A flash of lightning tore through the night sky, and black rain fell heavier and heavier.
Whoa, whoa, Lei Yue turned over and looked at this small black-covered notepad.
Starting from the title page, there are some messy, scattered, and repeated words written on it, the most common of which is "Jack the Ripper."
"Jack the Ripper?" He whispered softly, seeing that there were several pages with this name written repeatedly line by line.
The author seems to be in a crazy mood, and sometimes he will write words such as "serial killer", "demon" and "this murderous maniac must be caught" at the end.
There were some symbols and patterns in the book that he couldn't understand, as well as some crossed out and blacked out passages.
There are very few sentences, only a few sentences, all of which are repeated many times:
[When Jack the Ripper arrives in Dongzhou, it must be Dongzhou]
【Why Fulong Village?】
【Dongzhou will be polluted, but there is still time to stop it!】
"Hmm." Lei Yue frowned and used the existing clues to sort out the situation: "This man named Shotgun Man is tracking a serial killer named Jack the Ripper. He thinks that this man will come to Furong Village in Dongzhou to commit crimes, so he rushes
Here we are…”
"Shotgun Man", "Jack the Ripper", these are all nicknames.
Lei Yue knew what "Jack the Ripper" was. He was one of the most famous urban legends in the world and one of the most famous and brutal serial killers.
In the foggy city at the end of the 19th century, Jack the Ripper brutally murdered multiple prostitutes in succession, and sent the deceased's organ fragments and signed letters to the police and newspapers for investigation, but he was never arrested, and no one knows who it was.
And Jack the Ripper, who is now being tracked by the shotgun man, probably has the same level of brutality, so he got this nickname.
Lei Yue looked at the chest and abdomen of the man's corpse. There was a large amount of internal organs exposed. It was obvious that it had really been disemboweled...
However, he looked around thoughtfully and found that there were no traces of fighting or gunfire. Otherwise, there would be a lot of junk that had been knocked over and messed up, instead of being as neat as it is now.
"This is not the first scene of the crime, and it doesn't look like the place where the body was dumped. The gunman may have fought with the murderer and ran here when he was about to die... Is the murderer still in Fu Rong Village?"
Lei Yue stretched out his body and looked into the distance, but his eyes could not penetrate the rain curtain, and he could only see a huge shadow in the distance.
After thinking for a while, but without a clear idea, he took a photo of every page of the notebook with his mobile phone, making sure to turn off synchronization to the cloud and only keep it locally.
Then, he put the notebook back into the inner pocket of the man's coat so that the police could also obtain these clues to investigate and solve the case.
After doing this, Lei Yue thought that there was nothing else to do. Should he leave?
Did the crow bring me here just to let me know about this strange murder case?
What kind of solution is this? How can it change my life?
Lei Yue looked at the dark crow in the sky and felt that this was not the case. There was still something unsolved.
Did I miss any important details? There is still a missing piece of the puzzle...
"What is it?" Lei Yue looked around again, seeing the putrid garbage piles, corpses, and pistols on the ground. He was wondering when a discovery suddenly flashed past like a bolt of lightning.
Wait, he shook his head in surprise and blinked, knowing something was wrong.
"pistol!?"
Why, why did it turn into a pistol? Lei Yue quickly used his mobile phone to identify whether it was an illusion.
The cell phone screen showed that what fell on the dirt next to it was indeed a heavy pistol.
The pistol has a tough and delicate appearance. From the middle of the gun body, it is divided into two distinct colors, black on the left and silver on the right.
There are no extra fancy decorations on the gun body, only the red inverted triangle logo is engraved in the middle of the grip guard.
but……
Lei Yue looked at the gun and was a little confused. Wasn't the gun just a short-barreled shotgun?
The rain poured down, splashing black ripples in the cesspools on the muddy ground.
I don’t know when, but the short-barreled shotgun completely changed. Only the logo remained unchanged, but the color became much lighter, from blood red to light red.
"Am I remembering it wrong?" He frowned in confusion. No, although he didn't take a photo, he remembered clearly that the gun just now was a black shotgun.
The shotgun man is called the shotgun man because of the shotgun.
While thinking about it, Lei Yue immediately checked the photo he just took on his phone. The title page of the notepad said "Shotgun Man", which was correct.
It's this gun that's weird! Like everything else weird here.
"What's going on?" Lei Yue turned to look at the molds and vines on the shotgun man's body, the flesh-film-like slime mold on the scraps all around, and the tiny shiny branches...
Suddenly, amidst the sound of rustling rain, he saw with eyes wide open that the fungi that had been growing and spreading just now, with the body of the shotgun man as the center, suddenly withered away in large areas.
This garbage dump is rapidly changing from the gloomy vitality all over the place to lifeless, and the soil seems to have withered.
This change also occurred on the shotgun man's corpse. The microorganisms in his skin, flesh, heart, lungs, and intestines first became dim in color, and then became like dead branches and leaves that could be blown away by the strong wind at any time.
It seemed that as the shotgun man's death passed a certain critical point, the little bit of vitality that had been left in the body, or the abnormal damage suffered, all withered away.
The heavy rain is quickly washing away the withered fungi everywhere, and the red mark of the pistol continues to fade.
"This..." Lei Yue narrowed his eyes and glanced around, his heart beating heavily, and messy thoughts flashed through his mind.
But he could only be certain of one thing: what happened here was unusual, and the world was not as simple as it appeared.
And this gun is involved, hiding a secret, which may be enough to overturn a person's past life.
And this, this opportunity to break away from the shackles of fate, isn't it exactly what I want...
Even if it is a gun, if you take it secretly, you may be tracked down and caught by the police, or even get into other related troubles... But your mother-in-law is gone, what else do you have to be afraid of now?
Once the idea of taking a gun arose, Lei Yue's mind started to race. The surprise caused by the changes around him turned into curiosity and a hint of eagerness to try.
"Friend, what do you mean..."
He looked at the pistol and murmured to the crow in the sky: "This gun is my way forward? Should I pick up the gun and take it back to study slowly?"
At the same time, the crow over there flapped its wings fiercely, flew in a circle in the heavy rain, and landed heavily on his left shoulder again, its black feathers gathered together.
Is it answering me? Lei Yuegang thought so, but the huge force when the crow fell made him feel a little palpitated. The claws almost split him open like sharp blades...
He slowly looked sideways. The crow looked like a king, and his shoulders were just its throne.
Lei Yue couldn't see through the gloom in those pitch-black eyes, and was even a little doubtful. He didn't know whether his idea of searching for corpses and picking up guns was indeed guided by the crow, or if it was just a delusion.
Looking at the crow's huge, high beak, he felt like a lone hyena, following the crow in search of carrion, nothing more.
Does it want me to pick up the gun? Or...has it ever talked to me?
No, of course, of course, I became friends with this crow and he has been leading me ever since!
Lei Yue gritted his teeth hard, cheered up, and said:
"Okay, friend, I still listen to you! Taking care of food, housing, and going to jail is the only way out for young people nowadays." He said, half self-deprecating, half encouraging.
Before he finished speaking, Lei Yue suddenly stretched out his right hand, brushing aside the splashing rainwater, and went to pick up the black and silver pistol on the muddy ground.
Snap, the five fingers of his right hand grasped the grip of the pistol, and the palm of his hand touched the red inverted triangle mark in the middle of the grip guard.
My heartstrings suddenly tightened, and my hand holding the gun didn't move. One second, two seconds...
The pistol has neither deformation nor other abnormalities.
The crow's demeanor did not change, it was still high-spirited and silent, but it did not fly away from his shoulder.
Lei Yue continued to hold his breath, not sure if it was a psychological effect. Although the pistol was calm as before, there was an indescribable and subtle feeling in his heart.
The rain that hit his rotten face became colder and colder. He was confused about the situation when he suddenly heard another fierce dog barking in the distance.
There was a flashlight on the other side of the concentration box, and the caretaker's yelling could be heard:
"Stop barking. What kind of thief can there be in this damn weather? You're almost mentally ill. I'm just going to check it out. If nothing happens, I'll kill you and make you a dog meat stew!"
Lei Yue immediately came to his senses. The watchman was about to come out to patrol the area and would be here soon...
"Let's go first." He exhaled, without further questioning the silent crow, he hid the pistol that he had not yet studied clearly in the arms of his windbreaker, turned around and walked on the dirt road, and hurried away from the original road.
After bypassing several piles of rubbish and almost walking away, Lei Yue looked back.
This garbage dump is like a huge cemetery, filled with corpses of various electronic products abandoned by people, and the weird corpse of the shotgun man is half lying there, all washed away by heavy rains.
"Shotgunman...goodbye."
Lei Yue stopped and then continued walking. Soon, his figure disappeared into the rain together with the crow on his shoulder.
On the other side, because the old yellow dog really refused to stop barking, the caretaker had to reluctantly walk out of the container with an umbrella and flashlight and a big belly to take a look around.
"Why are you barking? There's no one there, not even a single ghost."
The caretaker cursed as he walked, but as soon as he turned an intersection, the complexion on his fat face turned pale, and the umbrella in his hand began to tremble violently, causing the rain to splash even more.
"Ahhh..." The guard wanted to say something but couldn't. Suddenly his whole body became weak and he collapsed on the muddy ground.
"Call the police, yes, call the police...it's none of my business, it's not my doing..."
The barking of dogs in the distance became even more fierce. The caretaker finally took out his cell phone with great difficulty and trembled. He dialed the alarm number and said intermittently that he was about to cry: "Someone is dead, someone is dead... Someone here is dead..."
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The rain continued to fall at night, and the rain did not stop until the piercing sirens of police cars sounded in the garbage dump.
When several policemen saw the strange body of the deceased, they were stunned with fear. Some did not know what to do, so they had to call the command center to report and ask for help.
As the night grew darker and the rainstorm became heavier, the scrap recycling yard was blocked off, various police cars lined up, and groups of investigators from different departments arrived one after another.
At this time, another black heavily armored off-road vehicle arrived and parked next to the blockade where the crime occurred.
The two front doors of the off-road vehicle opened and two people stepped out.
One looked at a strong man in his thirties, wearing a military green vest and khaki pants. He had a burly body, arms bigger than other people's thighs, a short head, and a face full of flesh.
The other woman was younger, in her twenties or sixties, with a slender figure, wearing a red jacket and overalls, with long black hair tied into a high ponytail, and a serious expression on her beautiful face.
As soon as the two got out of the car, they strode straight to the scene of the crime. Upon seeing this, a young policeman responsible for maintaining order at the blockade immediately stepped forward and shouted: "Hey, stop, who are you?"
No one can touch the body before the forensic on-site investigation team takes action, let alone these two guys with unknown origins?
But immediately, the police chief not far away became anxious. He quickly stopped his men and said in a low voice, "I've made you stupid. You don't have a good eye! Those are people from the Special Investigation Bureau."
"Ah?" The young policeman was stunned. The Special Investigation Bureau had heard some rumors.
It is a special elite department, full of mysterious rumors. It is said to be responsible for investigating the most bizarre, bizarre and difficult cases. It has terrifying powers and every agent is extremely skilled...
At the same time, the police chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked up to him with a smile on his face, greeted the two agents from the Special Investigation Bureau, and then reported the case:
"The caretaker can't say anything. We are already checking the nearby surveillance cameras, but most of the surveillance cameras in this area are broken and have not been repaired all year round... So, nothing has been discovered yet..."
The two special agents obviously did not expect the ordinary police to investigate. After hearing this, they both nodded and asked them to continue the investigation and surveillance, and then went up to see what happened to the body.
"Fuck, it's not a small matter." The big man was startled when he saw the corpse covered with withered moss and vines, "It's not a small matter..."
The woman in red also frowned, put on gloves and went up to conduct some on-site inspection. Then she checked the body and found a small notepad.
She immediately flipped through her notepad, and the expression in her eyes changed, a little unbelievable and a little overwhelmed.
"Look at this." The woman raised the notepad in her hand and said in a deep voice: "This deceased is the shotgun man. I recognize his appearance, and this notebook proves it."
"Who?" The big man also put on his gloves, went to take the notepad, flipped through it, and thought about it. Suddenly, he glared, "You mean... the shotgun man!?"
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