After Becoming a Little Sister

"If there are survivors, there should be some. I have seen people come out with people before..."

In the hustle and bustle, people in uniforms came in and out, and finally came another ordinary off-road vehicle that was not very fanciful. A group of seemingly capable people jumped out of the car, and then A macho man at the finale - a real big man with big arms and round waist.

A loose bomber jacket was bulged up by his muscles, and his face full of flesh did not look ferocious. Instead, there was a calmness that did not match his body, which made this sturdy man's aggression abruptly reduced. No, it is definitely a violent person from the back, but if you look at the front, you might wonder if this is a fitness trainer or a weightlifter or something.

Someone at the port recognized this sturdy man, and some slick fishmongers froze, shrank their necks and pretended they didn't exist.

"Why is he here?"

"This is under his jurisdiction, who will come if he doesn't come?"

"Axi... Why hasn't this guy been revenge by the gang..."

The macho smacked his lips, looked around, then walked to the berth with the isolation belt pulled up: "Have you finished checking all the cabins?"

"After the investigation, there were two survivors, but they were all terrified and could not answer any questions." The colleague who had been waiting at the berth in advance handed him the record book in his hand: "There are a total of 11 corpses on board. The time of death is still uncertain, but it is said that the captain who died in the end still had signs of life when he was found, but unfortunately the rescue was not in time and he was gone."

"What about the identity of the crew?"

"I don't know, this ship belongs to an ocean-going fishing company. You know they all like to work with stowaways and black workers from Southeast Asia. We only found 7 passports on the ship. There are already several people who are against it. No more numbers."

"嘁——" The flesh on his cheek twitched, and the slugger pulled up the isolation belt: "Take me to see the scene."

"...you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

"What do you mean?" The boy was stunned for a moment: "Is it cleaned up?"

"That's not...or that we don't know what to do with it."

"what?"

Doubtful questions were answered after seeing several crime scenes.

There's really no way to fix this - it's too bloody.

The body of the deceased has been collected, but the pieces of the body have not been completely collected. The deceased were killed in different cabins or aisles, and the murderer seemed to have been brainwashed by some evil sect ritual. And viscera smeared all over the place.

The handsome boy's expression was a bit ugly, not because he was frightened, but because he was choked by the strong smell of blood.

The small cabin is full of radiating blood spray marks. It is obvious that the victim's aorta has been injured, and those bloody handprints are like someone rolling on the ground covered in blood. , this is more like the horror and struggle when encountering a monster in a horror movie, and then this trace will be left.

"Just one person?" The savage brother watched a few scenes and looked back at his colleagues: "Kill eleven?"

"It should be a single person, and the other party didn't use any weapons. They were simply killed... They were all bitten to death, biting their necks, then tearing their throats, injuring the aorta of the neck, and several victims were choking on blood. In the throat, they suffocated to death, and a few were in shock due to excessive blood loss, but the least was directly bitten to death."

"...Axi, is this person crazy?" The sluggish brother took a few steps forward, and then found something, turned around and squatted down.

This is a cabin for the crew to rest. It is small and cramped. Several things called beds are randomly welded with steel pipes. The bedding on it is stained with yellow and black marks. The internal organs scattered on the ground have been cleaned up. Part of it, but there are still some corners that have not been cleaned out.

It would be better to say that those responsible for cleaning are not willing to clean up in detail at all, this scene is too disgusting.

The macho man looked at the trace that was at the height of his calf. After thinking about it, he pointed to the twisted leg of the bed: "Take it off and bring it back."

"……why?"

"The weld cracked open, and the dust disappeared. Who knocked it crooked... This thing is solid, the guy who started it should be holding the person here..."

He looked around and stood up again: "No, it's this direction, holding the other party here—"

After squatting down again, he knelt on the ground, as if he was kneeling on someone's body, stretched out his hand to simulate a gesture of strangling someone's throat, then held down the air, grabbed something and pulled it back, elbows. 'Boom-' slammed into the leg of the bed.

The dull voice made the whole welded bed frame tremble. The sturdy man clenched his teeth and retracted his hand, rubbing his elbow: "Axi, are this guy's bones made of iron? Are they so hard?"

The firmness of the bed frame was beyond his expectations, but it also proved that the hands-on guy was amazingly powerful - the body hardness was estimated to be amazing.

The colleague who came to investigate the scene before seemed to have thought of something, opened the notebook in his hand to check, and then his expression became subtle: "It is true that some body organs were found here..."

"You'll know just by looking at this blood, this blood--have you seen the wall here? The traces that were sprinkled on it!" The macho man pointed to the parabolic blood stains on the next wall: "What are you looking at at the exploration site? Ah, wouldn't it be possible to restore the scene of the crime?"

Ignoring the ramblings of the macho man, the scout colleague shrugged: "If it was you, you wouldn't have guessed that it would be this way when you saw the scene. The thing that was torn off was a piece of spine."

"……what?"

"Spine, the victim's stomach in this cabin is hollowed out. From the back of the stomach, it is probably this section." The reconnaissance colleague groped his back with his backhand and pointed to the back of the lower abdomen: "Here, It was dug out directly from the stomach... The guys at the identification site dare not draw conclusions, they are still waiting for the forensic autopsy, and now it seems..."

"Now it looks like that guy is not only a pervert, but also a..." The savage brother thought for a while, then swept the scene again with strange eyes, and muttered: "Monster..."

"Puff--"

A sound of falling into the water came faintly from outside the cabin.

Everyone was shocked, and the fierce man rushed out straight ahead: "What's the matter? Who is it?!"

But no one on the deck cared, someone saw them running out, and just casually pointed to a circle of ripples on the side of the boat: "It's a seagull, who came to steal the fish, then hit something and fell down. "

The macho man looked at the twitching seagull on the side of the ship, silently watching the other party gradually sink into the water, and rolled his eyes.

There are a lot of piled up boxes on the deck. He opened it and took a look. In winter, the temperature in Busan Port is not high. Although there is no snow, the wind is piercing. These exposed fish are not necessary to be put into the freezer. High-quality goods, and the condition is also very poor, there is no sign of rotting on the deck.

It was piled up on the deck and secured with simple ropes. It was supposed to be the first batch of goods unloaded after the other party was about to enter the port.

"Speaking of these fish, the fishing company kept saying hello to us, saying that the boat should be towed back to unload the cargo." The reconnaissance colleagues also looked at the fish on the deck: "Is this the fish caught in the ocean? The amount is really good. Great, many seagulls have come to steal fish since the morning."

"Unloading? Unloading the ass." The guy lit a cigarette, but the lighter didn't light after hitting the lighter several times in the cold wind. The little brother next to him reached out to help him block the wind. He took one and threw it to the younger brother, and the savage brother slowly spit out a white mist: "This case is evil, 11 people, don't want any fish in this boat, just wait for it to rot on the boat."

This is not an accidental fight between one person and two people. In such a vicious case, the fishing boat itself as the first crime scene is an important material evidence. Even now, the situation is calm, and those reporters do not seem to smell blood. On the premise that the sharks came, once the details of the case and the specific death toll were known to them, the entire Port of Busan had to be surrounded by those hyenas.

They are the best at provoking public opinion, and the final pressure will obviously be on them. At that time, let alone this ship, they will still say whether they can handle the case normally-a ship that is so bloody, There was no possibility of cleaning it up at all, and he could even think of the crowdedness of those reporters who were deliberately planning to board the ship to shoot the scene.

"Treasure your leisure time now. Before you're disturbed, check to see if there's anything you've missed, and find out more details." The savage brother took an epic breath and directly ignited half of the smoke. He let out a breath of smoke: "If we don't find out who that person is, I'm afraid we will be busy like dogs for a long time in the future."

It's not that he has never seen such a murderous guy. Whether it's the gang murders in the slums or those appalling serial murders, there are more bloody details than that, but only with teeth and hands. The person is no longer a simple murderer, but more like a bloodthirsty monster.

The two things that can be confirmed now are that there are only eleven people killed on this ship, and the murderer escaped ashore.

Throwing the cigarette in his hand into the sea, the sturdy guy who was about to turn his head back to the cabin subconsciously turned his head and looked at the side of the ship with a scrutiny look.

It seemed that something flashed by the side of the boat just now—the shadow was two circles bigger than a person, what kind of big fish?

However, after staring for a few seconds, he didn't see it, so he stopped paying attention to this detail, and turned his head and took people back to continue the exploration of the site.

Under the surface of the water where his sight could not penetrate, a huge catfish with ferocious wounds all over its body swallowed the falling seagull in one bite. After chewing a few times, light brown stains appeared in the sea water, and the catfish's eyes Inside, there was a dim red light, revealing an extra hideous and terrifying look. The place where the fins were originally, I don't know when the shape similar to the claws has grown.

"Whoa--"

……

……

"Crash------"

The sound of the water sounded, and there was the sound of a girl's laughter and slapstick.

"Why are we here?" Xiong Luoli soaked in the children's hot spring pool in a children's swimsuit, looking at Arya who was sitting next to her and flipping through her phone.

Arya has a wound on her body and can't go into the water for a long time, not even a hotel artificial hot spring that deceives customers without rich minerals.

Hearing this, she didn't lift her eyelids: "It's not because of your sister, the spicy chicken shreds just wanted to eat some roadside stalls, she had to propose to eat hot pot, forget it, and gritted her teeth and ordered the spicy red oil pot. In the end, you order what you say, and you have to turn on the air conditioner again and again in the winter—the result is a red oil smell, what should you do if you don’t come to the hot spring?”

"...But I didn't eat." Xiong Luoli was stunned: "I just woke up."

"Oh, you're just your sister's little yellow duck, don't care." Alia put away her phone, raised her hand and called Liguang Xiaodaoist: "Sync the information from Nanbang and give me a new one. Especially if it has something to do with that monster girl from before."

Aunt Liguang, who was also wearing a children's swimsuit, nodded, took out the gossip mirror and started to work.

The central air-conditioning has a constant temperature of 25 degrees, and the indoor artificially prepared hot spring swimming pool is accompanied by the horse-killing service of professional masseuses.

It is said that these good-looking masseurs cost more than 800 per hour. Aliya tilted her head and thought for a while, and decided not to delve into the details.

It's hard to say whether the massage technique is strong or not, but these masseurs are all in good shape, and several of them don't even cut their nails cleanly, and they have manicure decorations.

Spicy Chicken Shreds lay on the bed next to him, emitting a light hum that made people think about it. The poor crying cat Maotou played the role of the owner, secretary, drug testing tool and small vault, and had to be squeezed to become a masseuse. It's innocent and helpless to try to give a set of Thai-style slaps to such waste as spicy chicken shreds.

Every time Arya sees the sacrifice of Weeping Cat Maotou, she wants to ask what the spicy chicken shreds did to deceive her so desperately.

How much benefit did she give?I give double!

Although Little Daoist Sister Liguang may have some opinions on this, such as being squeezed into the position of a little helper or something...

"Is Nanbang's blood-borne virus information fake?" Alia looked at the documents passed over and sat up from the reclining chair: "Are these guys mentally ill!"

There are still people who fake the crisis, Buddha - what kind of stupid operation is this?

"Infighting, it's like this. The infighting has reached the point where it's getting hot." Spicy Chicken Si did not open his eyes, enjoying the skilled massage skills of Weeping Cat Maotou next to him, and replied with a look of enjoyment: " I went to Nanbang this time to help the Sansang chaebol."

"...Aren't you trying to kill them?"

"But is there a conflict between killing them and helping them? If I kill them, it's a competition between capitalists, and if I help them, it's capitalism's unanimity." Spicy Chicken Shreds opened his eyes, half-smiley: " If you want me to say it, they also know what I mean, and they are still hesitating whether to invite me to go, it's really a guy who is not as good as a generation..."

The previous generation of the Sansang chaebols was the era when they started, and the current generation was at its peak, and the next generation who gradually took power was identified by the spicy chicken silk as a generation that was deficient in defense and destined to be weak. Just a loser.

Naturally, it is impossible to defeat this big chaebol that controls the lifeline of Nanbang's economy by conventional means, but who would see the sinking big fish right in front of him and not jump up and take a bite?

Arya, the self-proclaimed successor of the Republic, has no interest in this dirty capitalist struggle: "Then you remember to cut them a few times more, then we will split the account by five or five, and call me if you need anything."

"Impossible, at most twenty-eight, you two, I'm eight."

"You're only two!" Alia glared: "Believe it or not, I won't go!"

"Even if you don't go, I can enter. The struggle between capitals is not all dependent on the dark world. The big deal is that I drink less soup and eat more meat."

The dark world is a barometer of the bright world, but it is definitely not the decisive factor in the bright world - the demise of the Holy Cross is not the reason for the overall economic and military weakness of the Europa region, but because the Europa region weakened first, and then reflected on the dark world. The struggle leads to all kinds of infighting.

The tyranny of the nine innings also benefited from the continuous prosperity of the Republic in recent years. Girl, just guarding one-third of his acre for fear of who will come to visit, how can he be so domineering now.

Spicy Chicken Silk's view on the Sansang chaebol is actually the traditional Millikin capitalist's eyes on the Nanbang market. There is competition, but in general, the father looks at the son. If the father-son bureau really wants to fight, it is not a big problem to block the door and abuse the spring - although The size of the Sansang chaebol is no worse than that of any of the top Milijan consortiums, but the two fists are no match for the four hands. After all, it has been 9102 years. Who will be singled out in a just fight...

So spicy chicken silk has no fear. After all, she is the professional in terms of capital.

Alia sneered, and called her dear old father from her mobile phone: "Wow, Dad, are you busy?"

The fearless Spicy Chicken Shreds instantly woke up, her half-squinted eyes suddenly widened, and she warned Alia with her eyes: "You dare!"

Arya glared back: "What am I afraid of?"

Play capital, right?Just bad money, right?Dirty financial competition, right?

Come on, let's see who's professional!

Blue Star is different from the world line of Earth. The Leah Foundation, which cannot be beaten by Wall Street, has just finished harvesting the book. It happens to be the time of a sage who draws his sword and looks around at a loss. I am already invincible in the world.

Spicy Chicken Shreds can outshine others in the financial sector, but it cannot outshine Ai Rulong, an evil dragon from the Far East.

Even Khaki Wild, known as the magician of the Far East, is temporarily not regarded as a competitor by Spicy Chicken Shreds because of his lack of size, but what size is the Leah Fund?If Ai Rulong were to end, the 400-meter table knife would cut it down, and the spicy shredded chicken would only be able to drink soup.

Most of her energy is now betting on virtual reality technology and military entities, and the hot money is definitely not enough for the Leah Fund.

So the spicy chicken silk sat up in shock from the dying sickness, and held Alia's hand: "Good sister, sit down, why is this!"