Otherworldly Merchant

In the autumn, the southern rainwater started to get more. According to theory, during this rainy season, the sun will wash away. A lot of dirty things will come out and sneak around at this time. It was supposed to be the busiest time of the year, but no one came to the door!

Because of the rain, I was too lazy to stay in the store and wait for mold.

Li Mazi, a heterosexual and inhumane thing, came to the store the other day to play soul fighting with me. As soon as Snow came back from her mother's house, she immediately went as her little eunuch, leaving me to drink tea alone and watch the news dispatch time.

I sat in my chair and turned the newspaper around, and I felt like the news was getting worse. The entertainment headlines were flying. Either this star got married, or that star cheated on me. There was nothing substantive about it. It was fucking boring.

Dropping the newspaper aside at random, I was about to get up and move. Yu Guang in the corner of my eyes suddenly caught a striking headline: Chen Yiching, a famous entrepreneur in Fujian, died strangely!

I've seen Chen Yicheng on many financial news. This guy was only in his early 40s, very capable. When he was young, he started with his wife, and in just five years, he made Fujian's most famous e-commerce brand. Now more than ever, domestic appliances are sold abroad, trading billions each year, a miracle figure in the domestic e-commerce industry.

So I couldn't help but pick up the newspaper and read it at first sight.

After watching the news, my eyebrows wrinkled!

Though I hit Mosaic, I can still see that this guy's death was terrible. The bodies were cut into pieces with nail covers that big. It must have been a vendetta! Damn, it's bullshit that the cops said they didn't see any signs of anyone committing the crime at the scene.

Things like this are not new these days, shopping malls like battlefields, any negotiation dispute could be a reason for killing, and I don't pay any more attention after I've seen it.

What didn't occur to me was that Chen Yicheng was only the beginning, and in the days that followed, Fujian launched several appalling cases of corpses, all killed by successful people, and no trace of the scene could be found.

The incident quickly fermented and the serial mutilation caused a lot of panic in Fujian Province! The police issued a statement that the murderer was definitely a psychopath and had serious feelings of enrichment, and that they had focused on unemployed, low-income people.

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

The presence of the deceased broke the police's suspicion of the murderer, as the deceased's family was very ordinary and almost indigent.

I turned over a thick newspaper. Chen Yiching was killed on October 21. Every next day, one murder occurred. By the end of the last death, there were seven cases of mutilation. The police found no evidence at the scene, no fingerprints, no hair, no operating tools, no suspicious persons, even in places with intensive surveillance equipment.

Based on my years of experience with shady things, this series of events is not simple, and there is a good chance that something unclean will haunt them, otherwise it will not be possible to operate for seven consecutive days without any evidence.

I had a sip of tea cup and thought about it. Want to get involved?

Being able to chop the victim into a piece of meat that big on the nail cover is even worse than it was late! I usually hide from evil spirits or ghosts.

But with this development, more people are likely to die next, and now that I have seen it, I'm afraid my conscience would be disturbed if I let it go.

I put the teacup down for half a day and made the decision: I'm going to take a look at it anyway!

Before I left, I called Li Mazi. When he waited for Snow, remember to look at the store. Don't go back to the store. I don't even know who did it.

Fujian depends on the sea, and the autumn rainfall is already high. It rains in most parts of the province, and the rainfall in Fuzhou gradually grew after I arrived.

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

As a result, the civilian police on duty sniffed at the dirty stuff and thought I was crazy. I had to get him to call the Public Security Department and pull out the blood files that I had broken in the past before he took me to the leader with suspicion.

Receiving my leader was a middle-aged criminal policeman, medium tall, not fat or thin, who proactively reached out and shook my hand for a moment, and only then did I know that he was a practitioner. He looked elegant, just a centipede-like scar on his left face, destroying his overall temperament and adding a spicy one.

We introduced each other before I knew he was Captain Liu Feng of the Criminal Police Unit.

Simply explaining his intentions, he silently asked me a question: “Boss Zhang, what are the odds that these pieces of corpse will sneak? ”

I was relieved, and the fact that he asked proved he believed me.

I would like to say that, as things stand, the likelihood is almost 100 per cent, and, depending on the frequency of the murders, someone could be killed tonight.

After listening, Liu Feng made a phone call in the hallway. When he came in, he looked very serious, which made me slightly nervous.

He put the phone on the table and asked me if I knew who he had just talked to.

I shook my head at him with the same seriousness and secretly turned a white eye. I didn't have any special features. How do I know who he called?

“It's our chief.” Liu Feng said.

Turns out he had just asked the chief for instructions. I didn't expect the chief to say yes and let the whole Fujian Police Department cooperate with my work.

That surprised me a little. I was wondering if their director knew me. Or know some of my tricks?

But now is not the time to think about these questions. Now that the Director has agreed, the next thing is much better.

I took a look at the information on the seven victims, and I got a general idea of them.

Victims have different sexes, different ages and little in common. I also read the records of the family members of the deceased, basically the same, got up in the morning somehow saw the blood on the bed, there were shredded corpses everywhere, panicked and called the police.

This is an official case-handling process and a lot of information is useless to me, and I need to revisit the families of the deceased. Liu team cooperated, gave me the home address of several of the victims and sent a team member called Kobayashi to follow me.

It's just that we haven't gotten out of the police gate yet, and we saw a red figure barging in, blocked by the civilian police on duty.

It was a woman in red, with messy hair covering her face, cotton slippers on her feet and a lost slipper.

The naked foot had some wounds, and the whole person was very wolfed by the rain, as she tried to get out of the way of the civilian police and yelled. But the voices were piecemeal, and not a single word was complete, and I heard people die and so on.

We paused, took the woman back to the office, and poured her a glass of hot water.

“Thank you, thank you. ”

The woman thanked us with gratitude and then drank a full glass of hot water before her emotions were completely stabilized, just a constant shrugging of her shoulders, indicating that her heart was still terrified at this moment.

Liu team sat aside with a pen and paper and asked a few simple questions about the age of the name. These questions not only give us an overview of women, but also allow women to adapt to the conversation that follows.

Through women's intermittent responses, we learned that the woman's name was Wang Ping. At the age of 37 this year, she lived in a high-end neighborhood not far from the police station.

The Liu team saw Wang Ping and could answer the question normally. So they asked what happened to her?

As a result, Wang Ping heard about the problem, so scared that the cup had fallen off and his 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 buried his head on the table, and the sound of the sand was constantly trembling because of fear.

The Liu team didn't know how to record it, so they asked who she wanted to kill. Wang Ping's answer made people lose their minds, but it gave me a thrill.

“A lot of crying faces... appeared on the wall, on the cabinet, on the bed, and I thought those crying faces were going to kill me and ran out. ”

Liu and I looked at each other and obviously suspected that Wang Ping might be the next victim. I wanted to learn more and offered to visit her house.

Wang Ping was reluctant to go home. I repeatedly assured her that nothing would happen to her. She hesitated to take me to her house.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a little boy, six or seven years old, sitting on the couch, and he heard the noise and just looked up and looked at us with disgust all over his face.

I couldn't help but wonder, how could such a small child have such extreme emotions? The subconscious look at Wang Ping around. I am a stranger, the boy's aversion is unlikely to be against me, but it seems to be against Wang Ping.

Wang Ping looked at the boy, his eyebrows wrinkled and his tone flushed. Let the boy go back to his room, or he will be beaten to death tonight.

The boy did not speak, but lowered his head and went upstairs silently with a cloth tiger doll in his arms. He just glanced at me before going upstairs. I think there was something strange in the kid's eyes that he couldn't say!

Wang Ping smiled at me and said that my son didn't understand anything so I didn't care. I laughed casually, didn't speak, and felt weirder inside.

Just now Wang Ping went to the police station for help, he actually left his little son at home, and just now he cursed and scolded his son, which makes me a little disgusted with Wang Ping!

However, it was a private matter and I couldn't get involved. After saying hello to Wang Ping, I started checking up at her house.

Her living room is large with a leather sofa or clear glass coffee table, opposite the LCD TV, which occupies half the wall. There was also a photo frame next to the TV, there was the little boy, there was also Wang Ping and a man, it should look like her husband.

As for the two bedrooms upstairs, one is empty and locked backwards, presumably by a little boy.

I didn't find anything when I went down. I didn't see Wang Ping's crying face all over the place.

Then I went downstairs and asked Wang Ping to repeat the situation in detail. At that time, Wang Ping had simply cleaned up, changed her clothes and wiped her hair clean, so I could see what she looked like.

The 37-8-year-old had no wrinkles on his face and his skin was well maintained, as his panicky, pale little face looked extraordinarily demonic and could easily create impulses for men.

I knew that my evil powers had come up. I quickly read the "Moral Scriptures" and then listened to Wang Ping seriously.