Here Lies The Wicked

Boom.

Knock knock.

Gently knock on the door.

“Hello, I'm a property, and someone is complaining about you throwing things at height. ”

One second… ten seconds… there is always no movement in the house, as if the owner was not at home. How many lights can come out of the door seams at the bottom of the foot, which seems to indicate that the house is not empty, perhaps because residents forget to turn off the lights when they go out?

Knock, knock.

Knock on the door.

“Hello, I'm a community warmer. ”

Still no movement in the house.

Subsequently, the knocking outside the door disappeared, as if the owners of the property and the community had left without them.

But in the next second! No sign!

Boom!

The burglar door burst into the house, so powerful that even the house trembled, and then I saw a man with a knife and slammed him into the house with ferocity: "I got you again. ”

Boom!

One knife was cut out, the knife was so powerful, it directly smashed half the plaster wall in the bedroom, instantly the stone blew up and the dust rose.

Boom!

The bathroom was split.

Boom, a hot knife seven or eight meters in size, strangled all the appliances in the kitchen directly into pieces of sky.

……

Grey White +1.

Fang nodded satisfactorily. This is the fourth paper-bearer he killed, with +1 fixed assets every day.

Just as Fang was rolling over the wall and about to leave the Qing Lianhe district, suddenly, the color of God moved, and he saw Fang pulling open the jacket pocket zipper, a total of four sheets of paper, weird floating in the middle of the sky, actually began to float in one direction.

Is there a second paper-tubber out there?

Fang was surprised, which was the first time he encountered two paper-tied people a day.

Lower Sha District.

Boom!

A sudden explosion, a household, caught in a fire.

Huge blast waves, even the glass of other residents around them, were broken, screaming for a time, panicking, and the sound of escape fluctuated.

When Fang was rushing from Qinglianhe District to Xiasha District without stopping, he saw the scene from afar.

In the crowd that panicked out of the community, Fang accidentally saw several people with special temperaments, two of whom were more memorable.

It was actually the scar man and the plain looking 30-year-old woman at the playground haunted house.

It's just not long before they're close enough to get in the car and leave quickly.

“Mud coal.” Fang couldn't help but say that he was in a depressed mood.

The scene in front of us is no longer obvious. The "Spiritual Investigation Bureau" cut off the beard step by step, and demons were demonized in advance.

The best proof is that the four pieces of paper in his hand, recovered from beating chicken blood to lying dead, did not move.

But when I think about it, I think it makes sense.

The last time Officer Wei approached him for a list of novels, he mentioned that he had been investigating a case, and it seemed that every disappeared person had one thing in common: he had read psychic novels before he disappeared.

This reasoning, looking at the “psychic investigation bureau” in front of us, immediately figured it all out.

He speculated that it was police officer Wei who approached him for a list of novels, successfully fished the people to paper, then the "psychic investigation bureau" went smoothly, continued the fishing enforcement, finally hooked them up today.

With the ability of the Psychic Bureau of Investigation, it would be most unreasonable if these days had passed without the key clue that fishing law enforcement was in place.

But!

I agree with a hundred of you who cut off demons and preserve the way of mankind.

You cut me loose, I admit it.

But at least wait in place, let me a wool and then leave...

Fang Zheng's face went dark immediately.

Perhaps it was bad luck that started, and the next day, when Fang was rushing to the scene of the psychotic incident, he was again cut off by the “psychotic investigation bureau”.

The third day was also cut off.

Along the way, for covert and cautious reasons, even if he hasn't stopped rushing, he's always one step behind the Psychic Bureau of Investigation.

More than that, even the investigation in the university city was at an impasse, with no new progress at all.

During the day and at night, he recently made a lot of trips to the university city, which also delayed a lot of training time, but there was no new progress in the investigation.

After watching the day go by, making an appointment with Tuhou Dong, dragging on and on, he decided to still find Tuhou Dong as a breakthrough.

By then, let Tu Haodong help his aunt spy on the University City intelligence, which is also stronger than his constant wandering around the University City alone.

It's a lot more everyday, in case you accidentally get wet shoes...

Fang was not hesitant. Before 7: 00 a.m., he locked the door, took some clothes and went straight to the passenger transport center.

From the city to the old forest of Shenzhan, where the crew is located, there will be three transfers. If you leave early, you may not catch the third transfer.

Municipal, police station.

An English figure was pulled out and walked into an office.

“Wen, are you okay now?” The speaker was Wei Yuran, only to see her left hand plastered and fixed to her chest.

“Hey, Officer Wei, how did you get out so soon?” Called Xiaowen, a young policeman, said [psychological criminal] on the board of duty.

“Is Officer Wei looking for me to do a psychological portrait? ”

Young policeman Xiaowen made a sit-down move.

Wei Yuran sat down and said, "Well, I need you to help me psychologically portray someone. ”

Young policeman Xiaowen was curious: “Officer Wei has just been discharged from the hospital, so desperately trying to catch him must be another difficult case. ”

Wei Yu did not admit or deny that when the young police officer Xiaowen was ready, Wei Yu could begin to describe the prisoner.

Wei Yu thought about it and began to describe the characteristic: “This man is a man of both sexes, aged 20-23 and under 25. ”

“His whole body was covered by a strong light, he could not see the specific five officials, but he could still see that he was about 177-180 cm tall, not fat or thin, should have short hair...”

“Although his whole body was covered with strong light, he could rarely see that his eyebrows were not large, his forebones were not very high, and the five officials coordinated...”

With Wei Yulan's description, gradually, a blurry portrait, is depicted.

“Officer Wei, look, isn't this the man? ”

Twenty minutes later, the young policeman Xiaowen had painted a psychological portrait.

Looking at the psychological portrait on the paper, Wei Yu frowned slightly and then muttered: “The eyebrows are clearer, the nose beams are higher, the chin should be slightly less sharp..."

After several modifications, when Wei Yu saw the last psychological portrait, the calm, calm face appeared to be briefly faint, it seemed to see a person who was very surprised, and God was present.

Then, the corner of her mouth rose slightly, and if it didn't happen, the normal person couldn't see it. But sitting across from Wei Yulan at this moment is a psychological portrait of psychology.

“Officer Wei, this is the first time I've seen you laugh...”

“Looks like this man is the one Officer Wei is looking for. ”