may be some people killed tonight.

Liu Feng went to the corridor to make a phone call after listening. When he came in, he was very serious, which made me a little nervous.He put the phone on the desk and asked me if I knew who he had just talked to?

I shook my head at him seriously, and secretly rolled my white eyes. I have no special function. How can I know who he called.

"It's our director." Liu Feng said.

Originally, he just asked the director for instructions. Unexpectedly, the director agreed and asked the whole Fujian Police Bureau to cooperate with me.

This surprised me a little. I wondered if their director knew me? Or know some of my tools?

But now is not the time to think about these problems. Since the director has agreed, the next thing will be easier to do.

First, I went through the data of seven victims and got a general understanding of them.

Victims are different in gender, age and have little in common. I also read the records of the family members of the deceased. They are basically the same. I got up in the morning and saw the blood dripping on the bed. There were corpses everywhere. I called the police in panic.

This is the official case handling process. A lot of information is useless to me. I need to visit the families of the deceased again. Liu team cooperated very much, gave me the home addresses of several dead people, and sent a team member named Xiao Lin to follow me.

But we have not been out of the police station gate, we see a red figure in the police on duty under the block of the hard to break in.

This is a woman in red. Her hair is messy and covers her face. She has lost one of the household cotton slippers on her feet.

The bare foot had some wounds. The whole person was very embarrassed by the rain. She tried to break away from the police and shouted loudly at the same time. But the voice is fragmentary, without a complete sentence, I can vaguely hear the words like human life.

We had to stop for a while, take the woman back to the office, and pour her a cup of hot water.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman thanked us with gratitude, then drank a whole cup of hot water, and her mood was completely stabilized. Only her shoulders were constantly raised, which showed that she was still in great fear at the moment.

Liu team took a pen and paper to sit aside and asked a few simple questions about name and age. These questions can not only let us have a general understanding of women, but also let women adapt to the next chat.

Through the intermittent answer of the woman, we know that her name is Wang Ping. She is 37 years old, and her family lives in a high-end community not far from the police station.

Seeing that Wang Ping can answer the questions normally, Liu asked what happened to her?

As a result, Wang Ping was so scared that her glasses fell off and her eyes were filled with horror.

"A lot of people are crying, a lot of people are crying They're going to kill me! "

Wang Ping buries her head on the table, and her hoarse voice quivers with fear.

Liu team didn't know how to record it, so they had to ask who was going to kill her? Wang Ping's answer is even more confusing, but it gives me a boost.

"A lot of crying faces On the wall, on the cupboard and on the bed, I thought those crying faces were going to kill me, so I ran out. "

Liu Dui and I looked at each other, obviously suspecting that Wang Ping is likely to be the next victim. If I want to know more about the situation, I would like to go to her home.

Wang Ping didn't want to go home. I repeatedly promised that nothing would happen to her. She hesitated to take me to her home.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a six or seven year old boy sitting on the sofa. He just looked up at us and his face was full of disgust.

I can't help but wonder, how can such a small child have such extreme emotions? Subconsciously, I look at Wang Ping. I am a stranger. The boy's disgust is not likely to be aimed at me, but rather at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping looks at the boy with a frown and a strong tone. She asks the boy to go back to his room, or she will beat him to death tonight.

The boy didn't speak, but lowered his head and went upstairs silently holding a cloth tiger doll in his arms. He just looked at me before going upstairs. I thought there was something strange in the child's eyes!

Wang Ping reluctantly smiles at me, saying that I don't care if my son is not sensible. I smiled at will, didn't speak, the feeling of strange in my heart was deeper.

Just now, Wang Ping went to the police station to ask for help and left such a young son at home. Just now, she beat and scolded her son, which made me a little disgusted with Wang Ping!

But it's a private matter. I can't help it. After greeting Wang Ping, I began to check it in her house.

Her living room is very big. There is a leather sofa or a transparent glass coffee table. On the opposite side is the LCD TV which occupies half of the wall. There is also a picture frame beside the TV. There are just that little boy, Wang Ping and a man. It looks like her husband.

As for the two bedrooms upstairs, one is empty and the other is locked. It must be the little boy's room.

After a circle, I didn't find anything. I didn't see Wang Ping's crying face.

Then I went downstairs and asked Wang Ping to explain the situation in detail again. At this time, Wang Ping had simply cleaned up, changed her clothes, and wiped her hair. I just saw her face clearly.There is no wrinkle on the thirty-eight year old's face, and the skin is well maintained. Because the flustered and pale face looks particularly charming, it is easy for men to have impulse.

I knew that my evil energy had come up. I read the Tao Te Jing once, and then listened to Wang Ping seriously.