Although a head catcher in the underworld does not have a very high status, it is still much stronger than the ordinary underworld.
I really didn't expect that this Zhang Zhong would actually be a head catcher. What makes me even more curious is how he got down from the position of head catcher back then.
"Then how did you become the culprit?" I couldn't help the doubts in my heart and asked him.
Hearing what I said, Zhang Zhong smiled bitterly, and then said: "It's nothing, it's just because I was meddling in some nosy business and was betrayed by my brother."
Zhang Zhong's smile was very forced. I could tell that this matter was not as easy in his heart as he said.
But judging from Zhang Zhong's attitude, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about this matter, so I didn't continue to ask.
Although I am curious in my heart, this matter is a scar in Zhang Zhong's heart after all. I can't do this kind of thing by uncovering other people's scars to satisfy my curiosity.
The car headed straight towards the southern suburbs of Liangcheng. It had already driven out of the city and arrived at a wasteland on the outskirts of the city. There was a small bridge in front of the road, and under the bridge was a dry river.
At this time, the river was surrounded by police officers, who were all busy and nervous. There were also many people watching the excitement around.
Looking at this situation, I knew that this was the place where the bones were buried as mentioned by Jiang Zheng.
Zhang Zhong stopped the car on the side of the road and we walked towards the front. The place had been cordoned off and the police inside were busy.
As soon as I walked in, Jiang Zheng walked out, with a gloomy face, and let us in.
When I walked inside, a stench hit me so hard that I almost vomited.
The police had dug a big hole on the shore in front, with more than a dozen body bags placed around it.
The perverted old guy was slumped on the ground, looking ahead with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
"It's not me. I didn't kill these people. I only killed one damn one. How could there be so many? How could there be so many." The old man kept mumbling in his mouth, looking at the corpses in his eyes.
It's actually full of crazy joy.
"He came to identify the place where the body was buried. That's where we did dig up a female body, but it was highly corrupted. Only a skeleton was left. Even the identity could not be identified. The old man said that he was just a random person.
He killed someone, so I don’t know who the deceased is." Jiang Zheng said to me with a frown.
I nodded. The old guy seemed to have suddenly lost his mind and killed someone randomly. He didn't know who he was killing.
After so many years, only the bones are left of the body, and it is somewhat difficult to find out the identity of the deceased.
However, with today's science and technology so advanced, I believe that genetic comparison should be able to clarify the true identity of the deceased. This is a process.
"Then what happened to these corpses?" I asked Jiang Zheng, looking at the corpses.
At this time, Jiang Zheng looked obviously haggard. He looked more than ten years older, with dark circles under his eyes and an unkempt beard.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and said: "Who the hell knows? I originally thought there was only one body here, but who knew that more and more were dug up, including the female body, and now it has been dug out."
Sixteen bodies."
I frowned and sympathized with Jiang Zheng. He would probably collapse if he encountered this kind of thing.
"I think this is a bit abnormal, so I asked you to come and see if there is anything wrong." Jiang Zheng said.
I nodded and walked next to the old man.
This guy is a repeat offender. He is sitting on the ground with handcuffs and shackles on his hands and feet, looking in front of him with a silly smile.
"Did you do this?" I asked him.
The old man raised his head and glanced at me, with a strange look in his eyes.
"You are a shady, do you think I did it?" He asked me with a sinister smile.
I frowned. This old guy already had terminal cancer, so he wasn't afraid of death. Even though he knew I was a culprit, he wasn't afraid, just with a hint of joking.
His attitude made me very unhappy and I wanted to slap him twice.
But now that there are police all around, it is not convenient for me to take action.
I glanced at Zhang Zhong and Xiao Bai. They immediately understood what I meant, walked over and blocked the old guy.
I knelt down and didn't hit him. Hitting him with such a twisted and perverted mind was of no use. Instead, it would give him a sense of pleasure.
I stretched out my hand, and the nail on my left index finger suddenly grew longer, and then I stabbed it into his arm.
I transferred the yin energy into the old guy's body.
At first this guy didn't react much, he just looked at me and kept sneering.
But as the Yin Qi continued to enter, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his body stiffened suddenly, and his face became distorted.
The Yin Qi entering the body is refining his soul. Although this old guy is no longer afraid of physical torture, he absolutely cannot bear the pain of the Yin Qi entering the body and refining the soul!
The old guy was already lying on the ground, and his whole body was twitching as if he had been electrocuted.
His mouth was open and he wanted to scream, but how could I let him scream?
Jiang Zheng next to me looked down and frowned. He didn't say anything. Instead, he came over and blocked me a little tighter.
I dug my fingers into the old man's arm for five full minutes, and then let go.
I'm sure I won't kill him, but I definitely won't make him feel better.
Such perverted guys deserve some torture, so I won't be lenient at all.
I retracted my finger, and the old guy lay on the ground, panting like a dog.
The eyes he looked at me now were full of fear, and he no longer looked as arrogant as before.
I am very satisfied with his performance now. It would be great if he had obeyed earlier. Why should he suffer this kind of torture?
"Can you tell me now, did you kill these people?" I asked him.
"It's not me, it's really not me. I don't know where these corpses came from. I just casually buried the girl here. I really don't know the rest!"
After hearing my words, the old man quickly waved his hands and said loudly.
I nodded, stood up, and stopped looking at the old guy, because I knew that he was not lying. Except for the girl, he really did not kill these people.
He was terminally ill and was about to die. One more life and one less case would not matter at all, so there was no need for him to lie.
And with my methods, I don't think he would dare to lie, unless he still wants to experience the feeling of tempering the ghost.
Since this old guy is not the murderer, then who is the murderer?
Looking at the body bag in front of me, I suddenly thought of that massage parlor!
There are many pieces of meat of unknown origin in the refrigerator of the massage parlor, and some of them have been there for many years. Are those pieces of meat from these corpses?
