Charm

Together.

So he asked: "No, it doesn't look like a joke."

Before he could finish replying, another answer appeared again.

"Your friend may be gay. As for you, if you don't feel disgusted, then I think you enjoy it. Then you can seriously ask him about his attitude. The current society is quite tolerant of homosexuality."

gay?gay? ?

Shen Luo's face turned red all of a sudden, what does he mean by this, is he implying that he is also gay.

For this reason, Shen Luo put the entry of homosexuality into Qiandu search very seriously.

This is how the noun is described in Qiandu Encyclopedia.

'Homosexuality, also known as homosexuality, is one of the sexual orientations and refers to people who only have love and sexual desire for the same sex. Individuals with this sexual orientation are called homosexuals. '

Love and □□…

Shen Luo fell silent for a moment.

Could it be that he has never had a girlfriend from his previous life until now because he is gay?

At first, he thought he was thinking too much, but when he saw that the next reply also expressed his blessings and thought he was gay, this made him doubt himself.

In order not to allow anyone to reply to this question, he hurriedly gave the best answer to the second person who answered, deleted the answer and closed the web page.

After getting the answer he wanted, Shen Luo felt that instead of calming down, his heart became even hotter.

Even he himself didn't understand what he was longing for in his heart.

……

When Mo Sheng felt that Shen Luo was almost home, he talked to him about the next arrangement in the chat box.

Never mention what happened in the piano room before.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Shen Luo replied to him, and also tacitly did not ask anything.

Mo Sheng smiled softly, and the other party's reaction was not much different from what he imagined.

This is the world of Stallion, and turning the protagonist around is a gradual process, and it cannot be done in one step.

As for Fang Xiner...

Mo Sheng looked at his younger sister who was sinking on the sofa and playing with her mobile phone with her head down, showing a meaningful expression.

At this time, Fang Xiner was frowning, modifying the name of the note.

She changed Shen Luo's note name to Shen Luo's name.

Even though she had a good impression of Shen Luo, the scene just now shattered all of them,

The original liking began to deteriorate and turned into something embarrassing for her.

As for her brother...

"Brother, to be honest, do you not like women?"

After pressing and pressing the home button of the phone, Fang Xiner held back for a long time before asking.

If it were other friends, even good friends, she would not ask this question, but Fang Mosheng is her brother.

She has always thought that she is an excellent, beloved elder brother.

So much so that she really didn't understand why my brother was gay.

Wu Sheng heard the words and stopped what he was originally thinking, and answered straightforwardly: "Loving someone has nothing to do with gender, it's just that the other person happens to be a man or a woman."

Fang Xiner's heart was in a panic, such a mood was written directly on her face, and Mo Sheng could see the depression of the other party at a glance.

So she changed from the chair that was far away from the original to sitting on the sofa beside her.

"I know it's difficult for you to understand at the moment, but after a long time you will understand the meaning of this sentence."

After Meisheng left this sentence, he didn't say any more.

Instead of talking back and forth and trying to force my sister to understand, it is better to simply leave it to her to digest.

Many truths cannot be understood just by listening to other people's explanations.

Only when it happens to yourself or if you look at the examples of people around you can you understand it.

However, it is also possible that you will not understand it for a lifetime.

So some things cannot be forced, and the most difficult thing for a person to change is another person’s thinking, and everyone’s ideas are different, just show the best of yourself.

Fang Xiner looked at her brother's back in confusion, only feeling that the other party was indescribably free and easy.

Although there was a little accident, business still had to go on.

The next day, Mo Sheng hired another arranger to help arrange the music with Shen Luo, and he hid behind the scenes.

Shen Luo breathed a sigh of relief at the time, and felt lost again.

☆、Counterattack: You are super god in the stallion world (8)

After the recording of the album was completed, the shooting of the MV was also put on the agenda.

Since Shen Luo is still a rookie, Qianchang Company decided to let him play the leading role in the MV of the title song.

The recording of MV is much simpler than that of TV dramas or even movies. Each scene needs to be shot for a very short time, and it only needs to be cut out in the end.

However, for Shen Luo who had never filmed before, it was quite a problem.

"Don't have such a stiff expression, follow the script to substitute the protagonist, and just do simple movements." The result of frequent NGs is that the director became irritable.

Although it's true that there aren't many singers who are good at acting, the newcomer in front of him can be regarded as the type that makes his brain troubled.

"Relax a little."

As usual, Fang Meisheng came over to inspect the situation.

In fact, the producer does not need to watch every day, but Fang Meisheng did so.

Shen Luo noticed that Fang Mosheng didn't keep his eyes on him too much, and then the other party started talking to the director.

Taking advantage of this time, Shen Luo adjusted his state.

Substitute the protagonist...

This MV is about love, and it was prepared by the company for Shen Luo.

I haven't talked about love at all, so how should I act.

Shen Luo didn't have a clue, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he became dazed.

A few days ago, he also exchanged his reputation points for his professional singing skills.Now I have to rely on my own strength...

"Come with me."

At some point, Fang Meisheng, who finished talking with the director, turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Shen Luo was puzzled for a moment, and followed behind Fang Mosheng with the director's nod.

It wasn't until the two of them came to a secluded corner nearby that Fang Mosheng stopped.

"What the hell are you trying to tell me?"

It was back to the same situation as that day.

It's just the two of them here...

Shen Luo felt his heart beating faster, but on the surface he still pretended to be calm and asked Fang Mosheng.

Unexpectedly, Fang Meisheng didn't say anything, and suddenly pushed him into the horns with his hands.

"Now, you treat me as someone you love, try it."

This person is completely taking advantage of others.

Although Mo Sheng's side face was very serious, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention for him, but Shen Luo still couldn't help feeling depressed.

Then Mosheng's face slowly enlarged in front of him, and he wanted to lower his head to avoid it, but was restrained by the hunter who had expected it.

Shen Luo was annoyed... Damn, why is he always slow to react... When he becomes famous, he must...

Well.

The other's tongue quickly broke through his teeth and intersected him.

The original stubborn resistance turned into surrender, and Shen Luo's mind instantly went blank.

It was not until the kissed person was out of breath that Fang Mosheng let go.

"Wouldn't that be your first kiss?"

Compared with the experienced opponent, Shen Luo looked like a complete rookie.

This made him feel inexplicably unhappy, so he just snorted, but didn't answer anything.

"Did you fall in love with me?"

Obviously the other party was only joking, but the charm in his eyes briefly made Shen Luo lose his mind.

He glared at Mo Sheng bitterly, and turned his head as if being bullied.

However, Mo Sheng approached his ear again, and spoke to him as if licking his earlobe:

"Substitute me as the heroine and try again."

After that, Mo Sheng left first, leaving Shen Luo alone with a sullen face, wondering what he was thinking.

The next filming went surprisingly smoothly. The director repeatedly asked Fang Meisheng what he said to Shen Luo, and there was such a big improvement.

Regarding this, Mo Sheng just smiled in his eyes, and said pointedly: "I just asked him to think more about whether he has liked someone or something, and it is fine to present it as an expression of love."

These words are really not wrong. After all, Mo Sheng was the best actor in the world before. Both theoretical knowledge and practical experience are much deeper than ordinary actors.

And this director only shoots ordinary TV dramas, so he kept nodding when he heard the words, praising Fang Mosheng for being suitable for acting.

Although their voices were not loud and what they were talking about should be ordinary, Shen Luo felt guilty.

He also became a little angry for no reason at all.

By the time the filming was over, it was midnight before we knew it.

The staff started to call it a day, and Shen Luo, who was the male lead of the MV, naturally left directly.

But when he got on the elevator, he found that Fang Mosheng was still standing in the elevator.

Trying to keep his eyes fixed on the elevator door until he reached the first floor, Shen Luo walked out, still feeling nervous in his heart.

Originally, after that online questioning, he suspected that he was gay, and now after today...

During the filming, he did bring in the other party according to what Fang Meisheng said. Not only was he not NG, but he was also praised by the director.

The director told him that this way of substituting emotions is experiential.

He doesn't really understand the meaning of this faction, but he also knows that his unfathomable feelings for the other party may be like the hero and heroine in the MV, it's liking...it's love.

"Get in my car."

As soon as he came outside the company, Shen Luo was a little dumbfounded. The nanny car that was supposed to be parked outside disappeared at some point.

But Fang Mosheng drove the car in front of him in good time.

It's really overbearing.

Shen Luo resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and sat in the back seat of the car.

"What are you thinking about, do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

Suddenly, Shen Luo heard the shocking words of the man who was driving.

"you……"

Although Shen Luo admitted that he might like Shang Fang Mo Sheng, he couldn't let himself accept this fact so quickly.

He could not refuse, nor could he nod immediately.

After being silent for a while, Fang Meisheng casually said: "Actually, I have paid attention to you since I first heard about you from my sister."

"Submit your information to the company and let them observe you. Maybe this is all my curiosity, but when I saw your serious appearance when you entered the piano room, I recalled the old me."

"The matter of the album was specially arranged by me. You may have discovered all these things, but I still want to tell you these things."

"Now I am confessing my heart. I don't need your approval. I just hope that you can also confess your heart to me."

Shen Luo listened, and then closed his eyes.

In his previous life, he had always been a conformist person from childhood to adulthood, and even though he became smoother because of work, he still tended to be traditional.

He believes that before starting a relationship, they should carefully examine each other before making a decision.

Some people may be as serious as he is when they fall in love, and they are rushing to get married when they talk about it.

gay love...

Shen Luo felt that he had never had such a bold idea, and he had never thought about the possibility of this matter for a second in his life before he met Fang Meisheng.

He thought that no matter what, he would be a good husband and father in the future...

Who would have thought that there would be an unexpected situation.

However, when Fang Meisheng was involved, the originally strong defense and bottom line suddenly collapsed like this.

He listened to his own voice and said:

"I know you mean it, so my answer is..."

"it is good."

Now that you have agreed, you must remain unswerving until death and never regret it.

[The sixth world end]

The author has something to say: In fact, it can be extended by another chapter, but I feel that pure dog food is meaningless...

I can finally write the last world, oh, oh, oh, when I wrote this world, I was full of thoughts.

Hmm... In fact, even if you choose the lowest difficulty, it is a bit scary. It is recommended not to watch it before eating, hahahaha.

☆, role: killing disease (1)

A gloomy, indescribable sky was ahead.

The bleak moon dotted it, not only did not dilute the oppressive feeling like an abyss, but brought a kind of quiet coldness.

A figure tending to the shadow stands.

It can't see its face clearly, it can't survive in the sunlight, and the appropriate darkness covers everything it has.

Suddenly there was a little movement.

'tick--'

Blood dripped from the snow-white gloves, which was left over from someone else's body.

The bloody corpse was still staring at the boundless night with fearful eyes.

"Haha..."

The panting sound seemed to be suppressing something... After that, it directly jumped over the corpse and left the place in a hurry.

Facing such a shadow-like person, the community security guard let him go as if he hadn't seen it.

It wasn't until it entered the closed apartment and the fluorescent lights came on that this indescribable guy showed his true colors.

It has a delicate and harmless face in its early 20s, and a thin body that gives the illusion of malnutrition.

Adding all these things together, what is combined is a murderer who can be regarded as a human being.

He took off his coat and gloves, followed the instinct of the original body, and started to take a bath.

Even though that part of the body has not been in contact with the outside world, it still feels dirty.

He washed it three times in a row with no expression on his face, and he didn't come out of the bathroom until his skin was rubbed red.

In the mirror, he was naked.

However, what was revealed was not the tender body that his age should have. Those criss-crossing scars repeatedly told him the suffering and humiliation of the original body.

The long-overdue text appeared on the mirror at this moment.

----

[Task Main Line [-]]: Complete Fu Meisheng's wish

[Task 0 progress]: [-]%

[Mission Details]: Perfectly implement the seven murders.

[Task level]: Silver (initial difficulty: 5)

----

But with a slight glance, he looked away, threw the clothes he was wearing into the washing machine, and then he looked at himself in the mirror.

It was so long until the handwriting slowly disappeared, and when he was in a trance for a long time, he suddenly picked up the cleaned knife with his right hand, and swung it down with a ferocious expression.

'Puff--'

Cutting the human body with the snow-white knife surface is naturally the simplest and most comfortable thing.

The pain had a tingling texture, which suddenly awakened Mo Sheng's spiritual consciousness.

This is the first time he has been suppressed by the remaining spirit of the host.

In the previous few worlds, it is not that he will not be affected by his original body, but his personality will subtly change, but his thoughts still remain.

But this time it was very different. If he continued like this just now, he would gradually forget that he was Mosheng, and become the Fu Mosheng of the original world.

If it is reduced to such a point, what is the burden of humiliation in many worlds?

Blood dripped down his arm, Mo Sheng rummaged through the cabinets of the house, found a roll of gauze, and bandaged his arm first.

This finger-length scratch looks deep, but it's not an important place, at most there is some blood left.

After treating the wound, he checked his panel.

----

ID: Mr. Mei

Race: human

name: none

Grade: Seven

属性：力32（↑1）、敏35、神35、魅45、运25（↑2）

Rank: D rank (initial ordinary rank F)

Specialties: Camouflage (D-level), Suiyue Zhenjie · Remnant (C-level), Shuiyue Sword Art · Remnant (C-level), Pure Black Mask (C-), Mechanical Manipulation (E+), Doll Making ( E-rank), Black Crow Sword Skill (E),

XP: 320

Permission: Pioneer (Remaining Redemption Merit: 60)

Length of rest: 30 days (extractable)

Affiliated Space: Shattered Starry Sky

----

The new permission has given him the right to choose the mission, and this time the mission is indeed what he chose.

He also made some related preparations, but he was still caught off guard when he came here.

The initial difficulty of the silver level really made him feel the gap.

However, the power about black filled his body, making him squint his eyes.

Is this the reason for the new specialty?

……

"This is a photo of the scene of the crime, everyone should take a look at it first."

As soon as he pushed open the door of the task force's office, Pang Jia found that the focus of his eyes was on himself, so he threw the document bag in the middle of the table.

Before Pang Jia hung up his coat, there was a bluffing sound in his ears.

"This is different from before, isn't the corpse too complete?"

The first one who couldn't hold back was the newcomer with low qualifications. He looked at one of them with a bit of disbelief.

The others didn't speak, but their expressions were more or less disbelieving.

"This time the murderer did not vent his anger after the killing, but judging from the fatal wounds and death characteristics, it should be the same person."

An older police officer pointed to the photo near the wound, speaking firmly.

"The on-site forensic doctor also preliminarily determined this, so this case is a series of cases with our previous cases." Pang Jia said.

Why on earth did the murderer make changes...

This is the question on Pang Jia's mind.

On the whiteboard erected on the other side are photos of the previous two cases and written analysis.

The corpses in those photos all looked horrible.

The ruined skin and the tattered body like a sack, this is an inhuman appearance that the family members of the deceased can hardly recognize.

Obviously dead, but also to bear such humiliation.

What is the grudge against you?

"Did this lunatic encounter some accident that made him interrupt this 'carnival'?"

A policeman muttered to himself.

"Where's the surveillance camera?" The old police officer asked in a deep voice.

"Not photographed."

The expected answer made the atmosphere in the whole office sink.

Although every crime happened late at night, shouldn't the perpetrators leave some traces on such a street?

If this happens once, it's an accident, and if it happens every time, it's an exception.

"Nearby surveillance is also investigating, but hope may be slim."

The premonition in his heart had actually told Pang Jia the answer, but even so, he still ordered people to look for clues in this part.

"This is not a case that humans can commit at all..."

Complaints like this had already appeared before, but Pang Jia ignored them and announced another thing:

"In order to solve this case as soon as possible, the bureau specially called in a consultant. The consultant will arrive tomorrow, and everyone will cooperate actively when the time comes. Do you understand?"

Pang Jia glanced at everyone present, and immediately got a response.

"understood."

The author has something to say: I thought about the style of writing yesterday, and the world has probably decided to have this style. If you are not used to it, you can poke at the bottom to be willful.

☆, role: killing disease (2)

The course of the second semester of the sophomore year has started for two weeks, but most of the students have not recovered from the burnout of the holiday.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Xie Wenfeng followed the scattered crowd to the classroom for the next class.

Even if he didn't need to look at him from the corner of his eye, Xie Wenfeng could still feel that he was surrounded by familiar classmates.

This is a very normal thing. At the beginning of school, he deliberately established a good relationship with his classmates, asking everyone's name and hobbies, and many of them who chatted speculatively became friends with him after that.

It was the same in high school before. Rather than socializing on purpose, it is better to say that he is used to creating this kind of sense of security that suits his life.

It's just that the moment his sight touched a figure, a void appeared in the original sense of satisfaction.

this person……

His thin figure is walking forward without any haste, but there are no friends accompanying him, and he looks very out of place with his surroundings.

What is this man's name?

Xie Wenfeng recalled it carefully for a long time before he vaguely remembered it.

It seems to be Fu Meisheng.

It's so hard to even remember the name, let alone other things.

In my impression, his usual grades seem to be so-so, and he is mediocre in every way. Coupled with his unobtrusive appearance, Xie Wenfeng should be a shy and introverted person.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily sat next to Mo Sheng in this public class.

"Would you like to sit here?" At this moment, Xie Wenfeng's proud popularity was revealed, and within a short while, two groups of people invited him over.

It's just that he himself politely refused: "Sorry, I'm just sitting here today."

Naturally, the others would not think of the fringe people beside Xie Wenfeng. Seeing him shaking his head, they all sat back in their seats and chatted.

However, at this time Xie Wenfeng turned his head to look at Fu Meisheng, only to find that he had already lay down on the table and dozed off.

Not only that, he also plugged in a pair of headphones, no matter how you look at it, he looks like he doesn't want to communicate with him.

Xie Wenfeng, who was just thinking about something to start, was speechless.

Of course, such a small setback was not taken seriously by him, but it also made him more curious about Fu Meisheng.

Because he has to admit that he likes to communicate with difficult people.

When Fu Meisheng woke up and propped himself up to stand up, Xie Wenfeng naturally stood side by side with him.

"Fu Meisheng, I don't know if you recognize me, my name is Xie Wenfeng."

Now it's time for lunch, Xie Wenfeng chattered on and on, hoping to get some response from the other party.

What disappointed him was that Fu Meisheng had no expression on his face, as if he had lost his hearing and didn't respond.

Originally, Xie Wenfeng thought to himself that the so-called 'introverted' label was quickly removed by him and replaced by the word 'indifferent'.

And 'shy' replaced 'autistic'.

But it just happened to be like this, Xie Wenfeng felt that Fu Meisheng was more interesting.

Because he felt that Fu Meisheng was the exact opposite of him in appearance.

One is sociable, and the other is indifferent to the world.

Walking into the cafeteria, Xie Wenfeng lined up with Mei Sheng's team again.

After saying hello to a few people I knew, I picked up the dinner plate and headed in the direction of Unknown.

Before he was seated, a spoon and chopsticks were placed on his dinner plate.

When I looked up, I saw that Fu Meisheng was still expressionless.

Xie Wenfeng was stunned for a second, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

……

The dilapidated light bulbs were flickering, so naturally you don't need any good facilities in this kind of abandoned residential building.

But the flickering light and darkness in the eyes of others is just right for him.

He was still wearing the breathless black coat, and he could vaguely smell the bloody smell that had been stained on it.

The sensory stimulation brought by the original body is gradually pulling Mo Sheng to the abyss.

He pinched the position of the gauze with his right hand, and the trembling feeling gradually disappeared.

Every moment cannot be careless.

Thinking so secretly, Mo Sheng stepped up to the fifth floor with a calm expression.

Facing the house number, he quickly found the target.

Pressing the doorbell with white gloves and waiting patiently for a moment, the middle-aged man who immediately put down his guard when he saw him opened the door immediately.

"Fu Mosheng, why are you here?" At first, he didn't see clearly that the middle-aged man outside was showing a bit of hospitality, but when he found that Fu Mosheng was the only one, he became a little impatient.

"I'm very busy, if there is nothing important..."

Wu Sheng heard the words and took out a photo, but before the other party saw it clearly, he hid it back inside his clothes.

"...In that case, let's come in."

Although he concealed it very well, Mo Sheng caught a glimpse of his Adam's apple moving at that moment.

After closing the door, the middle-aged man was a little undisguised, and asked anxiously: "How much is the goods this time..."

Before he could say the word "Qian", Mo Sheng took out the small knife that was turned upside down in his sleeve, and stabbed vigorously.

The severed trachea made a 'click' sound of air leakage.

The owner of the voice held his throat and looked at Mosheng with extremely frightened eyes.

The other party obviously wanted to say something, but the dilapidated body couldn't make a sound.

Mo Sheng let the life of the person on the opposite side gradually pass away, and wiped the blade slowly at a slow speed.

This is a knife he ordered several years ago, so it should be cherished as a matter of course.

In the end, apart from fear, the middle-aged man only had endless resentment, as if he was asking Mo Sheng how he dared to do this.

Those big eyes were wide open, and the way of staring at Mo Sheng was still maintained even at the last second before death.

But on the corpse, it can only make people feel inexplicably funny.

Stripping off the other party's clothes, Akatsuki did the final work for his masterpiece.

Smart fingers start carving with the tip of the knife very skillfully.

Picking away the superficial skin without destroying the inner muscle texture, at this moment, the focused Mosheng is like a master sculptor.

With the memory of his previous life, he quickly found the feeling of getting started, and slowly became proficient from jerky.

A blood rose mixed with the human soil, quietly blooming.

That's why, every time the police can recognize him as the reason for the crime.

After all, even on the last corpse, the original body also left such a mark.

After taking care of the last step, Meisheng redressed the corpse, turned off the light, and closed the door calmly as if saying goodbye after visiting someone's house.

The night is still long.

☆, role: killing disease (3)

Even though today is no different from previous days, one thing has ignited people's curiosity.

Because the serial murderer who has only appeared in rumors and movies has appeared in their era.

Just like the familiar Jack the Ripper, there are not only movies with related themes but also references in many works.

Gone are those days, but people have a morbid fascination with the thriller because it's not only cool but also unleashes everyone's dark side in a way.

However, murderers have always existed in this world, but they were not put on the table due to the control of the above.

As for why this incident is so popular, it is inseparable from the protagonist of the murderer.

Because he took the initiative to contact the media and left a murder notice.

"I don't think this is true. These media just like to exaggerate and make a gimmick."

"If it wasn't true, wouldn't those news disappear so quickly without a trace?"

"It's perfectly normal for such rumors to be withdrawn."

Before entering the classroom, Xie Wenfeng heard such arguments.

He had also heard the news, but it was too late then, so he saw the screenshots forwarded by others, but it was enough to surprise him.

Shouldn't such a plot only exist in novels and film and television plots, and it actually happens in reality.

But in this Internet age, no matter how explosive it is, it's just an extra piece of chatter. Unless it involves yourself, no one will take it seriously.

So this kind of discussion quickly died down with the ringing of the class bell.

Xie Wenfeng heard it and didn't think too much about it, he still sat next to Meisheng like yesterday.

It's just that his tablemate today is a bit strange, he looks very tired, but he is not lying on the table like yesterday.

"An incident happened yesterday. A murderer even contacted the media to make a big news."

I don't know why, looking at Fu Meisheng, the speech he was preparing originally became what those people discussed earlier.

It may be because he felt that Fu Meisheng would be interested in this matter.

"The murderer committed five crimes in total before, and he made a preview of the consecutive crimes. He is really a showy guy."

Just as Xie Wenfeng was saying this, he inadvertently noticed that Fu Meisheng's eyes were fixed on him.

It was hard for him to describe the look in Fu Meisheng's eyes at this moment.

It was an eerie nothingness.

Xie Wenfeng's back felt a little chilly, and he dared not look at him with a guilty conscience.

"that……"

Just about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but was interrupted by Fu Meisheng immediately.

"Is that what you think of the murderer?"

It's rare that the person opposite said such a long sentence.

It's just that he wanted to try hard to understand, but he couldn't understand the meaning expressed in it for a while.

"What... what?"

Before he could ask, Fu Meisheng kept silent, and seemed to have returned to his original indifferent look.

At this moment, Xie Wenfeng felt a little confused, but he also realized that his previous self might have said something wrong.

This made him read all the news related to the murderer that he had received before.

Including that murder notice:

This soil where evil breeds,

With the life of a nightingale born the red flower,

There is neither white night nor dark night,

A verdict that cannot be stopped even with a blindfold,

and unfulfilled desires sail towards the end.

-

Xie Wenfeng read the notice several times, and his original views on killers changed.

Although the preface of this text does not match the postscript, it obviously has its own meaning in the middle.

Are even killers so educated now?

Looking at Fu Meisheng on the side, Xie Wenfeng always had a strange feeling.

Could it be that he is also a killer's admirer... But this kind of calm look is really unusual.

Instead...

There was an answer that vaguely surfaced in his heart, as if he couldn't explain it like a sixth sense.

How could he be a killer.

Xie Wenfeng shook his head, thinking that he must have thought too much.

……

"Excuse me, Consultant Xiao."

Although compared to his age, he and this young consultant were only about the same size, but the new police officer still respectfully helped him.

After taking the gloves handed over by others, Xiao An ignored the noisy noise outside the isolation zone.

——There are always people in this world who desperately want to be famous.

He thought disdainfully, looking at the corpse carefully.

Unlike what Captain Pang, who was in charge of the case, said, the killer didn't cause the deceased to suffer too much.

It's just that after a night of fermentation, there was still a rotten smell. He touched the corpse and found that it was already stiff.

The time of death was last night.

Xiao An could imagine that in the dark night, on this deserted and silent street, the killer suddenly appeared and gave the deceased a fatal stab...

After uncovering the clothes of the deceased, Xiao An found what he was looking for - a carved rose.

It is difficult for normal people to understand why the killer left such a mark after killing.

Because serial killing itself is not something ordinary people can do.

But Xiao An, who has studied psychology, understands that this represents a symbol of the killer's heart.

Even murder.

There must be a logical truth behind the seeming madness.

After the personal inspection, Xiao An watched the forensic doctor's corpse be put into the car.

He doesn't think that modern technology can find out who the murderer is... If there is such an ability, then the superiors will not send him here.

There are very few people close to the body, which is also to avoid damage to the scene.

There were two police officers on duty, and Xiao An also sat behind the car seat.

He was still thinking about the murder notice.

If combined with the case investigated by Pang Jia, there are no breakthroughs in five consecutive cases, then the murder notice will definitely contain information that he is interested in.

Five murders have been carried out, and he still can't catch the hem of his clothes. Presumably his heart has gone crazy.

It had been two hours since we actually met Pang Jia.

"How about it?"

Facing Xiao An's question, Pang Jia just frowned slightly.

"This burglary and murder is not in line with the killer's past style."

In fact, Captain Pang is becoming more and more incomprehensible to this killer. Now every time the opponent kills, he has overturned Pang Jia's original killer habit.

"Obviously an acquaintance committed the crime." Xiao An said slowly, and picked up the printed copy of the murder notice beside him, "By the way, I may know part of the killer's riddle."

"What?" Because we rushed to the scene this morning, Pang Jia didn't have any spare time to think about the murder notice, so he naturally became curious about what Xiao An said.

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