Biao Fei is dead.
Died in a dead end that no one cares about.
Ning Qiushui watched with his own eyes as the knife fell from the sky and plunged directly into Biao Fei's eye. Then he calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
In the outside world, Ning Qiushui did not have the habit of smoking. The reason why he smoked now was to cover up the faint smell of blood on his body.
The smell came from his chest.
However, the death of the person in front of him really had nothing to do with him. It was not that he planned to join forces with Li Gui to kill this guy. It was just a coincidence.
Approaching this guy, Ning Qiushui smiled slightly, took out a knife from his pocket, and then quickly dug out Biao Fei's heart!
"I don't know if you are unlucky, or if I am lucky?"
"I will keep your heart safe until I get hungry... no, before it gets hungry."
After saying the last words to the corpse on the ground, Ning Qiushui stood up and left, disappearing into the crowd a moment later.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a passerby finally noticed Biao Fei lying on the ground in the dead end. His curiosity drove him to walk into the dead end. However, after seeing Biao Fei’s body, he immediately let out a sharp scream. Scream:
"A life was lost!!!"
…
evening.
A huge cloud appeared above the town. As drizzle fell, the entire town was shrouded in rain and fog at dusk. The lights became blurred, and the cars, people, and trees became hazy.
The third floor of the police station.
Two older middle-aged men sat on the balcony, quietly watching the vehicles passing by on the street in the distance.
A man was older, wearing ordinary casual clothes, and his face was covered by wind and frost.
The other one was wearing a police uniform, which marked him as the sergeant of this police station.
There were two cups of cold tea placed on the glass coffee table. Neither of them drank while sitting across from each other, just smoking cigarettes with sad faces.
"What happened twelve years ago has not yet come to an end... Master paid such a high price back then, but I didn't expect that he would lose in the end."
The man in civilian clothes let out a long breath, his face full of sorrow and anger.
"He's not dead... you know what, he's not dead."
"We all thought he was dead, but he is still alive and well!"
The police sergeant looked at the man in civilian clothes and kept thinking about it. He was a little nervous and asked:
"Fang Shan, are you sure it's him?"
Fang Shan turned his head slightly and stared at the hazy rain curtain, his eyes a little straight.
"It can't be wrong...it's him, only him!"
"He needs those hearts..."
The Sheriff frowned slightly.
"But there were so many hearts being dug out in the hospital at that time, why didn't he take them away?"
Fang Shan's breathing became slightly rapid, and he asked something that made the police chief stunned:
"Chief, do you think that if a person begins to rot, will his heart rot first or his flesh and blood?"
The police chief was stunned by Fang Shan's sudden question.
This question seems to be related to the case that happened last night and the tragedy 12 years ago, but it seems to have nothing to do with it.
The two were silent for a long time.
"Chief, have you ever eaten crab?"
"ah?"
"I said, have you ever eaten crabs?"
"I have eaten it. When I was young, I used to move stones in the ditch, and there would be crabs underneath. Our favorite thing was to kill the crabs and then put them in the hot sun to dry for two or three days before eating them directly."
At this point, the Sheriff pursed his lips, as if he missed the taste of crabs.
"The meat is delicious."
Fang Shan suddenly laughed:
"Yes, although the crabs were killed, the meat is good."
"But Sheriff, do you know... Under normal circumstances, crabs rot first and then die. Some crabs are already rotten inside, but they are not dead yet. They can still run around and look for food..."
Listening to what he said, the Sheriff felt some hairs on his body for no reason, especially on his back, as if a pair of invisible cold hands had been stroking...
He shivered.
"Fang Shan, we are talking about a case. If you have anything to say, just say it directly...don't beat around the bush, my head hurts."
Fang Shan took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a large amount of white smoke.
"Sheriff, that seamer is that 'rotten crab'."
"He dug out the hearts of those people, not because he needed those hearts, but because he desperately wanted to find a...'shell' that would prevent him from continuing to rot."
"Of course, you can also call it a 'pot'."
The sergeant lowered his head and remained silent, his brows furrowed.
Refrigerators are not common in Dusk Town, and residents mostly use sealed "pots" to store meat. They bake the pots dry, put the meat into the pots to seal them, and then put the pots into cold water at the bottom of the well. The meat can be guaranteed not to spoil for three to five days.
At least it won't be so rotten that humans can't eat it.
"Like 12 years ago?"
After a long time, the police chief spoke slowly.
Fang Shan nodded.
"Yes, just like 12 years ago!"
"This 'kettle' is no longer useful. He needs a new 'kettle'!"
The police sergeant squinted his eyes, and so many images passed through his mind that he didn't even notice that the cigarette was about to burn to the holder. When he came to his senses, he took a puff of the cigarette, burned his mouth, and then threw it away.
"Could it be related to the missing body?"
"According to the criminal police report that was investigated at the time, there were indeed only 16 corpses at the scene, but there were 17 hearts..."
pS: Second update, good night! !
