Life Winner Cultivation System [Quick Transmigration]

Endless darkness, empty alleys, hurried footsteps.

A pretty woman in a bright red dress turned in from the street corner, panting heavily, and staggered as she ran.Her horrified eyes looked back from time to time. The dinner party hair that should have been neat was already messed up, strands of hair slipped down, stained by tears on her face, and stuck to her face without aesthetic feeling, making her look even more embarrassed.

The high-heeled shoes under her feet had been lost for a long time, and her bare feet were covered with scars. When she accidentally stepped on a broken glass bottle, she fell hard to the ground and made a toothache "boom" There was a sound, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He immediately got up from the cold ground and continued to run forward with a limp.

However, when she was about to run out of the alley with great difficulty, a black figure flashed out from nowhere, holding a thick and long iron rod, and dragging it on the ground, the sound of "呵呵" continued, and the woman's heart ached. It also fell to the bottom of the valley a little bit.

The black shadow approached little by little, and the woman wept and shook her head, and she backed away slowly until her back touched the wall. She was trembling all over, and the delicate makeup on her face had been washed away by tears, and she looked a little bit smudged under the faint light. terrible.

But for women, there is nothing more terrifying than the black shadow in front of them.

"Please, let me go... I don't know what I did wrong... If I did something wrong to you, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

The black shadow hiding in the darkness remained unmoved, and slowly raised the iron rod in his hand.

The woman instinctively wanted to run away, but found that her legs were so weak that she could no longer run. She could only watch helplessly as the iron rod was lifted high and then smashed down heavily!

"what--!"

The alleys are still full of lights and feasting, laughter and laughter, as if it is another world, occasionally someone faintly hears screams in the gap between the stereo and the song, and then listens carefully but finds that there is no more, thinking that he heard it wrong, smiles, and then Re-invested in the excitement.

Under the dim light, the woman's body was limp and she fell down in the alley. Viscous blood flowed from her forehead, across her face, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

Standing in the darkness, the black shadow let out a vague sigh after a long time.

-

Fu Zhiyuan put down the document in his hand, leaned on the chair wearily, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes to answer the call from his friend just now.

"Zhiyuan, are you still busy with work?"

"En." He took the opportunity to close his eyes and meditate, and snorted from the tip of his nose.

"Where are you now?"

"At home, what's the matter?"

The sirens on the other side of the phone kept ringing, making the man's voice a bit inaudible, but soon the siren sound became quieter, obviously he deliberately walked a little further away.

"Don't go out at night recently. Another body was found today. It was a woman. The time of death was about three hours ago. It was discovered by an old alcoholic. Like the bodies found a few times before, there was a blunt blunt on the forehead of the deceased. The wound caused by the heavy blow of an object is fatal. It is guessed that it should be caused by something like a stick, and he also lost his heart. The murderer's method of digging out the heart is the same as that of the previous corpses. There is no doubt that the serial killer committed the crime... Damn it, better not let me catch him!"

Fu Zhiyuan picked up the water glass absently and took a sip of water, moistened his throat, "Then did you find any clues?"

"No! The murderer did everything neatly and never left any clues. We have been researching for a long time, and we haven't even found the connection between the dead. This time we really encountered a problem." The man's voice was very annoyed, "This is already the eighth corpse in the past three months. Such a high frequency of crimes has never been seen before. If the murderer is not caught, our criminal police brigade will be pressured by the city government, and public opinion will also be affected." at a huge disadvantage."

Fu Zhiyuan's hands stopped, "Eight corpses, the murderer has already killed eight people, and it's time to stop."

"Maybe, he will kill eight, he will kill eighteen, 28, you should be careful yourself, try not to go out at night these days, if you have work, just finish it at home."

"I see, Yan Zheng."

Yan Zheng was his high school classmate. He shared a dormitory with him and slept on his upper bunk. The relationship between the two of them was very good. Yan Zheng even gave him hot water for three years without complaint. The idle Yan Zheng also copied his homework for three years.

After graduating from high school, Fu Zhiyuan applied for a major in finance, while Yan Zheng was forced by his family to join the army. Joining the army seems to have really forcibly trained Yan Zheng's hooliganism. .

As soon as he graduated from university, Yan Zheng joined the Criminal Police Brigade. After so many years, he also climbed to the position of captain by his own ability.

Originally, he didn't need to be present in this matter, but the impact of the serial murder case was too sensational. Such frequent murder cases made Yan Zheng, the captain of the criminal police brigade, the most oppressed person, as the first responsible person. This time another case happened, and he really couldn't sit still.

As friends for many years, since the first corpse appeared, Yan Zheng told Fu Zhiyuan the whole story and the ins and outs of this "heart-extracting case", hoping to get some opinions. It's possible to discover something that he couldn't.

It's a pity that until the eighth murder case came out, Fu Zhiyuan, who had always been astute, had nothing to do.

Fu Zhiyuan hung up the phone, and thought for a while with his eyes blank. After a while, he put aside the documents he was reading, found a thick stack of documents from a small locked drawer, sat upright, and continued his daily work. Life.

Even Yan Zheng hadn't read this stack of documents.

Of course, as a businessman, Fu Zhiyuan always has some business secrets, and Yan Zheng has been wise enough not to care about business secrets.

-

"Ding dong."

When the doorbell rang, Fu Zhiyuan, who didn't like having a servant at home, put away the materials at hand, locked them again, and then got up to open the door.

In fact, he knew without opening the door. He hadn't gone out for a long time, and he had refused other people's visits. At this time, Yan Zheng was the only one who could take the initiative to find him.

What's more, he was the one who called Yan Zheng over on his own initiative.

As soon as Yan Zheng entered the room, he rushed straight to the living room, put the whiskey in his hand on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa with his limbs wide open, panting exaggeratedly.

"As the captain of the criminal police brigade, you sit in such a rough posture, don't you think you have no dignity?" Fu Zhiyuan joked.

"What's the relationship between us? We have a bunk-bunk relationship. I've copied your homework for three years. Are you afraid that you will see my indecent actions?" Yan Zheng asked back.

Fu Zhiyuan smiled helplessly, took out a few wine glasses from the window, opened the whiskey that Yan Zheng brought, poured a glass for each of them, then sat down and took a sip comfortably.

"How?" Yan Zheng asked expectantly.

"good."

Hearing this, Yan Zheng became complacent, "Of course, I blackmailed this from my father, and I have been reluctant to drink it all the time, so I brought it to you this time!" As he said, he drank it too. I took a big mouthful, and then I was so hot that I stuck my tongue out.

"Why are you so happy today, the heart-breaking case has been solved?" Fu Zhiyuan took another sip.

"No, hey, what can I do if I'm not happy? Crying all day long won't help solve the case. I can't help it. The murderer doesn't leave any traces of what he did. Let alone the murder weapon, I even took the broken hair from the scene. I went to check the dna one by one, but I couldn't find it, what can I do?" Yan Zheng took a sip, "Sometimes I really suspect that he is your brother, and the two have the same thoughts... Ah, I'm sorry .”

As soon as the words were spoken, Yan Zheng immediately felt that something was wrong, and even said sorry.

He also knew about Fu Zhixiu's murder while traveling, and he had seen Fu Zhiyuan's decadence almost collapsed.At the beginning, he accompanied Fu Zhiyuan almost every day, fearing that the person in front of him would kill him if he didn't know what to do, but fortunately he survived in the end.

Yan Zheng sometimes really thinks that the book has its own golden house. After Fu Zhiyuan soaked in the library for a few days, he miraculously cheered up, and then frantically went to the library every day for a month. museum run.

But these are trivial things, as long as Fu Zhiyuan survives, it's nothing to go to the library, anyway, it's not considered a vice.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhiyuan, who used to change his face whenever Fu Zhixiu was mentioned, just smiled this time, as if he had let go of the past, "It's okay."

Yan Zheng saw that there was no change in his face, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good. Let's talk about the heart-wrenching case. This time it really stumped me."

Holding the wine glass, Fu Zhiyuan listened to Yan Zheng talking about the case as usual, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two to show that he was listening carefully.

Yan Zheng was talking while drinking, and gradually felt his head was groggy, and he couldn't even see the expression on the face of Fu Zhiyuan in front of him, "I... I seem to be drunk..."

"Then take a rest." Fu Zhiyuan said.

In fact, Yan Zheng felt something was wrong. He was mainly talking just now, and he drank at most three glasses of wine. Given his drinking capacity, no matter how high this kind of whiskey was, it shouldn't be able to overwhelm him. Trust made him quickly shake off this doubt, and finally fell asleep.

Fu Zhiyuan pushed him, saw that he was dead asleep, got up and grabbed his hand, dragged him all the way to the study room, groped for the cabinet, did not know where to do it, the big cabinet slowly turned, revealing another one room.

And in this room, it was dark and cold, and there were some strange things scattered on one side of the table, among which there were jars of hearts soaked in formalin, which were particularly obvious. At a glance, there were exactly eight of them.