Human ladder

The sunlight was half blocked by the curtains, and a figure moved at the window in the semi-dark room.

At the moment the office is empty and everyone has been sent out by Lu Qicong.

He held up his mobile phone, glanced downstairs, and remained silent.

"The subordinates are itching to take over a private job. Although this matter is strange, but you can handle it?"

What Ming Xun said was that someone bought a murderer to pick up such a custom-made single-killer, but many details of the case were not disclosed to the outside world.

So Mingxun didn't know the arrangement of the cameras and the scene yet.

Lu Qicong's eyes sank, he hesitated and said, "Lu..."

"Don't worry, he just made a contribution this time. His starting point is higher than others, and he is not afraid that he will not climb high."

Lu Qicong pursed his lips in displeasure, watching Lu Congqi change into his private clothes, and ran to Zhao Feng.

He looked at his son, almost seeing himself.

How did he climb step by step relying on these meritorious deeds sent by Ming Xun?To put it bluntly, he walked on this road, almost stepping on people's heads to climb up.

Lu Qicong watched Lu Congqi and Zhao Feng get into the car, his gaze became even more dangerous: "Two years at most." He gritted his teeth, as if he couldn't bear it anymore: "I have to retire, you have to give me a few years to live at leisure, right?"

"Well, wait until your son stands firm. Shouldn't you consider letting that Zhao Feng go down? It's too much of an eyesore."

Lu Qicong almost crushed the phone, and asked him when he had enough patience, "How do you want him to get down?"

The other side of the phone said casually: "Corruption and bribery, illness and death, what do you think?"

"I see."

Lu Qicong hung up the phone, opened the window and poured cold wind into his face, and the gloom on his face eased a little.

"It's said that the anti-drug major is a dog's nose. Are you doing well?"

Seeing that Zhao Feng was driving his own private car, Lu Congqi didn't say anything, and when he heard this, he smiled teasingly: "We don't learn about drugs."

Zhao Feng laughed, the intercom channel was connected in the car, and there was a dead silence at the moment, and there was no news from any party.

At the intersection ahead, Zhao Feng turned around, noticed Lu Congqi's puzzled eyes, and said, "We're not going to the scene, let's check the dumb informant of the Lu team, named Yan's (aidi)."

Lu Congqi touched these two characters and asked, "Minority?"

Zhao Feng nodded: "Blang people."

Lu Congqi was sitting in the co-pilot, and at this moment he suddenly felt that he might be on a pirate ship.

He had always been wary of Zhao Feng, and felt that Zhao Feng looked slippery in all aspects and looked out of place, but in fact he was just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, waiting to come up and bite someone at any time.

It's really hard to deal with.

She intentionally separated herself from Lu Qicong, but she didn't know what kind of heart she was resting on.

Lu Congqi had been thinking about these twists and turns, and before he knew it, he had been brought to the gate of a tube building.

He raised his eyebrows and asked uncertainly, "He lives here?"

It's no wonder that Lu Congqi was suspicious. After all, the old building in front of him was peeling off the wall, and the weeds in the flower beds were almost as tall as people.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie barked: "Captain, we checked the surveillance records of this clubhouse for a week, but we couldn't find any trace of the deceased coming in and out, and the staff also said that they had never seen him... As for your doubts, there are indeed a few of them." The one with the suitcase, we are investigating."

Zhao Feng frowned when he found it difficult, and said: "Got it, the surveillance is brought back to the team, and you focus on the clubhouse, take the photos to see if there are any witnesses."

After finishing speaking, he switched the channel, pulled out the car key and signaled Lu Congqi to get off the car.

"It's not the first scene at all. It's understandable to be secretly transported there, but the deceased died [-] hours after we found it... Are you planning to find the informant to check the time?"

Zhao Feng snapped his fingers, and he just smiled knowingly.

Lu Congqi took two steps and followed Zhao Feng closely.

Zhao Feng: "What happened in that private room that night, how could the whole room leave the building empty and leave behind the murder scene, I'm afraid only the people in the private room know."

He stepped into the unit building, melted into the darkness, and said in a low voice: "And according to what your road team said, the informant has lost contact."

Lu Congqi met Zhao Feng's gaze, nodded at him, and became more vigilant.

Zhao Feng pointed to the upstairs and compared the number two.

——Second floor, single building.

Lu Congqi nodded, and followed Zhao Feng up the stairs step by step against the wall.

The walls are old and small advertisements are pasted everywhere, and even the stair railings are rusty, and there is an abandoned and unoccupied smell everywhere.

Lu Congqi rubbed the wall against the wall, and there was still a lot of wall dust falling down from the upper floor. The wall dust was blinding his eyes. Lu Congqi almost subconsciously hid at the handrail of the stairs, raised his head and rowed in wonder. Removes dust from hair.

He was close to the stairs, and as soon as he raised his head, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Logically, there shouldn't be so much dust falling...

Lu Congqi looked up through the handrail of the stairs - between floors, there was a spiral turning.However, when he raised his head first, he met a pair of red eyes!

Lu Congqi stared at those eyes, his mind went blank for a moment, and then quickly stepped up the stairs, chasing the man, and said, "Captain Zhao, the fifth floor!"

Who is he?

And why did it appear here?

Lu Congqi recalled that from the time they entered the gate, there had been wall dust falling...that is to say, that person was about to go downstairs or was rocking the floor at that time. In order to avoid meeting them, he only Can move to the upper floor step by step.

Zhao Feng reacted very quickly, and immediately shouted: "Yan's (aidi) we are the police!!"

The footsteps did not stop upstairs, and even reached the top floor.

Lu Congqi followed closely behind, seeing that the man was about to climb up the ladder to the patio to the top of the building.

Lu Congqi had a bad intuition in his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he also climbed up the ladder and grabbed the man's ankle, immobilizing him.

However, the man didn't even look back, he kept trying to kick Lu Congqi down.

Lu Congqi could only use his wrist so hard that his fingers were almost embedded in the opponent's flesh!At this moment, a cold light flashed suddenly, and the man drew out a saber and stabbed Lu Congqi vertically!

Lu Congqi couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed in the wrist, so he had to let go of the man.

Zhao Feng probably ran to the informant's house on the second floor, and shouted directly to Lu Congqi from the air: "Lu Congqi! He is the murderer! He is not from Yan!"

Hold.

Lu Congqi cursed secretly, held down his bleeding wrist and climbed up.

What he can't get out of his mind is the red eyes of the other party, staring at him firmly above his head.

Even if there were no such words, Lu Congqi would not let that person run away easily!

His eyes widened, and he stood on the roof, panting slightly.

The blood on his wrist could no longer be covered, so Lu Congqi simply retracted his hand into his arm sleeve, wrapped his wrist, and slowly clenched his fist in an offensive posture, blocking the only way for the opponent to go down.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face turned pale, but his eyes gleamed fiercely: "Rescue will arrive in a while, let's catch him without a fight!"

The man ignored Lu Congqi and wore a mask, leaving only a pair of eyes for Lu Congqi.

As if he had never seen Lu Congqi before, he looked him up and down, and then said hoarsely, "I'm here to be a stepping stone for you?"

Before Lu Congqi realized what he meant, he saw the man throw the dagger directly at Lu Congqi's feet, then turned around and ran to the edge of the room, and jumped down without hesitation!

Lu Congqi was already far away from him, and by the time he realized what the murderer was going to do, it was too late.

At the height of the seventh floor, there was only a muffled sound in time.

Lu Congqi lay on the edge, stretched out his empty hands, watching the blood splash from the man who was thrown.

He has excellent eyesight, and from such a long distance, he can still see the man staring at him with regret.

As if still asking.

—I’m here to be a stepping stone for people like you?

——I'm here to help you get up.

……

The wound on Lu Congqi's wrist had gradually become numb. When he came to the second floor, he saw that Zhao Feng had broken open the door of Yan's house.

It's an ordinary one-bedroom apartment, with only a pair of sneakers at the entrance... There are no traces of other people's lives.

His complexion was not good, and his eyes were almost dull.

Lu Congqi didn't see Zhao Feng in the living room, so he went straight to the bedroom.

He saw Zhao Feng looking at a notebook, he didn't seem to notice Lu Congqi.

The room was dimly lit, mixed with instant noodles and other smells, and the air was not circulating... Lu Congqi's heartbeat kept accelerating.

He suppressed the discomfort all over his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dead, jumped off the building, I didn't hold him."

Zhao Feng just turned around, but he didn't know what he saw on Yan's computer, and looked at Lu Congqi with horror.

He turned the notebook to Lu Congqi, and said, "Yan is dead too."

Lu Congqi frowned, thinking that he hadn't seen the corpse.

When he took a look, he found that it was himself displayed on the computer screen, like a real-time monitoring.

Then, Lu Congqi looked at the computer screen and realized something was wrong, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his head abruptly.

Opposite the bedroom is the kitchen.

There was blood all over the kitchen, and one hand was exposed in the camera... Lu Congqi turned around when he noticed this.

He went closer to the kitchen to have a look.

Dismembered corpses all over the place - the large pieces of limbs have not had time to be disassembled, as if they were divided by five horses.

Lu Congqi's stomach churned.

Confined environment.

No air at all.

The room was full of blood and dizziness from excessive blood loss.

Lu Congqi took a few steps back as if unable to support himself, gasping for breath as if he had difficulty breathing.

However, Zhao Feng didn't care about these at all. He walked out of the bedroom with his notebook in his arms, and said to Lu Congqi: "This is a live broadcast...the murderer killed Yan before we came and then made it live online for millions of people!"

Lu Congqi's eyes were only black, and he felt incredible when he heard this.

He frowned, and asked uncertainly, "How is it possible? Where is he live broadcasting?"

With such strict domestic control, such a large-scale live broadcast network supervision department will definitely be aware of it.

"A website called 'Mirage'."

Zhao Feng operated a few times and pulled out the page of the website.

From the moment Lu Congqi heard the name, he felt more and more bad. He took a closer look: the interface in front of him was transparent, with only a red × in the upper right corner, but every time the mouse slid over a place, an entrance would be displayed. interface.

Zhao Feng stopped the mouse in the middle.

A line of text appeared: "The only advantage of the dead is that they can bring a moment of joy to the living."

This time without Zhao Feng's operation, Lu Congqi reached out and clicked in.

The interface turned black, and footsteps came from the external speaker, and then a bunch of flames suddenly shot up, followed by the audio of countless people's painful screams.

Listening to it makes one's scalp tingle, and even with eyes closed, one can imagine the scenes of those living people being abused.

Lu Congqi felt even more nauseated, so he could only press his stomach in pain, signaling Zhao Feng to continue.

"When I came in, this notebook was broadcasting live, and it was aimed at Yan, who had died." Zhao Feng was not in a good mood, realizing that this was the last thing they expected to happen.

Under the dim lighting of the computer, his facial features are particularly abrupt, but Zhao Feng also likes to tell horror stories: "Guess what they are doing?"

Lu Congqi tried his best to cooperate and shook his head.

"Auctioning corpses, chopping hands for [-] bitcoins, digging hearts for [-]...it's still going on."

Lu Congqi's face immediately sank, he suddenly thought of No.1 deceased, and asked, "What happened before that?"

Zhao Feng and Lu Congqi had a tacit understanding, and now they obviously want to go together.

Zhao Feng said: "This is a custom-made murder, trepanation, cameras, and a room full of blood." He turned his eyes to the room, and took a look: "Including this time, dismembering the body and digging out the heart."

"Thousands of people hid in that darkness and watched the whole process."

Zhao Feng stared at Lu Congqi quietly, and said in a deep voice: "I checked his interview records. Before the murderer came, Yan was watching the entire process of the murder of the last deceased through this website."

Lu Congqi figured it out, leaned against the door and squatted down, and asked, "Then whose camera are we under this time?"

He looked at the whole room subconsciously, never guessing who they were being exposed to at this moment.

How many covetous eyes are staring at them in the darkness.