16 corpses, 17 hearts.
This isn't a human kidney or anything else. People can't live without a heart.
So since there is an extra living heart, it also means that there must be a 17th corpse.
However, there is now one missing body.
Where did the body go?
Was it stolen or ran away?
The Sheriff's fingers twitched slightly at the thought of the heartless corpse coming to life and escaping.
There are some things that he doesn't want to believe, but he has to believe them.
Twelve years ago, lessons were learned.
A "person" who has done many evil things and should have died long ago has survived to this day through a corpse without a heart.
Now... this person needs a new "pot" to hold his rotten heart.
They didn't tell the public about it because they couldn't.
How to tell the people...
Tell them that what we captured was actually a heart that started to rot twelve years ago?
As the smoke filled the air with melancholy, the police sergeant gathered up his police uniform and lit a second cigarette.
"How can I catch it?"
He asked Fang Shan.
Fang Shan, who was lost in thought, seemed to be thinking about something. After being asked, he came back to his senses and was stunned for a moment:
"Catch who?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it's the one who sewed up the corpse..."
Fang Shan shook his head.
"That guy is very cunning and not easy to catch. Twelve years ago, my master tried his best and even risked his own life, but he still couldn't make him subdue..."
"Then let's just watch?"
The Sheriff's tone became serious and a little angry.
"Seventeen townspeople died!"
"They are all natives here. If we don't speak for them, no one will speak for them!"
Fang Shan exhaled a mouthful of smoke, but he did not have the same sense of mission as the police chief:
"Yes, Sheriff... they are dead and cannot speak. You have to speak for them. You have to give the truth to all the townspeople."
"So you found me, just like you found my master twelve years ago... But my master is also dead. You didn't even bring back his body, you only took away one of his parts. He handed me the phone and told me very hastily - my master died in the line of duty and became a hero of the town."
"Sergeant, who is going to speak to my master again?"
The sergeant sitting opposite him was silent for a long time.
"With great power comes great responsibility. I'm sorry for your master's death, but it's impossible to be in our line of work without risks."
"And if you don't catch this person, your master's death will be in vain, right?"
"You and I are old, but there are still many young people in this town. If we die and that guy is still alive, what kind of terrible shadow will the young people in this town live in?"
When Fang Shan heard this, he laughed and his body twitched slightly.
"Are my words funny?"
The sergeant looked at him with no anger in his eyes.
When Fang Shan stopped laughing, he put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and extinguished it.
"It's funny to me."
"if you know……"
He wanted to say something, but when his eyes met the chief's, he stopped talking.
That's something you can't say to him.
That was something only he and the Sheriff knew.
Of course... the Sheriff didn't know that he knew about it.
"Okay, I agree."
"We cooperate one last time to catch the 'rotten crabs'."
"After that, I will delete your contact information."
His tone was meaningful, as if he had an ulterior motive.
Seeing his agreement, the Sheriff also smiled.
"good."
…
In a small town at dusk, in a B&B, a fat man in an apron took out the freshly baked pizza from the oven. With a kind smile on his face, he greeted the five people in the living room:
"Come on, come on, try it, I bake it freshly!"
"On the left is the fruit buffet, and on the right is the Orleans Barbeque."
"Don't frown. Even though you are in the Blood Gate, you still have to enjoy life..."
The five people sitting at the table looked at the delicious pizza on the table, and no one touched the knife and fork first.
Their faces were all more or less ugly.
As the fat man sat down, the second woman on the right spoke tentatively:
"Master Xi, Biao Fei is dead."
The fat man held the knife and fork, forked a piece of steaming pizza, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"I'm not telling you, this is the first time someone died in the Blood Gate?"
"Why is it so heavy?"
"Maybe I will be the next one. If I die, you will all wait to die?"
The fat man held the fork, like an elder, and spoke earnestly to the people present.
"It's time to eat and drink. I've already told you that this bloody door... ghosts can only kill up to three people every day."
"Two are dead now, and there is only one left, a 14% chance. Why are you panicking?"
"Afraid of death? If you're afraid of death, why don't you die?"
As he spoke, he seemed to be choking, and the big man wearing a black vest hurriedly handed him a cup of tea.
"Eat, eat, eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Chang Shan, Biao Fei was the last person to contact you before his death, right?"
Chang Shan, who was about to use the knife and fork, nodded.
"Um."
He recalled.
"At that time, he was stationed at the police station. We thought that after the 'pot' discovered that the heart was missing, he would either go to the only hospital in the town to find a heart, or go to the police station to inquire. However, Chu Zhu and the others were in charge of the hospital. Regarding the surveillance position, we crossed the line in the past, so I discussed it with Biao Fei. He would be watching at the police station from morning to three in the afternoon, and I would switch shifts with him from three to nine in the evening."
"The result was unexpected..."
The fat man known as Master Xi cut the pizza in the bowl slowly and slowly, then slowly put it into his mouth to chew.
He enjoys good food.
Especially the delicacies made by oneself.
"When was the last time Biao Fei contacted you?"
"At one o'clock in the afternoon, Biao Fei sent a message saying that he had found the 'pot'."
"So, do you think he's been found?"
Chang Shan was stunned by Master Xi's sudden and unintentional question. After a moment, he hesitated and said with some uncertainty:
"Maybe... found it?"
Mr. Xi shook his fork.
"No, he didn't find it."
"If you find it, you won't die."
As he spoke, Mr. Xi raised his head.
"Did I tell you, try not to do anything these days and survive until the third day?"
A deep fear appeared in Chang Shan's eyes:
"Master Xi, I just..."
The fat man smiled.
"I have three 'letters', and I have asked Wu Wen to give the content of one of them to Hong You."
"But I didn't show it to you...do you know why?"
The people eating all raised their heads and looked at the fat man.
The fat man continued to eat the pizza without satisfying their curiosity.
"If you want to know, just try to live until the third day. Then I will make all the contents of the three 'letters' public."
"I've already helped you, don't fail to live up to your expectations."
"Let Chu Zhu and the others see the joke then."
The fat man finished the last slice of pizza without adding any more, got up and walked towards a room.
"Wu Wen, come here."
The enchanting woman named Wu Wen gracefully put down her knife and fork, stood up and followed the fat man into the room.
With a slight flick of his toes, the door closed.
"Master Xi, do you have a new order?"
When she came to the fat man, she put away the wild look on her face and turned into a very serious one.
The fat man said:
"The content of the second 'letter' will be given to Hong You tonight."
Wu Wen looked slightly startled.
"Master Xi, let me say something more... Aren't Chu Zhu and the others our mortal enemies? Hong You doesn't seem reliable. What if she reveals the news..."
The fat man said:
"What matters is her unreliability."
"Most of the people over there at Chuzhu... are like mud that has been poured with urine. It's stuck too tightly and needs to be loosened."
"Hong You has killed his best friend before in order to survive. This person is ruthless and selfish enough, and he is very suitable for doing dirty work."
"There is a 'letter' from Chu Zhu, and I have the last one here. In order to get these last two 'letters,' Hong You will definitely act as a double agent and sell information to each other."
Wu Wen thought for a moment, his beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked at the fat man in front of him with admiration.
"Master Xi wants them to... kill each other?"
Fat man:
"A pot is only so big and can't hold much meat."
"Fourteen people...don't you think it's too many?"
PS: There will be a chapter later.
