In the washroom of the teaching building, Zhao Le stood alone in front of the mirror.
His hair was wet and stuck to his face. At the same time, his lips were a little pale. This was the result of resisting the pain … He took a deep breath. His hands trembled at the same time as he slowly opened the hole in his shirt.
The bruises on his chest and abdomen could be seen through the open clothes … Zhao Le's fingers scratched these bruises … Every time he touched them, he felt a burning pain.
Dong —!
All of a sudden, Zhao Le slammed his fist on the sink.
Dong —!
Once again, he slowly pounded his fist on the sink — on the same spot.
Dong dong dong dong —!
He punched again and again, and at the same time, he raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror without blinking. At this time, he was silent, completely silent.
This kind of punching lasted for several minutes before stopping. Zhao Le's knuckles were red, and his skin had been scratched … He took a deep breath, and slowly buttoned his shirt. Then, his expression returned to normal, and he left this place.
The next moment, one of the washroom's doors slowly opened, and it was Chen Mingming … Chen Mingming leaned on the door panel, looking at the position where Zhao Le stood, seemingly thinking about something.
He didn't mean to stay here, but simply wanted to find a quiet place to curiously study the characteristics of the strange pistol in his hand.
After three experiments, Chen Mingming made a preliminary understanding of the gun's ability.
First of all, the bullets it fired could ignore space and distance. However, it was still unclear how far the distance was. Perhaps he could find someone on the other side of the ocean to test it out. However, the suspect in the detention center had already proven that it could ignore space. After the suspect died, Chen Mingming naturally received information about the suspect's death through the silver pistol.
Second, the difficulty. The easier the target was, the less difficult it would be, and the less life it would take to make the bullet, and vice versa. At the same time, once the bullet was made, as the person who paid with his life, he would have a feeling that something was taken away.
Third, the condition to make the bullet … In addition to using life to make the bullet, it seemed that something else was needed … This wasn't from the person who sold him the pistol, but a vague feeling.
Chen Mingming tried to enter that place again, but he didn't succeed … He felt that he might need to meet some conditions to be able to touch that magical place again.
"Let's do another experiment," Chen Mingming said to himself.
After leaving the washroom, Chen Mingming saw Gawain standing alone in the corridor, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance.
Gawain seemed to be thinking about something, and he was deep in thought.
Chen Mingming's palm gradually lit up, and the pistol appeared again. A translucent bullet began to form in his other palm … He didn't choose to inject life, but he already knew the amount needed.
But soon, Chen Mingming removed the pistol and the bullet.
"The consumption rate is the same as last time …" Chen Mingming muttered to himself, "The consumption rate is the same as last time …"
He chose to leave from another path and did not walk past Gawain.
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Not long after Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao left, they went to the local office of the Administration. They were greeted by the few logistics clerks here, and then they settled down in the office's dormitory.
Because there were no official agents stationed here, the facilities here were relatively simple, but it was suitable for people to live in.
The two of them began to discuss the matter of this mission.
"Brother Hao, what do you think we should do about this mission?" Wei Zidao lay on the bed, using his hands as a pillow, "We've been to the crime scene and checked the body, but we couldn't find any clues. This method of crime is beyond the detection range of our tools … Could it be some high-level monster, or a cultivator with profound Taoist magic? "
Liu Minghao didn't say anything. He just took out the container that contained the strange sarcoma. He stuck a yellow talisman on the container. The yellow talisman constantly emitted cold air, simulating a low temperature environment for the container. Liu Minghao was now observing the sarcoma's activity.
Wei Zidao didn't look at it, but continued to murmur, "But since we couldn't find any traces at the crime scene, maybe it's some kind of curse? And the victim died simply, without any loss of blood essence, life, or soul. Can we rule out the possibility that this is a hunting crime … Then it's a vendetta? Alas, Brother Hao, can you say something? "
Liu Minghao said slowly, "Usually, in this case, according to the previous practice, it's temporarily treated as an unsolved case."
"Unsolved case? What do you mean? "Wei Zidao opened his mouth and sat up curiously — he was also a newcomer.
He only had a limited number of missions. But after the Mount Tai incident, the staff of the Administration became nervous, so he got the chance to go out on missions.
Liu Minghao said indifferently, "In addition to the problem of Taoist monsters, there are also some cultivators who walk in the secular world. Most of them walk in order to gain experience in the secular world. Among these people, there were also some who had the intention of upholding justice and slaying demons and devils. The more famous ones are the Celestial Master Taoism of Longhu Mountain, Maoshan Sect, and so on. "
"Then?"
"They can't see some injustices in the world. Most of the time, they follow the ancient practice to eliminate all evils … If they encounter evil monsters, they just kill them, so we can relax. But if it's a human, it's a different situation. "
Wei Zidao understood, "Brother Hao, you mean … this victim may have been killed by a righteous man who walks in the Jianghu …"
He made a gesture of cutting his neck.
Liu Minghao said, "This guy committed rape and murder before, what do you think?"
Wei Zidao frowned, "But this guy has confessed, so he may escape the death penalty, right? If so, there's no need to kill him, right? "
Liu Minghao shook his head, "You don't understand the thoughts of those people … Many of them think that such a person doesn't deserve to live for one more day. Because according to the normal procedure, there is still a long period of time before the deceased is brought to trial and finally executed. Moreover, if his family continues to deal with the outside, they may be able to avoid the death penalty and change the sentence to life imprisonment. "
"So …" Wei Zidao sighed.
Liu Minghao waved his hand and said, "Many of these cultivators who walk in the Jianghu act according to their own preferences, and they also have a set of standards for their own judgment. Moreover, they kill evil people. Most of the time, we can only turn a blind eye … You can't argue with them because of a person who deserves to die, right? Besides, I also want to kill such scum. But we are also public servants. There are some things that we can't really do. If we do it, we will be stepping on the line. "
"Then … are you sure it's those chivalrous men who did it?"
Liu Minghao shook his head, "It's hard for me to say, but this is Consultant Long's private land. Many similar things have happened in the past. For example, two years ago, there was a great demon named Sun Xiaosheng here. He directly peeled off the skin of a drug addict who pushed his old mother down the stairs in order to rob money from his family and hung him up … The result was nothing. We can't really fight with the great demon for such a guy. "
"Okay …" Wei Zidao sighed. This time he looked helpless.
"Let's investigate for a few more days. If there is still no result, we will report it truthfully. There will be a special evaluation." Liu Minghao said casually, and then raised the utensil in his hand, "What I am more concerned about now is what is in this thing. This thing looked … strange and sinister. Go and apply for some detection equipment. I'll first do a general study of what this thing is. "
"Okay."
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At night, under the bright lights, alcohol made people release more of their nature.
In the back alley of a bar, a man's hands were caught at this time — Then a man with a thick golden chain was punching the man's abdomen … The man spat out blood.
He was a little drunk, and his mind was not clear. At this time, he was beaten so hard that he spat out bitter water with blood.
"Good for you, Qian Er. You have money to pick up girls here, but you don't have money? You have guts, don't you? "
"No … No, Brother Xiao … Give me a chance, give me a chance … Three days, just three days, I promise to pay you back!" Qian Er begged, "You … You can beat me to death, but I can't get the money … Wait for me for three days, I have money at home! I really have money! My boss has a pension … "
"Trash." The man called Brother Xiao beat him fiercely again. After Qian Er fell to the ground, he spat, "Just three days, if you don't pay me back in three days, I will break your legs! Go! "
Brother Xiao left with his companions.
Qian Er fell to the ground, covering his stomach. He didn't even have the strength to stand up … He was still drunk, and at the same time very painful, "F * ck … a smiling tiger … one day, I will kill you … who … who?"
He suddenly became frightened. He saw someone walking in front of him. He was afraid that Brother Xiao would turn back … The alley was too dark. He fell on the ground and couldn't see clearly who it was.
But the man suddenly squatted down with a bottle of liquor in his hand … Qian Er didn't have the strength to resist, but the man poured the liquor directly into his mouth. Qian Er could only drink it painfully.
He was full of beer and was beaten up again. At this time, the liquor was poured into his mouth, which made him even more uncomfortable. After a while, Qian Er saw stars and saw double, "Who … Who … Who did this to me! I, I, I will kill you! "
"Do you want to kill the person who beat you just now?" The man calmly asked slowly.
"Who … Kill who?" Qian Er's head shook. He slowly crawled, leaned against the wall and sat up.
"Brother Xiao."
It seemed to be a very young voice.
Qian Er vomited painfully. His head leaned against the wall, shaking back and forth, "Kill … Kill … Kill … Kill this bastard … Haha, haha …"
"Pick it up."
Qian Er felt as if something was stuffed into his hand … It seemed to be a gun … He burped and slowly raised the thing in his hand.
The young voice seemed to have magic, slowly saying in his ear, "If you have no money, he will still deal with you next time. Maybe he will beat you until you are disabled. Then, you may not be able to stand up for the rest of your life. People around you will laugh at you. It will be difficult for you to find a job again. Your family won't care about you. You will be … ruined like this. "
Qian Er's eyes gradually became ferocious. A strong killing intent rushed to his head, "Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! "
A bullet, at this moment, slowly formed in front of Qian Er.
Bang —!
The pistol exploded. The bullet was shot out instantly and then disappeared … After that, Qian Er sat down and giggled.
6 days.
The young man received such information in his brain — but at the same time, the 6 days were not deducted from his body … The young man quietly looked at Qian Er.
At this moment, Qian Er held the pistol and fell down again. Not long after, he fell asleep and didn't know where he was.
Miraculously, the silver pistol in Qian Er's arms disappeared little by little, and then appeared again … in the hand of the young voice.
"It needs killing intent … The kid didn't have it before. I see … "
He calmly left the alley.
At the front of the street, there was a car accident — a private car suddenly lost control and crashed into the fire hydrant on the street, which attracted a large number of onlookers.
At this moment, two men in the car carried out a man with a big golden chain from the driver's seat in horror, and shouted in panic, "Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao!! Brother Xiao! "
There was a small bloody hole in the forehead of the man called Brother Xiao … He couldn't open his eyes anymore.
Chen Mingming slowly put on his headphones, and then walked slowly through the crowd.
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When it was almost 10 pm, Sir Ma, who was planning to go home, and Zhou Yusheng, who didn't plan to go home, met in the corridor of the police station.
Ma Houde was about to say something casually, but before he opened his mouth, he received a call — from Lin Feng.
Asking Zhou Yusheng to wait, Ma Houde answered Lin Feng's call — but within a few seconds, Ma Houde's face suddenly changed, "What?!"
"What happened?" Zhou Yusheng suddenly frowned.
Sir Ma looked at Zhou Yusheng, stunned for a few seconds, and then said seriously, "Wu Rong is also dead … The body we just found is also … dismembered, exactly the same as Wang Liang's!"
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After making breakfast for his sister in the morning and watching her finish eating, Zhao Le packed up and prepared to go to class.
But not long after he went out, in the security booth at the entrance of the community, Zhao Le was called by the security guard.
"Xiao Le, here's your express delivery."
"Express delivery?"
Zhao Le was stunned … He didn't remember buying anything.
"Yes, it was here early in the morning. I don't know who put it there, but it's written with your name." The security guard took out the package, which was about the size of a shoe box.
"Thank you." Zhao Le took it with a polite smile … and then carried it to the bus stop.
While walking, he opened the package, tore the paper, and threw it into the dustbin. On the way, he opened the box — it was indeed a shoe box.
Opening the box and looking at the thing inside, Zhao Le's pupils suddenly shrank.
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