Charm

When I wrote the brain-burning part, I felt that part of my brain cells died.

☆, role: killing disease (4)

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.

-

"These two sentences, I guess, are related to "The Nightingale and the Rose." Taking a pen, Xiao An drew a horizontal line on the first two sentences, especially circled the word 'Nightingale'.

Rose?

Pang Jia really couldn't help but care about this. After all, he checked the corpses of the entire series of murders, and he could see this shocking pattern.

"You need a red rose that can only be born by singing in the moonlight, and that can only be reddened by letting your blood soak it. You will put a thorn in your breast...the thorn will go your heart, and then your life blood will flow into my heart."

Xiao An read it quietly.

Pang Jia, who thought it was a famous book, checked it with his mobile phone and found that "The Nightingale and the Rose" was just a fairy tale, so a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes: "That's amazing, how do you even know this, Chief Consultant. "

He shook his head slightly: "It's just a sudden thought."

After that, I continued to draw the fourth sentence, "The judgment that cannot be prevented even with a blindfold,

'.

"The phrase refers to the goddess of justice in ancient Greek mythology."

The legendary goddess of justice is not blindfolded, holding the appearance of the scales.

Listening to Xiao An's non-subjective explanation, Pang Jia seemed to be able to vaguely understand something.

Then Xiao An didn't do anything, but put the pen aside.

"Then what information do you think this murder notice revealed?" Even though he had some answers in his mind, Pang Jia still wanted to hear the consultant's interpretation.

He pondered for a while, and then said: "Since the murderer left the rose logo, it means that he thinks he is a rose, but he mentioned the goddess of justice and the ruling, maybe because he thinks that everything he is doing now is the same. a justice that cuts out evil."

Justice that kills evil?

Pang Jia suddenly felt amused.

To practice so-called justice with such an illegal means of depriving others of their lives?

What a high-sounding excuse to commit murder.

"And what about the other two sentences?" he asked tirelessly

Xiao An hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's too abstract, I can't be sure."

Pang Jia, who heard the words, agreed very much. Even if he knew that these two sentences might have the same referential meaning as before, it might solve all the riddles.

But that information alone is a gain.

"The victim and the murderer are acquaintances, and the victim committed the crime together, which may have implicated the murderer, causing the murderer's revenge..."

Muttering Pongja then shouted at the others.

"Find me all the files of the victim."

Even if you have checked it once, you may find new clues if you read it from a different angle this time.

Stacks of thick file bags were piled up in front of Pang Jia, and they continued to be hugged in the follow-up.

Because not only the victim himself must be investigated, but also relatives and friends have to check again and again.

Hope to find something.

Pang Jia, who was suffering from a headache, just opened a bag and looked up to continue the discussion with Xiao An, but he didn't expect to see the consultant Xiao standing up.

Touching his eyes, Xiao An picked up the bag and nodded slightly to him:

"I'll go out first."

Pang Jia opened his mouth, wanting to stop him, but found that he had no position.

The other party is a temporary transfer, and he still has a position higher than his authority, so how can he command and move him.

So Pang Jia could only watch helplessly as he put on a khaki windbreaker, opened the door and gradually left.

……

The afternoon sky always carries some bright heat.

Xiao An frowned, knowing that he had to speed up his movements.

This time he accepted the order of his superiors to come here, not just to solve the case.

Even if the identity of the murderer can be found out in reality, it is unacceptable for him to let the other party escape because of supernatural powers during the arrest process.

He must be caught before that.

As if sensing his determination, a directional premonition appeared in his heart.

He became determined, quickened his pace to the parking spot, got on the car, and immediately stepped on the accelerator.

Immediately, the car drove away from the spot like an arrow from the string.

The modified vehicle was surprisingly fast, but it still took him more than an hour to get from the police station to the destination.

"This is……"

Following the guidance of his ability all the way, Xiao An, who didn't think too much, was stunned when he saw the situation in front of him.

Although the surrounding area is full of greenery, it cannot conceal the fact that this is a cemetery.

Parked the car outside, Xiao An closed the door, and looked over, among the tombstones, even with his eyesight, he couldn't locate the murderer.

Concentrating on it, he stepped onto the gray stairs in front of him.

It's not the Ching Ming Festival now, so naturally the people who go to the grave are deserted, and there is no other purpose except to pay homage to the family and friends of the deceased because of the specific death day.

Then the murderer came here for this...

Xiao An was anxious, and kept going up the stairs without stopping, but when he came to the level position close to the murderer—the premonition was interrupted.

His heart sank, but he didn't lose his sense of proportion.

For a long time, others thought that he obtained important tasks by relying on his tracking ability, but ignored him.

After all, before he acquired this ability, he could solve several murder cases by himself.

Xiao An gave up his original plan, walked lightly, went down two steps, and walked towards the direction he remembered in a leisurely manner.

From this perspective, the people above are already able to do it.

But just to be on the safe side, he didn't set his sights immediately, but pretended to look for the tombstone he wanted to pay homage to.

Just when he felt the same, he raised his head and glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

As a result, he didn't see the standing person he expected.

Where did it go?

Xiao An looked at the steps going down on both sides, and there was no shadow.

He frowned and became alert, if it wasn't the bottom, it would be the top.

In any case, there was a good chance he had been discovered.

Looking at the killer's killing methods, all of them relied on the power of a sharp blade. He thought he would not fall into a disadvantage in this respect, so he planned to search upwards.

At this moment, a handsome young man in a black coat came into his eyes.

The other party looked calm, and approached him step by step without deliberately hiding the sound of footsteps.

Tapping.

Xiao An obviously didn't notice anything strange from him, but his body tensed up.

The two shortened the distance visibly with the naked eye, until they were within one meter of him when the boy stopped.

Xiao An's hand was down, touching the protrusion under the windbreaker.

Whenever he wanted, he could draw his gun and shoot in a second.

☆, role: killing disease (5)

He had been observing the other party, but he never thought that the young man didn't look him in the eye, turned around and put the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, holding his breath in a trance.

This is no different from other living people who come to pay homage.

Naturally, he didn't say a word, immersed in the world that belonged to himself and the dead.

Xiao An wondered if he was suspicious, and unconsciously let go of his right hand, and put it in his pocket.

At this time, the weeds on the side were blown by the breeze and rustled. If you ignore this situation, it sounds so refreshing.

At this moment Xiao An recalled in a daze that he wasted time, and knew that he could not find the murderer, so he simply looked at the tombstone in front of him, and fell silent together with the young man beside him.

It may be because of his occupation, but he still has doubts about why such a young man would visit the grave at this time.

But these are not convenient to ask directly.

As time passed, Xiao An inadvertently glanced at the young man beside him, then at the tombstone in front of him, and suddenly thought of an idea.

"Dad, our family is fine now, and I just got a job, so you can rest assured."

Xiao An pretended to rub his eyes, as if wiping away his tears, and whispered softly in a sad tone.

They are very close, Xiao An is not afraid that the other party will not hear.

Sure enough, the boy came back to his senses slightly, glanced at him, but didn't speak.

After noticing this detail, he immediately said, "Today is my dad's birthday, oh...why are you here today?"

The young man stared fixedly at the tombstone in front of him.

Xiao An waited for a long time, when he thought that the other party would not answer, he finally heard him say: "Today is my friend's memorial day."

At this time, Xiao An also caught a glimpse of the photo on the tombstone. It was a handsome looking boy. According to the year on the tombstone, the boy was only ten years old.

So look at it that way, ten years ago.

Xiao An looked at the young side face of the other party, and his heart was somewhat moved.

How profound and sad it would be to have a friendship that has not been forgotten even for ten years.

"He made a good friend."

Hearing this sentence, he seemed to think it was funny, and the young man let out a trembling laugh, but the inconsolable sadness on his face could not be deceiving.

"Making me this friend was the biggest mistake in his life."

As if he had come to a conclusion, the boy said decisively, and then he didn't look at the tombstone any more, turned around and planned to leave.

"Feel sorry……"

Thinking that it was his intentional spying that caused the other party to blame himself, Xiao An said apologetically.

However, the boy still didn't turn around, leaving only his back.

"Fang Haoran..."

This was the name of the dead friend of the other party. He chewed it over and over again, keenly feeling what he had missed.

But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything.

……

Even if he swaggered away from the other party, Mei Sheng was still not the slightest bit happy.

All kinds of people passed by him, and then left in a hurry.

He seemed so out of place in another world.

The original body's regret and grief were so vivid, he seemed to be able to see the other party curled up in a corner and weeping faintly.

The soil mixed with blood was covered by wind and sand, and only in the middle of the night would he dig open the soil to see his old friend.

It's a pity that after so many years, this white bone still disappeared.

Even if you go to pay homage to an empty urn, you are just deceiving yourself.

I don't know when the tears have dried up.

……

When he returned to the police station, there was still no progress in the case.

The key that cannot be deciphered is how did the murderer connect the five people together?

"The first victim is a lawyer, the second victim is a doctor, the third victim is a teacher, the fourth victim is an engineer, and the fifth victim is a retired accountant."

It can be said that the five victims have nothing in common, and their occupations are irrelevant, so it is really impossible to find out the problems.

Xiao An listened from the side, and also opened a file to read.

"There must be some hidden connection among them. Now the four of you are divided into two groups to investigate and ask the family members of the victim."

Pang Jia thought for a moment and thought of a way.

The time was just right now, and the four police officers were ordered to put on plain clothes and go out to the police immediately.

The few remaining people continued to check the files.

"I'm afraid these documents are just superficial things, and there is no way to investigate anything."

Xiao An put the file back on the table, shook his head, and looked at their wasted effort with some disapproval.

Pang Jia who heard the words did not refute, but just smiled wryly: "We criminal police can only investigate cases like this. If there are no clues, we have to investigate clues, even if we know it is useless... What's more, the people above this case are now watching. For us, even if there is no other way, we must bite the bullet."

"By the way, you help me investigate a person."

"Who?" Pangka asked.

"Fang Haoran, I want to know what is the cause of his death." Xiao An frowned, and now he has more or less recalled it.

I felt that something was wrong with the boy, but it was useless at this time, and now the only way to find out the identity of the boy was by grasping this clue.

"Is there any connection between this person and the case?"

Pang Jia cheered up immediately.

Regarding this question, Xiao An naturally didn't know, and shook his head.

This probably can only be judged after Pang Jia's investigation results.

Although what Consultant Xiao said was a bit mysterious, but at the moment he had no other thoughts, so Pang Jia obtained the information about Fang Haoran according to his words.

On the official website of the police station, after logging in Pang Jia's own identity, he began to inquire about Fang Haoran.

The result was a bit beyond their expectations, because——

Check no such person.

Even the dullest person can sense something is wrong.

What's more, Xiao An who has seen the tombstone with his own eyes.

In an instant, he increased the possibility of the juvenile suspect or the suspect's connection by [-]%.

Even though there was no such person, Pang Jia and Xiao An were not discouraged, but faintly excited.

Because they knew they might have caught a big fish this time.

On the official website of the police station, there are two possibilities for finding no one.

The first is that there is no such person, and the other is that this person has been deliberately hidden or tampered with by someone with higher authority.

Since Xiao An asked him to investigate, the first possibility is impossible, so there is only the second possibility.

So who on earth is so clever that he hid this person's death.

What facts are you trying to cover up?

The author has something to say: there is another update in the middle of the night, visually around one o'clock

☆, role: killing disease (6)

Just wandering aimlessly in the street, suddenly the vibration in the hand stopped the ignorant daydream.

He glanced down, it was his mother's phone number at the moment.

This string of numbers made up of numbers carried a sense of indifference, which made him even more expressionless.

He hung up the phone casually, and adjusted it to silent. Just as he was about to put down the phone, he saw the message that popped up earlier.

Dean: Have you finished the negotiation with the customer?

Suddenly, a coldness flashed across Mo Sheng's eyes.

The blood that had been cooled down by the anniversary of that person's death suddenly started to flow again.

He knew that although he had spent ten years gaining the other party's trust, if he didn't deal with the person as soon as possible, the dean who had contact information might contact him if he became suspicious, so...

Everything will be empty talk.

So, he has to be faster, and faster.

In the end, the killing ring will be broken today.

But at this moment, he has no way out.

……

The hot water for the bathtub is already on.

He began to take off his clothes, the muscles of his youth had long since disappeared, and even his stomach seemed to be pregnant in three months.

This is how people reach middle age...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head coldly, thinking about when to go to the gym to get a card, after get off work or to exercise on weekends.

He tested the water temperature with his hand, and he felt that it was almost there, so he raised his leg and stepped in.

When half of his body sank in, he couldn't help but hum.

There is still a day off tomorrow, and my wife and children are not at home, so can I...

Thinking of that Fu Meisheng, who hasn't contacted himself until now, showed a trace of displeasure.

He never expected that someone would break in at this time.

The unexpected visitor had a familiar face.

He came back to his senses, just about to scream, but suddenly couldn't make a sound.

The throat feels so sore, so sore, it hurts like it's on fire.

He ran his hands down his throat and found something wet and dripping.

The fishy smell also got into his nose at this time.

Only then did he realize that his life was not long.

He raised his head hard, and could clearly see the hatred in the eyes of the uninvited guest.

"Don't...don't..."

The dilapidated voice couldn't utter what he wanted to say.

Is this what death feels like?

Is this what life feels like passing by?

At this moment, he felt remorse, thinking of his wife and children in the bedroom, his eyes showed mourning and pleading.

"Please don't...don't embarrass them...they don't know anything and are innocent."

He shouted frantically in his heart, wanting to speak these words out.

However, when he was dying, he still saw the ignorant cold eyes.

When he was almost out of breath, Mo Sheng murmured to himself.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt your family."

Mo Sheng watched his blood flow down, slowly staining the bathtub red.

Just looking at this gradient is still very beautiful...

But it is not convenient to engrave.

Mo Sheng frowned, and had no choice but to roughly carve a rose on the hand of the corpse hanging out of the bathtub.

Pushing open the bathroom door, the other two bedrooms were still silent.

He breathed a sigh of relief, if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to implicate the innocent.

There is one more person.

The uncontrollable darkness inside was turbulent like waves, he squeezed his left hand, and the wound had healed, the pain was almost gone.

He forced himself to suppress the desire in his heart, and left in a hurry.

……

There are not many interview notes of the family members, Xiao An read each of them very carefully, and sometimes asked about the other party's expression and demeanor at that time.

"The family members have categorically denied the possibility that the victims knew each other. I think they may have been connected because of a certain place, or they may not really know each other."

Pang Jia said with a frown that he had already read it before, but he couldn't find any key clues. This was the most unacceptable thing for him.

"Don't worry...the murderer will be exposed soon."

Unexpectedly, Xiao An suddenly said this sentence after reading the notes.

"Why do you say that?" Pang Jia and the others were at a loss, unable to understand what he meant.

"Then why did he contact the media and issue a murder notice?" Seeing that Pang Jia still couldn't understand, Xiao An continued to explain, "His purpose is to attract our attention and hide some of his information in the notice. , in order to let us speed up the speed of solving the case..."

"Is he crazy? What good will it do him to let us solve the case..."

When Pang Jia was silent, another police officer exclaimed, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Does he want to be famous or does he want to show off?"

Someone asked hesitantly.

"He wants to kill all his targets before he gets caught..."

and suicide.

He buried this possibility in his heart, and of course he would stop the other party if possible.

It doesn't matter why the murderer became so insane.

"Boss, there is a new corpse."

A police officer trotted open the door, and when he saw Pang Jia, he said out of breath.

"Pattern of roses?"

Pang Jia stared at the policeman and asked.

"Yes, this time there is a rose in the hand, and it is the wife of the deceased who reported the crime."

how come……

Xiao An originally thought that the case would not happen today, because he subconsciously regarded the young man as the murderer.

For the sake of the anniversary of his friend's death, he probably wouldn't do anything.

"Let's go, Advisor Xiao, you stay here. If you find a new corpse, remember to rush over there."

Pang Jia pondered and said.

Xiao An nodded, his mind still in a trance.

For a while it was the face of the boy, and for a while it was the face of the dead.

Then, he suddenly woke up.

He knocked his head hard, knowing that the previous him gave birth to a bit of a woman's benevolence.

This should never happen.

The teacher's words are still in my ears.

"A murderer is a murderer, no matter what the name is, killing is a crime."

Xiao An suddenly remembered those few people who were arrested and accidentally killed by ability users.

For some reason, he shuddered.

He knew that he was also a murderer, just for the so-called justice.

So is he also high-sounding, like an executioner in the eyes of others?

Thinking of this, Xiao An couldn't lift his spirits. He knew that it was the young man's words and expression that shook him.

Then he deliberately suppressed the unnaturalness, and reopened the interview notes.

The author has something to say: Thank you Ge Ge for the nutrient solution.

Get up tomorrow and catch worms again.

☆, role: killing disease (7)

The location of Yunxi Orphanage is not good. It was bought and newly built because of the cheap land in the suburbs. After so many years, even occasional renovations cannot conceal the fact that it is already old.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the orphanage, and Mosheng got out of the car and looked up for a while.

The original body has not been here for a long time.

As Fu Meisheng, he should have nothing to do with this orphanage.

Both the dean and himself are carefully avoiding meeting, but at this moment it is unnecessary.

The sky in the distant horizon began to gradually darken.The sun was sinking slowly but surely.

Facing such a sunset, Mo Sheng squinted his eyes and stepped in.

The yard was empty, as quiet as if the entire building was empty.

Passing a half-covered room, he saw an aunt feeding a dozen three or four-year-old children.

That was utterly rude, mechanical attitude.

Put the porridge with only a few vegetable leaves into the children's mouths in turn, and then let the other party swallow.

The child who had long been accustomed to such an attitude obediently gobbled it up.

The whole process is still familiar to him, the taste of despair.

After all, he was once a part of it.

So not only did he have no sympathy for these children, he even felt a little envy.

At a glance, he knew that there were no normal people among them, and these mentally retarded cerebral palsy didn't know what was good and what was evil.

Knowing nothing is the happiest thing...not suffering and despairing of one's own status quo.

This is enough.

Then Meisheng walked up the stairs and came to the fifth floor.

There is no previous cold cage here, and it seems that there is not much difference from the outside, but when the innermost door is opened, it is discovered that the original idea is greatly wrong.

Compared with the far more comfortable interior and modern decoration downstairs, it makes people feel like they are in an apartment.

The newly decorated interior is very stylish through the careful arrangement of the owner.

Fan Xin, who was originally working here, raised his head with a surprised look on his face.

"How did you come?"

Mo Sheng didn't answer, his hanging hand was clasping the knife in his sleeve tightly.

The moment he slowly approached the desk, Fan Xin sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and said sharply, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

These are by no means wise last words.

Mo Sheng's eyes were red, even if he didn't deliberately control it, the anger and resentment in his heart had already been vented with the blade.

That kind of force broke the trachea long ago, almost cutting Fan Xin's head in half.

This made it impossible for him to struggle for a while like the previous few people.

Fan Xin's extremely short consciousness only felt an extreme pain for a moment, and then he found out that he couldn't move at all.

"Ring-ring--"

The belated bell rang suddenly.

Mo Sheng glanced at the screen and hung up directly.

"Ring-ring--"

However, the annoyingly loud bell still rang tirelessly.

He simply put down the half-carved rose and picked it up slowly.

……

Seven bodies, seven lives.

No one knows whether the murderer will continue to commit crimes like this, or will stop at a certain end point.

The atmosphere of the entire task force was extremely condensed, and they felt somewhat hazy in their hearts.

Not only because of the overwhelming pressure from above, but also because of the heavy weight of life.

"How is that person's investigation going?" Xiao An doesn't care about the case in his mind now, but Fang Haoran's matter is on the contrary.

Because of his inquiry, Pang Jia motioned for someone to bring a small stack of files.

"This is Fang Haoran's stuff we found out, and we brought it with the approval of the superior."

After ten years, even if there is an archive room for preservation, the outer bag looks much older.

Xiao An was full of doubts, but he also knew that the answers might be revealed soon.

After all, who would dare to hide it in such an important case that even the top of the capital is watching?

After unpacking the portfolio, one of the things surprised him immediately.

Fang Haoran turned out to be an orphan abandoned by his parents.

She stayed in the Yunxi Orphanage when she was a baby, until she was eight years old and entered elementary school with kind people...

Fang Haoran's life is only a short ten years, so this information is very short.

Xiao An browsed carefully, and it didn't take long to see the cause of Fang Haoran's death, and then fell silent.

According to the transcripts of the director of the orphanage and the nurse, the other party fell into the pond while playing and frolicking, and finally drowned to death due to suffocation.

This kind of lax supervision has resulted in many incidents of accidental drowning of children, let alone in institutions like orphanages.

A dozen or even more than 20 children are under the care of one nurse, and it is difficult to take care of every child when there is a shortage of personnel.

"Have you investigated the orphanage, especially the financial situation?" Xiao An said suddenly.

In fact, many orphanages are faced with the dilemma of insufficient funds.

Government funding can only barely keep the orphanage itself afloat to some extent, but what about the orphans in the orphanage?

These babies who may be abandoned due to congenital or acquired conditions are the biggest burden of the orphanage. It would be fine if the orphanage is run by caring people, but if there is no caring...

Pang Jia also knew this in her heart, so she was already prepared, pointing to another file and said: "These are the operating conditions and development history of Yunxi Orphanage."

Hearing this, Xiao An nodded slightly, and looked through the lackluster historical materials, and the list of donations made Xiao An's eyes widen.

"This is……"

"The seven victims have donated to this orphanage more than once." Knowing what Xiao An wanted to ask, Pang Jia replied in a deep voice, "Now we can finally understand the relationship between these victims, and the next case will also happen in the future." The remaining donors show up, and I've sent people to..."

"and many more."

Xiao An immediately interrupted the other party's words, and circled the amount of the victim's donation.

"See if these numbers are very close."

Staring at the place marked by Xiao An, Pang Jia nodded after reading a few pages.

"The orphanage clearly has some sort of deal with these people."

Xiao An acquiesced to Pang Jia's words, and felt very disgusted in his heart. Until now, he still didn't know that Fang Haoran's death had something to do with the orphanage.

"I think we overlooked someone." He slightly raised the side curtains.

It was already dark in his eyes.

Generally, murderers commit crimes on nights like this.

For a moment, everyone in the room felt shuddering.

"Call, hurry—" Pang Jia shouted immediately, and just turned to the page with Fan Xin's contact information.

'Beep beep...'

Such waiting is very frustrating.

"Have you got through?"

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."

With a gloomy face, Pang Jia dialed again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."

Could it be that the other party has...

Just when everyone was about to give up hope, the phone suddenly got through.

The author has something to say: the climax is coming soon, but I can't keep up the energy. It may be because I was too tired yesterday and didn't want to write hastily, so I can only update it today.

☆, role: killing disease (8)

"Hello, is this Dean Fan?"

Pang Jia said hastily, but the unexpected response was silence.

If it wasn't for the gentle breathing sound from the other end, he would have thought he had hung up.

"He's already dead." Meisheng replied with the phone under his shoulder while wiping the blade.

"you……"

Suddenly, Pang Jia wisely adjusted the speakerphone and put the phone on the table.

"That's right, I am the murderer you are looking for." Mo Sheng's reply was not mixed with any fireworks, as if announcing a fact.

Pang Jia wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xiao An.

He stepped forward and said, "What kind of grudge does this orphanage and these victims have against you? You want to keep killing people again and again to vent your anger."

"What's the hatred?" He asked this sentence as if gnashing his teeth, and then the other party sneered, "Isn't it good to let these damned people die quickly?"

"Fang Haoran is your reason?"

Just when Xiao An was about to ask again, the other party interrupted him.

"No need to test, now I can tell you that I will kill two more people, if you have the ability to find me, you can come and stop me... As for not..."

"Then you can only blame yourself for being too useless."

The murderer's arrogance really aroused the anger of the obedient people on the sidelines. If Xiao An was not here, they would have started scolding.

"What is written in your notice..."

Before he had time to guide out more information, the murderer cut off the phone first.

"Dududu-"

Pang Jia blushed with anger, and slammed her right hand on the table heavily.

'Boom--'

This sound was particularly loud in the silent room, and it brought everyone back to their senses in an instant.

Now is not the time to be angry, the most important thing is to rush to Yunxi Orphanage.

Naturally, Pang Jia knew this too, so he restrained his anger and dispatched a group of people to the crime scene.

Xiao An's mind is not right, the boy's voice from yesterday is still in his ears, compared with today's murderer's voice, it is indeed very similar.

In other words, he missed a great opportunity to arrest the murderer.

It's just that no matter how upset he is right now, there's nothing he can do about it. The most important thing is how to stop the other party's next attack.

"Consultant Xiao, shall we go together?"

Xiao An, who heard the words, immediately declined: "Since the murderer answered the call, it means that he will definitely not stay where he is. With his ability, we are sure to make a fuss. Why don't we investigate the murderer's target later, or we can preemptively strike. "

Having said that, Pang Jia still has to go to the scene of the crime.

As the saying goes, if you want it to perish, first make it crazy.

The murderer's already crazy words and deeds are likely to be negligent.

Seeing Pang Jia immediately, Xiao An shook his head.

This is the thinking of ordinary people, limited to what clues and evidence can be obtained to bring the murderer to justice.

However, for those with abilities, relying on these alone is not enough.

……

He doesn't look at anything, and isn't moved by anything.

On the drooping hands of the corpse, roses that were almost carved into shape were exposed.

Not only that, but he didn't know when he cut a big hole in his belly.

The crack stretched from the heart to the lower abdomen, organs leaked out of the gap, and a lot of blood was still dripping down the clothes.

No matter how decent and luxurious life was in life, it is still unbearable when it comes to death.

This is death - true equality for all.

He was wondering when those people would arrive, but then he thought it didn't matter.

The beauty of the orange-red sunset reflected the ugly death of the other party, which was still fresh, and it was somewhat patchwork.

After staring blankly for a while, Mo Sheng slowly opened the door.

Even when he was leaving, he didn't look at the corpse again, as if it was just weeds on the side of the road or garbage in the trash can.

……

When Pang Jia arrived with his men, he could only see the corpse, but no one.

Several nurses were petrified by the scene in front of them.

In their eyes, the majestic Dean Fan turned into a horrible 'rotten meat' at some point.

The quietly floating corpse immersed in such a river of blood was so peaceful and shocking that Pang Jia, who was waiting for the autopsy, could not help but frown.

Then the nurses reacted one after another and began to vomit.

Their faces were as pale as paper, and they felt uneasy.

"An hour or so, did you see anyone who went to the orphanage?"

An elderly nurse was the first to recover. Her eyes were a little frightened, probably because she was worried that she would fall into the same situation as Dean Fan.

"Don't worry, the murderer's target will not be you."

Of course she saw that Ponja was the elder among these people.