As Sun Falcon kept mumbling to himself while lying on the bed, Ning Qiushui's heart became heavier and heavier.
"So twelve years ago, the third person who returned to his soul... was the sergeant of the police station?"
Ning Qiushui expressed his inner conjecture.
Many affairs in the dusk town are handled by the police station. No one knows the townspeople more thoroughly than the chief of the police station.
If he wants, he can obtain the details of anyone in the town and use them to find suitable targets.
The rotting man on the bed stopped talking and looked out the window:
"Yes."
Sun Falcon's voice was weak.
"Twelve years ago, he discovered the 'truth' with the help of Fang Shan, crossed all the obstacles I set along the way, and finally came to me, but he did not execute me or arrest me."
“He brought up the idea of working with me.”
"That guy is very unusual. He looks like an honest person on the surface, but in fact he is full of tricks. When talking to him, he can even tell whether you have lied through some of your tone of voice and micro-expressions. "
"I didn't dare to argue with him too much. My situation was already not optimistic at that time."
As Sun Falcon recounted the facts that had happened that year, some pictures gradually emerged in Ning Qiushui's mind.
He took over the other party's topic and continued:
"So you told him about 'the corpse seamer relies on the pot to survive'."
"He was very interested in this and decided to join you. He also had a very strong desire for power, so in the end he chose to use a fake pot... No, no, he made himself into a fake pot and kept eating it. The fresh heart prolongs one's life while accumulating strange power."
The rotten man lying on the bed glanced at Ning Qiushui, his eyes showing a hint of shock. After a long time, he sighed slowly:
"It would have been nice if there were people like you in this town twelve years ago..."
"Maybe the tragedy wouldn't have happened."
Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered.
"Is there any way to stop him?"
Sun Falcon:
"No."
His tone contained a kind of indifference unique to onlookers. In his eyes, he seemed to have regarded himself as a dead person.
"There's no one left in this town who can stop him...and this guy is very good at hiding himself."
"He used his identity to treat the entire Dusk Town as his own sheepfold. He has eaten mutton for twelve years. Neither I nor Fang Shan can be his opponent."
Ning Qiushui:
"Can't the evil ghost created through the 'Six Beasts' kill him?"
Sun Falcon:
"I don't know...don't get your hopes up."
He didn't say it clearly, but his tone revealed deep despair.
Ning Qiushui carefully observed Sun Falcon lying on the bed and suddenly said:
"Did you create the evil spirit that came to kill me and Fang Shan?"
Sun Xuan did not deny it.
"Yes."
"Why do you want to kill us?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
"Shouldn't the one you hate the most be the Sheriff?"
Sun Xuan explained:
"The ghosts created using the 'Six Beasts' kill people according to the 'needs' of the creator."
"As long as the 'thoughts' are sewn into the resentment of the evil spirits during the production process, that's it."
“It’s not necessarily the person you hate the most.”
"I know you're weird. It's clear that the biggest threat to me is the town's police chief, but why do I want to kill you..."
"Actually, it's normal that you don't understand. After all, I never thought about using the forbidden technique of 'Six Beasts' from the beginning, let alone getting rid of you and my good apprentice..."
"The one who really wants to kill you...is someone else."
Ning Qiushui frowned and threw the cigarette butt out of the window.
"who?"
Sun Falcon:
"A man named Chen Shouxi is a little fat."
Having said this, a strong look of jealousy appeared on Sun Xuan's face, making his already ferocious expression even more terrifying.
"He lied to me...he lied to me...the damn bastard!"
His tone was much more urgent, but his physical condition did not allow him to express this urgency smoothly.
Therefore, even though there was strong anger in Sun Falcon's tone, he could only lie on the bed, unable to do anything.
"Wait...you said, have you met Chen Shouxi?"
Ning Qiushui slowly lit another cigarette.
This time he didn't smoke at all, simply because the smell of smoke would make the rotten smell in the house a little less nauseating.
"Yes, that fat man is also an extremely smart guy."
"But his methods are very vicious, and his character has no limits!"
At this point, when this name was mentioned, many things in Ning Qiushui's mind became clear.
"As expected...it was indeed Chen Shouxi who took away the seventeenth corpse!"
"He took away the only 'real pot' in this town."
Ning Qiushui murmured to herself.
"The 'Xin' usually doesn't directly tell the trickster how to clear the level, so Chen Shouxi definitely didn't know which corpse was the 'real pot' when he first entered the Blood Gate, but Chen Shouxi must have had an idea. After killing the people and leaving, he found an excuse to leave the team and came to the hospital to wait. He happened to find you coming to get the "pot", and then you had a dispute. But now you are definitely not Chen Shouxi's opponent. He started from you He snatched the 'True Pot' from his hand and used it to threaten you to do things for him."
Sun Xuan didn't speak.
After clearing up his thoughts, Ning Qiushui could vaguely glimpse some of Chen Shouxi's thoughts and couldn't help but say:
"This guy... his goal is really clear."
"He can't afford to offend the Sheriff, so I just won't do it. The Sheriff doesn't need the 'True Pot' anyway. There is no conflict of interest between the two of them."
"But Fang Shan and I are different."
"We, including you, are all his potential competitors, so he wants to get rid of us all..."
In just a few days, even before they met, Ning Qiushui had already deeply felt the terror of this guy named 'Chen Shouxi'!
This guy relied on his trust and his own ability to get the upper hand from the beginning.
One step first, every step first!
Clear goals, careful and unscrupulous, unscrupulous... What is scary is not the letter, but the person who takes the letter!
The last time the person who gave him such a heavy sense of oppression was Good Speech!
"If the opponent can enter the door with three 'letters', he is probably from Rashomon. For such a powerful guy, his status in 'Rashomon' is probably not low..."
PS: There will be another update later.
