Although I kept complaining and looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and there was inevitably a feeling of helplessness in my heart.
[Now I have only found half a head, one hand, one foot... the horseman. If I follow his hiding method, I don't know how long it will take me to find all the body parts...
Alas, such a perversion is really troublesome.]
Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly, rubbed my hair, resisted the rotten smell, put the floor tiles back again, and covered the two corpses again.
As for why I don't take these things out, I have my own ideas.
First, according to my current information, the police here do not care about supernatural incidents at all, and they do not have the ability to deal with supernatural incidents.
Therefore, if I hand over the body parts to them now, because of my fingerprints, I will be regarded as the first criminal suspect at the scene, and will also be taken to the police station for investigation. People like me have no idea that Yang Chen is dead.
The guy who went through it doesn’t have any ID card. At that time, what should I do?
Therefore, calling the police now will only expose us to danger.
The second point is also the most critical point.
After all... Detective Yang Chen and I look exactly the same. Let’s not talk about our identities and origins. I just want to explain to the police what we look like and how we discovered the scene.
Two points...are enough to make me fail the mission.
More importantly...
If I can't explain clearly when I go in, I probably won't be able to get out. When they release me, things will be in a mess again, and Chen Mengting will die because she loses my protection.
And after that, the scene will be protected by the police, and I will lose the final solution to the problem, and everything will fall into a dead end.
This is a situation I don't want to see.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my choice was right. Then I stood up gently and returned to my seat with an expressionless face.
[Forget it, after finding these things, if there is no other way to deal with them, just burn them collectively. It will save you too much trouble and make me upset.]
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stand up with a wry smile, shaking my head to myself, with a look of helplessness on my face.
[I never thought that one day I would be forced to do such a perverted thing...]
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"Lord Zhisang..."
A fat man in a clown suit followed gently behind the so-called Lord Zhisang, and said to Lord Zhisang with an apologetic smile.
"What? Is something wrong?"
The so-called Lord Zhisang was wearing a black night suit, sitting gently on the black iron bucket, and kept playing with the sharp blade in his hand.
"grown ups……"
The fat clown raised his head and looked hesitantly at the dagger being played with. The dark red blade was flashing with a sharp light. Even though he was so far away, he could still smell the dagger carried by the shadow blade.
The smell of blood and murderous intent.
"Tell me what I'm most annoyed about when people stop talking mid-sentence."
As Lord Zhisang spoke, he gently threw up the sharp shadow blade in his hand, letting him roll around in the air before catching it again, and then held it tightly in his hand.
"Lord Zhisang... As far as I know, Yang Chen doesn't seem to be dead..."
The obese man in a clown suit cupped his hands with a cautious look on his face, as if he was afraid that Zhisang in front of him would get angry.
"You did this yourself, but you couldn't handle it well. Why are you asking me how to handle it now?"
Somewhat displeased, Mr. Zhisang suddenly flipped his wrist, and the shadow blade in his hand suddenly turned into a long knife, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at the fat clown's neck.
"Gulu..."
The whole room fell silent in an instant, so quiet that the only thing that could be heard was the quiet swallowing sound of the obese man in a clown suit.
"Lord Zhisang...I did kill him back then...and I cut him into pieces! So...so..."
This obese man in a clown suit rubbed his bloated cheeks together, and put the flesh on his face in a strange posture. The overlapping flesh showed a very aggrieved expression.
A series of expressions appeared in front of Zhisang, which made Zhisang frown.
"If Mingyue's clone hadn't discovered this matter today and told me about it, you might still have been kept in the dark?"
When Master Zhisang said this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and a strong murderous aura suddenly burst out: "It is also possible that you choose to continue to hide it from me..."
Under the intimidation of these words, the fat clown man who was originally panicked was even more frightened to the point where he was sweating profusely in an instant. Big beads of sweat were dripping down. For a moment, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and his lips became weak.
Black and purple, with a pale face, he looked like a dead person.
Before Zhisang could speak, the fat clown man knelt down on the ground with a thud, pretending to beg for mercy.
"Sir Zhisang... I am a villain and I am not doing things well, so please punish me. However, even if you give me ten thousand courages, I will not dare to lie to you."
The fat clown man was like a white maggot, twisting and turning on the ground. Such a scene really made those who heard it frown and those who watched it disgusted.
"Forget it, I don't dare to measure you, just get up."
Lord Zhisang sighed, seemingly disgusted by the scene in front of him.
Of course, as Lord Zhisang finished speaking, the shadow blade that had turned into a long knife turned into a dagger again, and returned to Lord Zhisang's hands, and was played with by Lord Zhisang.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
The obese man stood up with a slight surge of body, with a grateful look on his face.
Having said this, the fat clown man carefully glanced at Master Zhisang again, fearing that Zhisang might still have a displeased expression.
"Okay, I can understand you..."
When Master Zhisang said this, his face suddenly turned ferocious, and his cannibalistic face seemed a little crazy: "After all, I have also encountered this kind of situation, and I really don't know why Xia Yu was killed countless times by me.
Immortal! Since she can appear countless times... so many times, I will kill her countless times!"
"Sir...that's just..."
The fat clown man in front of him opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something to Lord Zhisang, but he didn't dare.
He was afraid that he would die if he spoke.
"That's enough! I've made up my mind. Don't say any more!"
Lord Zhisang suddenly stood up and interrupted the clown man's words. Immediately afterwards, he exuded an astonishing killing intent, including the guards present.
Everyone, including Wei, was so frightened by the murderous aura that their bodies stiffened and they remained silent, their faces full of fear.
"Lord Zhisang..."
The fat clown man gently stretched out his hand. Before he could say anything, Lord Zhisang turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the hall in the blink of an eye.
The clown man stared blankly at the throne that was no longer in use. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he saw Kong Sang's disappearing figure, and a drop of clear tears streaked across the thick oil paint on his face.
"Lord Zhisang..."
The clown man knelt on the ground helplessly and muttered to himself with a wry smile.
Tears fell down his cheeks drop by drop, and the thick oil paint was washed away and dripped on the ground.
"Lord Zhisang has already killed so many people for Xia Yu... but he still doesn't understand the truth, and there is still no connection! Lord Zhisang... there is no limit to the sea of suffering, but turning back is the end of the road..."
The clown man murmured to himself while raising his head, looking at the empty hall and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then laughed crazily.
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"She hasn't woken up yet...it's great."
I couldn't help but smile when I saw Chen Mengting sleeping soundly, and then quickly pushed the other large drawer into the table.
After packing everything, he took out the scrawled notes from his trouser pocket and read the contents over and over again.
【...I saw them again!
They... they were in the factory. "When I was writing a huge word "factory", the pen suddenly broke, and it seemed that I couldn't even finish the word."]
【There are them in the house too!
I can’t run away anymore. If you see this note, please don’t hesitate and run!]
[What was in the room he was talking about...
What is that thing? Is what he saw the same shadow as what I saw before, or is it someone else?]
"Tsk..."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a slight smacking sound while thinking quietly.
After all, once I thought that I might not be safe even in this room, an inexplicable chill came over my body, and an inexplicable sense of fear also surged into my heart.
"call……"
Trying to suppress my fear, I took a deep breath and continued to think slowly.
[And what on earth is that strange broken pen trying to write to warn me? All of these things are too expensive and weird...]
The more I thought about it at this time... the more scared I became. The chill behind me came one after another. The strong fear made my legs tremble so much that I could not control myself.
At this time, I bit my crown and punched my trembling legs hard, trying to use pain to calm me down.
[It’s okay, don’t be afraid, you are armed.]
At this time, I could only softly comfort myself, but there was no other way.
As my thinking stopped, I realized that the room was surprisingly quiet. It was so quiet that I could hear my watch ticking, and I could hear Chen Mengting's slight breathing...
However, every beat of the second hand makes me more afraid.
Even though I knew that Chen Mengting was not far from me, the strong sense of fear made me tremble all over.