Chapter 368

At this time, Chu Zhao also walked into the restroom. He saw Su Bai washing his hands at the sink. He was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

Su Bai put his hands on the phone with a blank expression. He looked at the cubicle, meaning for him to see for himself.

Chu Zhao immediately walked over and opened the door of the cubicle. Then, he was shocked.

"Call the police."

Chu Zhao took out his phone and was ready to call the police. He was a policeman. No matter how much he hated this profession in the past, when he encountered this kind of thing, the attribute of his profession still made him act instinctively.

Su Bai did nothing and did nothing. He quietly dried his hands and then walked out of the restroom.

After a while, Chu Zhao, who had made the call, also walked out.

"Did you find anything?" Chu Zhao asked Su Bai.

Su Bai shook his head and looked at Chu Zhao. "It doesn't seem like it was done by a listener. It's hard for a listener to do such a thing. You're a policeman. You investigate first."

Chu Zhao sighed. "I'm not eating. You and Xun Er leave first. I'll wait for my colleagues here."

Su Bai looked at Chu Zhao. "Are you sure you can work normally now?"

"I know myself." Chu Zhao said.

"Okay, we'll go first."

After this kind of thing happened, Su Bai was not in the mood to continue eating there. Of course, it was impossible for the restaurant to continue operating today.

Xun Er carried the little fellow and left the restaurant with Su Bai. In fact, as a policeman, Chu Zhao knew that no one in the restaurant was allowed to leave, including customers and service staff. This was the rule. However, Chu Zhao knew that some rules did not apply to Su Bai and Xun Er. Not to mention that their identity in reality was enough to break this rule, they were also listeners, so it was even more difficult for them to be bound by this rule.

After getting in the car, Su Bai held the steering wheel with one hand, but he was not in a hurry to start the car.

Xun Er had just looked at her phone. Chu Zhao had sent her the picture of the toilet cubicle. At this moment, she also understood what had happened.

The little fellow was sitting in Xun Er's arms, unhappy. Some of his intuition was very sharp. A child about the same age as him had died so close to him. The little fellow was also very sad.

"Aren't we leaving?" Xun Er suddenly asked.

"Yes." Su Bai was about to start the car, but before he could drive far, he stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the road. "Forget it. I'm not leaving."

Xun Er did not say anything. She just silently held the little fellow.

Su Bai reversed the car again. "Wait for the results of Chu Zhao's investigation. Since it wasn't done by the listeners, I'd like to see who's playing tricks here."

That's right. Piercing the skull of a one-year-old child, tying a weight to his feet, and hanging him to death. It was really a mysterious act. It looked like some kind of ritual.

"Will the murderer still be in the restaurant?" Xun Er asked.

"It depends on the situation. Maybe he's here, maybe he's not. If he's a restaurant staff, then he should still be in the restaurant, because if he leaves, his identity will also be exposed. If he deliberately snuck in, then he should not be here now."

Su Bai took out a bottle of mineral water from the car and drank a few mouthfuls. Then, he put the bottle back. At this moment, there was already a police car on the street in front of them.

…

"Didn't I tell you to leave first?" Chu Zhao took off his gloves and walked to Su Bai and Xun Er. Su Bai and Xun Er had just been called to record a statement. However, because they had a sufficient alibi and Chu Zhao, the police officer, as a guarantor, the statement was a simple process. Of course, the most important thing was that the police had a very clear clue. After the incident, a waitress who was responsible for taking care of the customers' children in the restaurant disappeared.

It did not seem that she had been murdered, because there were videotapes around the restaurant that showed that she had sneaked out from the back door, and they had not contacted her yet. There was already a police on the way to her residence, and there should be news soon. If they could not find her at her home, it was likely that she would be wanted throughout the city. After all, the camera in the restaurant had also captured the scene of her carrying the child to the bathroom, but there was no camera installed in the bathroom to protect privacy.

"Is that woman crazy? She tortured a child like this." Xun Er said in confusion. The little fellow had fallen asleep at this time, lying on her shoulder.

"Maybe it's a mental illness." Chu Zhao said, but obviously, he did not believe it himself. After all, not every mental patient was Su Bai. Even if Su Bai wanted to kill someone, he would not do it to such a young child. He even used such a method to kill the child.

Su Bai frowned and remained silent. Then, he seemed to think of something and looked at Chu Zhao. "Don't you think that the way this child died is very similar to the way that the victim died in the Chongqing boy case?

There was a wound on the top of his head that was pricked by a thick needle, and his feet were tied with a steel weight. He was strangled to death by hanging. "

Chu Zhao smiled unnaturally. "It's probably just a crude imitation."

Su Bai shook his head. "Not necessarily." As he said that, Su Bai's phone rang. It was a reply from Fatso. Previously, Su Bai had asked Xun Er for the photo and sent it to Fatso. Fatso had finally sent his reply. Although the relationship between Su Bai and Fatso was not very good, they would still subconsciously communicate about this kind of thing that had nothing to do with interests. After all, everyone had their own specialties, and no one could guarantee that they would encounter something that they did not know about outside of their own strengthening system.

"According to my observation, this should be a little different from the story of the Chongqing boy case. This is because in the Chongqing boy case, the boy was first subdued, put on the Soul Locking Red Robe, and tied to the Fallen Soul Weight. This is retaining the soul. Then, the boy was killed and the Soul Splitting Needle was inserted into his head. This is purging the soul. I believe the murderer should have some kind of Daoist magical item to contain the soul, such as a gourd or a box. Finally, the child was hung on the beam. According to the Daoist magical item, the soul cannot be completely purified, so the child had to be removed from the ground. Hanging on the beam is because the wood represents life, and it has the effect of guiding the soul. This is the only way to purify the child's soul! As for 13 years and 13 days, the female relative wore the Water Red Robe. This is nothing more than raising the soul to the level of extreme Yin!

But this is just a superficial imitation. It looks like many places are imitations, but it is meaningless. The toilet is a place with more Yin energy, but the toilet of a high-class restaurant is different from the public toilets on the street. The Yin energy there is pitifully low. After all, not many people use it, and there are people who are responsible for cleaning the place. Other than that, the wound on the child's head looks more like it was made for the sake of chiseling. It did not hit the acupuncture points. Many other details look similar to the Chongqing boy case, but it is only on the surface. "

After reading these replies, Su Bai did not completely relax. He felt like something was not right, but he could not pinpoint what it was. However, the terror broadcast did not give out a mission in real life, so it seemed like this case was not something that the listeners needed to deal with.

Chu Zhao's cell phone rang at this time. He was now considered a middle-aged boss. In addition, this case was considered a murder scene that he discovered, so the progress of various cases would be summarized to him.

"Hello, what is it?" Chu Zhao's breathing suddenly became rapid. "I will send people to help. You guys protect the scene."

Chu Zhao's expression did not look good after he put down the phone.

"What's wrong?" Xun Er asked. "Something happened again?"

Chu Zhao nodded with a dark face. "The waitress was found dead at home, and the way she died … is exactly the same as the child." Chu Zhao turned to look at Su Bai. "Su Bai, is this really not the work of the listeners?"

Su Bai shrugged. "Unless he is crazy, or this child is his father's murderer, and he is seeking revenge. But that is impossible. The listeners cannot do something like this in the real world. Plus, if one of the listeners keeps killing people in front of us, the terror broadcast mission should be given to us soon."

Right then, Su Bai's phone rang. Su Bai looked at the notification. It was Fatso. Didn't Fatso already reply to explain to him? Why was he still calling?

Picking up the phone, Fatso's hoarse and rough voice came through.

"Ah Bai, by the way, you only gave me a photo of the child being hanged. Do you have photos from other angles? I want to see if there are any special marks on the child's hands or shoulders. Take off the child's clothes and take a few photos for me."

Su Bai raised his head and looked at Chu Zhao. "Are there any special marks on the dead boy's body? For example, on his hands or shoulders. "

Chu Zhao heard this and immediately walked into the restaurant. He knew that Su Bai was asking for help from other listeners, and he also knew that among the three of them, only Su Bai had this kind of network. He and Xun Er did not have their own listener network at all.

Soon, Chu Zhao came out with a stack of photos.

"These are the photos of the preliminary autopsy. As for the specifics, we will have to wait for the forensic doctor to transport the body back for an autopsy."

Su Bai took the photos. The child's clothes were also removed to check his injuries. These photos were very clear.

Suddenly, Su Bai's pupils constricted. On the child's shoulders and palms, there were a few black spots. They looked like bruises, but they were different from bruises.

"Fatso, are you still there?" Su Bai asked.

"Yes."

"There are black spots on his shoulders and palms. They're not very obvious black spots."

"Oh, as expected, that's it." Fatso smacked his lips. "The murderer isn't imitating the Chongqing boy case because the murderer isn't a human, but … a ghost. He's using his own way of death to attach it to someone else."

"Where did you get that from?"

"Have you heard a song?" Fatso suddenly asked.

"Looking, looking, looking for a friend. Find a good friend. Salute and shake hands. You're my good friend.

He,

Was lonely,

Was looking for a playmate. "