Death has no scythe

Finding Yi Dian has become the top priority now, but before he acted, he received a message from the police station.

"There was a new discovery in the case of falling from a building four years ago, come quickly." This matter was not within the jurisdiction of Zero July, but he told the police station's [-] in advance whether it was the fall four years ago or six If there is news about the car accident years ago, he must be notified as soon as possible.

When they arrived at the police station in July, everyone gathered together and swiped their phones, making obscene jokes from time to time.When Sibaiqi saw him coming, his body was already drenched in the rain. It took only 3 minutes from the underground garage to the police station to completely soak a person. The rain was too heavy.

After Sibaiqi handed him a dry towel, he handed him the yuan xiong that made everyone so happy.

It's a video page, you don't need to click on it, the picture on the cover is enough to attract people's imagination, and that face... He is very familiar with it.He didn't dare to press the pause button, Yi Dian looked at the camera and was facing him in front of the screen, his face was full of seduction. Chiluo's body was covered with bruises, and there were marks on his arm from a beating just now. There was a red swell, and the blood seemed to be gushing out in the next second.He glanced at the video, which was posted on November 2012, 11, a week after he was taken by his divorced mother.

The deputy director knocked on the table in the conference room, and the crowd slowly fell silent.

"Four years ago, everyone must have known which case I was talking about."

"Falling from a building?" Sibai Qi asked, and the others exploded

"The little girl is in spring? Why is my mind full of those things?"

"Ahem! Alright!" The deputy director knocked on the table again. "She's right, but not quite right."

"what?"

"The father who was investigating the falling case four years ago committed suicide."

"But it's related to the case of falling from a building..." Sibaiqi was a little confused, Ling Qiyue heard some clues, and pressed Sibaiqi's arm to signal him not to interrupt.

"We found this website on the mobile phone of the deceased." Holding up the mobile phone, it was the video website that everyone was talking about just now.

"Ah? Father looks at his son..."

"Wait, director, is there any possibility that the vegetative person is not Ling Huanian!"

"He's really not," Ling Qiyue opened his mouth, glanced at the gazes of the others, and continued, "I'm Ling Huanian."

Not surprisingly, everyone soon exploded again.

"Then the person who fell from the building is!"

"It was the murderer of the serial murders at that time." The deputy director stared closely at Zero July, and when Zero July heard this, he raised his head to meet the man's eyes, and the man's eyes seemed to be turning into him.

"Immediately apprehend the suspect."

"But, the name of the suspect?"

"If my deduction is correct, it should be called Yi Dian." The man deliberately prolonged the pronunciation, and Ling Qiyue's eyes seemed to be on fire. As soon as he got up, two people held his shoulders.

"He ran away." Ling Qiyue didn't struggle, whether it was six years ago or four years ago, all the mysteries are now on Yi Dian, he doesn't know whether these people are enemies or friends, but if he can see Yi Dian, He can at least keep him safe.

"I specialize in psychology, so I will find him sooner."

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and it hasn't stopped for a long time.They turned over almost the entire half of City K and couldn't find it, and neither did the other half the next day.

Time waits for no one, they are almost digging three feet into the ground but they still haven't fallen.When it rains, people are more likely to be irritated. This is the eighth time the group has come to Ling's house.

The living room was so messy that people's feet couldn't get in, and the whole room gave off an unpleasant rotten smell.Someone pushed open the door of a side sleeper that had never been noticed before, and the unpleasant smell rushed out from inside, and even several female policemen vomited wildly on the spot.

"How long has no one lived here?" The leading policeman, wearing a gas mask, slowly pushed the entire door open. The situation inside made him retch even though he had seen hundreds of rotting corpses.

There are no corpses, but the ground is full of dried blood marks.Sticks, condoms scattered all over the floor, fragments of beer bottles, ambs, all kinds of toys, dirty beds and rusty chains are all brown from layer upon layer of blood.

Ling Qiyue couldn't believe his eyes. He stepped forward and lifted the bed. There was a piece of paper in the corner of the bed. It could be seen that someone had carefully hidden it. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find it.

He unfolded it, and blood dripped with fingerprints.It looked like someone had touched it over and over again with a bloody hand, and was afraid that it would be too hard to touch. The blood was very light and the words could be seen.

The words Yi Dian filled a whole page, and the writing was very neat, as if a great determination was made to engrave this name.

"Take it back and do a handwriting identification."

"I wrote this." Zero July looked at the piece of paper being put into a fresh-keeping bag, and the smell that filled the room was the smell of blood and rice green liquid that couldn't be washed away after a long time.His eyes were sore, he wanted to rub them, but when he looked up, he saw a black shelf facing the bed.

"What is this shelf for?" He just asked when he suddenly remembered something, opened the video he had never opened, and immediately the small room was filled with yinmi sounds, and the others were about to complain.Zero July turned off the video, turned the phone into camera mode and placed it on the shelf facing the bed.

Click!Zero July looked at the photo and repeatedly clicked on the page comparison of the video.His two pages are switching faster and faster, and people will be at a loss when they see things beyond their own acceptable range, and they have to confirm whether their judgment is correct again and again.

His voice was a little choked up, Yan Ren's shoulders were shaking non-stop, and his hands were shaking violently.

He looked at the small room, where the dim yellow light made a hissing sound due to the aging circuit.

He raised his eyes again, and vaguely saw a figure with his back facing him. The chains on his hands made a little rattling sound as he fumbled for the paper in his hands. He seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he was dragged out, and all the dozen or so people were silent at this moment.

They went to the backyard, the smell of the pigsty was even better than that of the room, and looking at the white walls around them finally made people feel less nauseated and depressed.

The chopping board was also white. Judging by the knife-edge groove on the top, it had been used for some time, but the blood only seeped a little. The technician came over and checked with technical means to confirm that it was pig blood.

It seems that it is really a clean pigsty for a small steamed stuffed bun shop, raising pigs and slaughtering pigs, and stuffing noodles.

In July [-], she turned on her mobile phone, searched for nearby businesses, and found that the steamed stuffed bun shop was closed for business, and the time was a week ago.

He searched all over the pigsty, and there was only a bag of freshly opened pig feed. He checked the date, and it was exactly a week ago.

No, how could a steamed stuffed bun shop get the feed stuck so dead.The pig is dead, and there are still some signs of turning in the pig food bowl, but the pig should feed forward. Why is there so much more feed sprinkled behind the stone trough than in front of the stone trough.