"Is she asking for help?" Jiang Wan's eyebrows were full of confusion: "But why is she asking for help? She obviously..."
She has obviously been dead for so many years, what is she asking for help?
But looking at the words in front of him, Chen Qing had something else in mind.
"Are you asking for help? The way to ask for help is to command your little pet to attack me?"
His tone was calm, as if he was not the one who had just been attacked.
"NO"
"No? Nothing." He tilted his head, with a slight smile on his face.
But after he finished speaking, the words on the door stopped changing, and those flies began to truly become headless flies, losing their destination and restraint in an instant, and scattered towards the surroundings.
Chen and Qing took a step back and watched the flies passing by. They suppressed the nausea in their chests and moved out of the way.
"This matter seems to be getting complicated." He murmured softly and asked Jiang Wan, "What kind of case are you asking me to investigate now?"
She was stunned, pointed at Chen Qing's mobile phone, and motioned for him to take it out.
She took Chen Qing's mobile phone and opened the attachment of the first email.
On the screen, there are dozens of photos stored in the ppt.
He took a closer look, and his features instantly changed to what they were before.
It's not that I have an idea about the case, but I have an idea about those aunts on the bus in the morning - the dirty words in their mouths.
No wonder they are. Chen Qingru thought.
Even I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't think so when I saw it for the first time.
The victims were all male. Their bodies were covered with scars, and there were numerous scars. The scars on their upper bodies looked like fingernail marks, and each scar sunk about two to three centimeters.
His lower body, from their waist down, was full of scars from whippings. A large number of bruises, rolled belts, and scars from whipping were clearly visible.
And the most important thing is that these photos were taken at the crime scene.
At the scene of the crime, they were like this, and people could see the scars all over their bodies.
They are naked.
Their breasts swelled—their lower bodies stood erect.
Each of these photos was taken less than three hours after the death of the deceased, so the worst image of each of them was recorded.
They were so naked and lost the last bit of dignity in this world.
"They..." He pointed to the victim's mouth: "Their faces..."
At the place where he pointed, the mouths of the victims were cut open, and there were scars about five fingers long, all the way to the ears. They seemed to be smiling, but their faces were full of fear.
"Huh? Slit girl?"
Chen Qing thought of an extremely famous urban legend.
"Slit girl?"
But when Jiang Wan heard this, she tilted her head.
"Could this kind of thing be true?" She was a little confused: "This kind of urban legend that has been passed down from mouth to mouth, if it is true...how can it be recorded today?"
But listening to his words, when Chen Qingzheng was silent, Bu Zhaozhao grabbed his hand and took out the pendant.
She looked at Jiang Wan and smiled: "Sister Jiang, I have to correct you.
They are not widely known urban legends, on the contrary - they are widely spread because they have some parts of truth. "
But Jiang Wan frowned as she listened: "But incidents like this...are extremely rare in the police station."
“Isn’t the extremely rare the best proof of existence?”
She shook her head: "The amount is too low, too low to be used as a factor of proof."
As she was speaking, her words suddenly stopped. She looked at Chen Qing, then turned to look at Bu Zhaozhao and fell silent.
Seeing the questioning look, Chen Qing turned his head and asked her: "So.
Was it your foundation that contained these urban legends in the past? "
"Before they have time to expand their influence, yes." She smiled, looking a little proud.
"But if your foundation has contained these extraordinary creatures from urban legends, where did they come from?" Jiang Wan was a little curious.
"There are three possibilities. One is that he escaped in the back room, just like..." She was silent for a moment: "Just like you did before.
If Chen Qing hadn't saved you, you would have been the next urban secret spread by word of mouth.
Two things..."
She was silent for a moment and shook her head: "Forget it, it's a bit early to say this now. I'll give you some science information when you can see this thing."
"So, is the murderer of this case really the cracked girl?" She frowned and looked at Bu Zhaozhao: "A young girl holding a pair of scissors and wearing a mask?
But I haven't heard of the legend about the slit woman, that she only attacks men. "
Beside Jiang Wan, Chen Qing's frown eased. He turned around, looked at the wooden door beside him, and said, "The back room.
Different back chambers will cause the same entity to have different manifest characteristics.
Just like Bu Zhaozhao said, in the back room where she was born, there were rules that allowed her to only attack men. "
