I put the rag doll down in my hand, and I always felt a little uncomfortable looking at the faces drawn with these waterbrushes.
"Although it is only a pen sketch, it seems to give the doll a soul, how did he draw it?"
I was still pondering when the girl in red had reached the table at some point, and she raised her scarred hand and grabbed the cloth on the wall.
"What are you going to do?"
I looked up and saw the cloth covering the wall being pulled down by the girl.
"This ......"
The walls in front of me are covered with pictures of dead people!
Murder scenes, innocent deaths, I seem to hear their wails as they struggle.
"It's cruel."
My heart trembled, forcing myself to look at the pictures on the wall.
The deceased in the photos died in a variety of ways, the only similarity is that at the scene of the murder, there is always a clown with a big red mouth painted on it.
He was so happy and smug that he grinned so much that even the tears in the corners of his eyes didn't look clear.
It's hard to believe that a person who is not only cruel and cold-blooded, but also likes to take the remains of the deceased as a kind of proof and memorial.
"This person is in the top three of all the criminals I've ever met."
This sentence is not from me, but from the barrage in the live broadcast room, where the Socratic paradox witnesses the scene of an underground wax factory on the other side of the screen, and the large pile of corpses disguised in plastic plaster.
After watching his barrage, I felt the same way.
Glancing over a photo, who would have thought that such a terrifying truth would be hidden in this paradise built for pleasure.
The photos are all attached to the wall, glued to the transparent tape, which cannot be removed and cannot be easily destroyed.
"These photos were taken over a large period of time," he says.
One of the photographs was taken of the deceased's mobile phone, showing that the time was five years ago.
There is also a photograph of the deceased who died in a pool of blood after being hit by a heavy object, and the shop window glass behind him reflected the shadow of the old town clock.
At different times, in different places, completely random ways of killing, and arrogant enough to take photos to commemorate, this guy is a demon who treats living people as prey.
His eyes swept over and his gaze finally stopped at the center of the wall.
My face changed again and again, my fists clenched, my finger bones crunched, and green tendons appeared on my arms.
In the center of the wall, there are three photographs of the finished glyph.
In the first photo, the deceased in the photo was dressed in linen and filial piety, and after his body was penetrated by steel bars, he knelt on the ground, still kowtowing and begging for mercy!
In the second one, the bespectacled college student opened his eyes wide and looked at his body that was getting farther and farther away from him, his body was separated, and his head was taken away!
The third, the pitch-black study room of the women's university, is neat and tidy, and every drawer is flowing blood red!
And in the middle of these three photographs, in the middle of this entire wall, there is a picture that seems to be a red-hot soldering iron imprinted into my eyes.
This is the most special photograph, because there is no dead person in the photograph, only a dying man tied to a chair, his tears and snot flowing uncontrollably, his face frightened, and his gagged mouth constantly whining pleadingly.
The photographs faithfully record all this, the killer is enjoying the despair of the victim, the struggle and crying of the deceased before death, almost to make the murderer excited**.
He was holding a special steel needle, and in the corner of the frame, a young policeman in a police uniform was photographed emerging from under the bed in the room.
The camera pressed the shutter and happened to record this scene five years ago.
The door of memory was pried open, and the things I least wanted to recall appeared clearly in my mind at this time, lingering, and it was only now that I realized that I had never forgotten anything, and these five years of paralysis and self-exile did not make me forget anything that happened at that time!
They are like imprints, burning on the heart, leaving deep and irreparable scars.
"It turns out that the murderer five years ago was you......"
At the beginning of the parade, the clown who bumped into my shoulder overlapped with the vague face in my mind, and across five years, that guilty face slowly emerged.
He doesn't seem to have changed much, he's still so ordinary, he's still so hateful.
Before I started my first stream, I saw the world as boring and dreary, like a rotting camel.
It wasn't until I met Lu Xing that my opinion changed, that homicidal maniac was full of morbid passion, and his cold-bloodedness and unscrupulous means reminded me of the serial murderer five years ago.
At that time, when I first knew about Lu Xing's existence, I had actually linked him to the murderer of the serial murder five years ago, but the impression that was faintly left in my mind five years ago told me that the murderer's face was different from Lu Xing.
Lu Xing's face is double-faced, handsome on one side and hideous on the other, his face is very distinctive, belonging to the type that can never be forgotten at a glance, which is different from the murderer five years ago.
But Lu Xing's style of acting is really too similar to that madman five years ago, seemingly killing people randomly, but in fact, each deceased person is a sacrifice that is determined after careful selection.
I have been exploring the Double-Faced Buddha and taking the initiative to cooperate with the live broadcast of the underworld show, a large part of the reason is to deal with Lu Xing, catch him and want to learn something from him five years ago, the serial murder case on a rainy night is an eternal thorn in my heart, if I don't catch the real murderer, I will not be able to sleep well in my life.
And before the start of this live broadcast, when I learned from Mr.
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Gu that Lu Xing had an accomplice, my heart jumped suddenly, because some of his descriptions were too similar to the murderer I met five years ago.
I was always thinking about why the other party would put a set of filial piety clothes on Xiaofeng's bed, and deliberately left a note in the filial piety clothes.
Now that I think about it, it should have been the murderer's provocation to me.
"Guess who I am?"
From the time I read this sentence, the game between me and him five years ago had already started again.
Standing in front of the wall full of photos of the deceased, I stood for a long time, before the live broadcast began, the three voices on the mobile phone in the underworld show corresponded to the three deceased five years ago, and they should also be eager for me to help them wash away their grievances and reincarnate as soon as possible.
"It's been five years, I've been looking for you for five years......"
What the girl pulled down just now was not only an ordinary piece of cloth, but also a prelude to the race for life and death.
"Five years ago, you randomly killed people and blamed me for the word murderer, and you got out safely.
Five years later, Lu Xing is still doing the same thing as you did at the beginning, and it seems that five years ago, you didn't pay the price at all, at least because of my troubles, your plan was aborted, and it was postponed for five years. ” Cause and effect reincarnation, fate, five years ago did not distinguish the winner or loser, five years later, the opponent became more cunning, the situation became more dangerous, but I am no longer the trainee police officer who knows nothing.
"Guess who I am?
Now that I know who you are, isn't it my turn to make a move?
"The green tendons on my arms have not disappeared, my face shows a trace of ruthlessness and determination, and my eyes are flying with blood red.
I clenched the iron tongs, checked the talisman on my body, and after all the preparations stopped, I picked up my mobile phone for the underworld show, looked at the live broadcast room that I named myself, and said in a solemn tone that is rarely seen.
"Friends, I have a grievance from five years ago that I want to settle today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you later, so I want to close the live broadcast for the time being.
If I start broadcasting again before dawn, everything will continue to be the same after that, if ......
Forget it, if I hadn't started broadcasting, I'm afraid you wouldn't remember me in the future. ” Socrates paradoxed: "Anchor, it seems that you have understood the origin of the matter, can you tell us sailors as well, and let us help you come up with ideas." ” Tieling Biaoye: "Brother, don't grind, just report the address." ” Teletubbies Die of Murder: "Boss, whoever you're going to do, count me in!"
” Jiangcheng old driver: "Don't be impulsive, the anchor is driving a taxi to you, and I'm out today!"
” "Don't turn off the air!
Guys are coming soon!
” "Cowardly, people are in the live broadcast, and they vow to live and die with the live broadcast!"
…… Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "I just woke up from meditation, I haven't seen you for a long time......"