"Today I went to your company to conduct an investigation. I casually asked your colleagues and found out that you did not go to work today, but I saw you in the company and printed a list. I have been a police officer for decades and I trust my intuition. , I always feel that you seem to have something to do with this case... Do you know that printers used on the Internet have data storage functions? They can store dozens to hundreds of recently printed text data." Officer Zhao's eyes were bright, "This What kind of list is it? A death list?"
"No, it's not...it's just a list of fundraisers -" Fu Bao told the truth in confusion, and then immediately realized that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly covered his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, "No, I don’t know anything! It’s just a coincidence!”
"Don't know anything? Is it just a coincidence?" Officer Zhao looked at Fu Bao and smiled, but his eyes were like knives that seemed to penetrate Fu Bao's internal organs.
"I, I..." Cold sweat broke out on Fu Bao's forehead, he was under too much pressure! This Officer Zhao is so sharp! At this time, Officer Zhao's intercom came out with the sentence "Officer Zhao, there are suspicious clues on the sixth floor, which seem to be related to the case of dismemberment."
"Okay, here you go." Officer Zhao took another deep look at Fu Bao, told him that he would ask him to assist in the investigation again, and then turned around and left.
Fu Bao, who had temporarily escaped the disaster, breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived the disaster, and then quickly left here.
When Fu Bao and his juniors asked for help to deal with the blood stains on their bodies, changed clothes and returned to Lu Jinyuan's house, it was almost evening. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Fujiko and Lu Jinyuan, who had returned first, setting up a table in the apartment. There was a statue of a god on the table. In front of the statue, Li Xianjie's stumps were placed like offerings. They were all frozen, but they still smelled like a slaughterhouse. The smell was very disgusting.
Both Fujiko and Lu Jinyuan were wearing masks. When Lu Jinyuan opened the door for Fu Bao, he also slipped one into Fu Bao's hand.
Fu Bao looked around, feeling as if he had accidentally stepped into a ritual site where pagans performed bloody sacrifices. Fu Bao subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but Fujiko, who had just put the stump in position, glanced at Fu Bao and urged, " Come help."
Fu Bao had no choice but to come over and help Fujiko take the yellow talisman paper and put it in a circle around the altar table.
Afterwards, Fujiko clasped her hands and bowed several times to the statue, and chanted: "The ancestors protect you and the evil spirits retreat..."
While Fujiko was doing this, Fu Bao was looking at the stumps on the table. The first one was the one who was chasing the fat man. The second one was the one Fujiko received. The package hadn't been opened yet. The third one was the one who almost killed Xia Qing. Yes, the fourth one... Huh? Why is there a fourth one?
"Why are there two hands and two feet?" Fu Bao asked strangely, "Originally there were only three."
"The fourth one was picked up in the afternoon." Fujiko took the incense and worshiped God solemnly. After praying three times, he added, "I picked it up at Huaxia University."
"Is it the one Guo Caini received? Did you steal it? Isn't this a crime!" Fu Bao shouted.
"The police didn't know there was this body part at that time, so it wasn't a crime. I went to the sixth floor just to get this." Fujiko inserted the incense into the incense burner. There was a memorial tablet in front of the incense burner.
"...I think she has a necrophilia." Listening to her strong words, Lu Jinyuan whispered to Fu Bao.
"You can't save him until you collect all the corpses. Do you want to be chased all the time?" Fujiko clearly heard this and glanced at Lu Jinyuan coldly.
"No, no, no! I fully support you! Fujiko, you are my idol!" Lu Jinyuan hurriedly raised his hands to show his loyalty.
At this time, Fujiko took out another ancestral talisman paper and put it on the altar table.
"What is this for?" Fu Bao asked Fujiko curiously.
"At midnight today, the resentful spirits will cause trouble again, and A Yuan, Xia Qing and Guo Caini may be attacked, so I temporarily put these stumps under the statues to prevent anyone from being harmed." Fujiko clasped his hands and worshiped the statues a few more times. Bye, "But this resentful spirit is so fierce, my statue can't last long. We need to hurry up and find all the remaining limbs for salvation."
"What kind of formation is this?" Fu Bao asked Fujiko while looking at the magical display in front of him.
"That's right, it's Huang Tian's ghost-suppressing method -" Fujiko raised her chin and said rather proudly, but there was something else to say later, "a replica of Huang Tian's ghost-suppressing method."
"The so-called replica version is what you figured out by yourself based on the name!" Fu Bao couldn't help complaining. He already had some understanding of Fujiko's abilities and couldn't help but feel worried, "Will it work?"
"Depending on the direction of the storyline, although it will eventually fail, it will definitely last for a while." Fujiko gave an answer that was in line with her thoughts as a writer of supernatural novels.
"I very much hope it works. Besides, even if this formation works, my family won't be able to survive for long." Lu Jinyuan bowed respectfully three times to the statue, and then said in annoyance: "These hands and feet smell so bad, if they are used next door If you smell it, call the police. Then the police will think that we are murderers."
"...It really looks like it." Fu Bao looked at the things in the apartment, including the altar table, statues, stumps, and talismans, and mentally upgraded his team to a vicious cult organization that killed human beings for sacrifice. The police would definitely be unable to explain themselves when they found out.
"So, is it possible for us to set out now to find other stumps? To the warehouse of the express company?" Fujiko asked Fu Bao. She also knew that there was little hope of finding the target among the piles of packages, but she had to do something. , she didn’t want to do this kind of thing again, taking back the stumps from the victims.
"Ah, yes, it suddenly occurred to me that my previous speculation was wrong. The package containing the stumps was neither mailed through the self-service mailer nor mixed in the day before... but entered the mailing system at one o'clock in the morning every day! "Fu Bao suddenly had inspiration and said loudly.
"Ale, what are you talking about?" Lu Jinyuan said he didn't understand. They were not couriers, so it was difficult for them to understand.
"Huh..." Fu Bao thought for a while, and then said: "The package must be sent from the company. Do you understand this? Either the courier comes to collect it, or the sender goes to the service point to fill in the form. Now there is another way. It was using an automatic mailer. The police think automatic mailers are suspicious, so they have been checking the video tapes. In any case, using the three methods, more or less evidence will be left."
"But the murderer is very smart and would not do this." Fu Bao shook his head, as if he had assumed the identity of the murderer, "I used the fund-raising list given by A Yuan to check whether these people had packages, but I didn't think about this clearly."
"The express company has an operating process. If the package is delivered according to the normal route, it will definitely be traced. However, is there an abnormal route, such as a system bug or something like that?" Fu Bao continued to talk about his own situation. Inference, he pointed at Lu Jinyuan's computer and said, "It's like a computer system bug."
