But why did it suddenly open automatically now? There was no one in front of it, not even the voice to answer me.
Could it be that this is the door opened for me by a ghost? The man's body couldn't help but tremble, and he instinctively wanted to run home immediately, but when he thought of the furious tigress at home, if he didn't give her an explanation, he said
The nonsense about "the door opens automatically when there is no one in the room" will probably make you have another uneasy night.
There was no way, there might not be a wolf in front of him, but there was definitely a tiger behind him. The man had to be brave, push the door wider, and walk into the house tremblingly, his voice hoarse with increasingly intense fear.
It must be said,
"Don't scare me. I don't mean any harm. I just heard the noise before and wanted to ask if I could help..."
He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, as if someone had strangled his throat, and only the sound of heavier and heavier breathing could be heard.
Of course, there can't be a real ghost hiding in the darkness. What made the man suddenly lose his voice was the increasingly strong smell of blood.
When he was at the door, he was still some distance away and he was quite surprised by the door opening, so he failed to notice the faint scent of blood floating in the air.
But once he entered the room, and since he could hardly see anything clearly and his vision was blocked, people's sense of hearing and smell would be particularly sensitive, so he soon smelled the disgusting and pungent smell, like rust.
with rancid cheese.
Why was there such a strong smell of blood in the room? At this moment, he completely regretted it. The fear that quickly ignited in his heart immediately swallowed up his reason. He didn't even have time to scream and ran out of the house.
He had long since put the scoldings of his fierce wife behind him. Although he was still not sure that there must be a dead person lying in the room, the strangeness and danger he felt instinctively made him have no hesitation anymore——
Unfortunately, he reacted too late.
Zhang Ke flashed out from behind the door like a ghost, completely closing the distance between the two with a single stride, and then slapped him hard on the back, knocking him to the ground easily.
"No, don't, don't kill me, I didn't see anything-"
The man did not dare to look back, but he knew what had happened. He cried in fear and begged for mercy. Zhang Ke found it a bit funny, but he held it in and did not dare to say anything. He just casually touched the other man's neck with a knife.
"Ah——" The man was like a chicken being strangled by the neck. He screamed strangely and then fainted.
Of course, Zhang Ke had already restrained his strength very much, otherwise his muscles, which had been greatly strengthened by the red ampoule, could directly break the frail man with this knife.
"Okay, everything is going well so far, but we have to hurry up and act. God knows when that fat woman will come to our door."
Zhang Ke lifted the unconscious man with one hand and walked towards the house as easily as he was carrying a bunch of bananas. Then he threw him not far from Xu Xiaoli's body, near the door of the room.
Set up a scene similar to "accidentally entered the room and was immediately knocked unconscious by the murderer".
Then, Zhang Ke picked up the blood on the ground and traced a cross pattern next to Xu Xiaoli's body.
From the news reports he saw early in his reincarnation and the various information Qingyang collected recently, Zhang Ke learned that the murderer has a quirk or habit, that is, every time he kills a person, he must
A bloody cross was painted next to the body.
Sometimes the victim is not even dead yet, but the murderer seems to have predicted that the other person will die soon, and makes this strange mark on the murder scene in advance - and there is almost no mistake, every time
The number of deaths in the case and the number of crosses left at the scene can be accurately matched one-to-one.
Just like when the murderer blew up the police station building before, he also left nineteen crosses on the ground. According to police speculation, it is almost impossible for him to count the number of dead and draw the symbols on the spot after the attack.
, all this could only have happened before the explosion was activated, and the murderer accurately guessed that nineteen people would die here.
Therefore, once a tragic murder is discovered, the police only need to observe whether there is a blood-smeared cross at the crime scene, and they can basically determine whether it is related to the murderer.
On the other hand, if you want to blame the murderer, leaving a cross at the scene may be the most intuitive way.
"It should look like this..." Zhang Ke took a look at the crooked cross he drew. He was a little worried that the police would see through it and find that it was a fake.
However, Qingyang had previously analyzed a large number of photos of evidence at the scene and found that the cross patterns left by the murderer had nothing special in common. They were just ordinary cross patterns. Some of the patterns may have been criticized because of the crime scene.
The relationship that has been damaged to a certain extent still appears to be twisted and has no particularly unique characteristics.
Of course, Zhang Ke also understood that a cross alone was not enough. The police could not solve the case just by relying on this characteristic totem. They also needed to combine it with more powerful evidence to decisively point the murder facts to the murderer.
And this evidence is currently in Sister Lan's basement, but before going there, he still needs to deal with one person——
"You've been gone for so long and haven't come back yet. You're going to die downstairs!"
About ten minutes passed, and Zhang Ke was sure that the man showed no signs of waking up, otherwise he would have to replenish his knife.
And a rather irritable-sounding female voice came from the stairs, cursing, and Zhang Ke was slightly happy, knowing that everything would go according to his plan. This woman really had a hot temper, so she couldn't bear her temper and took the initiative.
I found it and came downstairs.
When there was no response from the corridor, but the door was ajar, she didn't show any courtesy, so she kicked open the door roughly and cursed at the top of her voice: "Why are you so crazy in the middle of the night? You're banging on the floor."
, I’m about to be..."
Similarly, she also smelled the smell of blood, and the vulgar words in her mouth suddenly got stuck. But she was bolder and calmer than the man just now. She immediately realized that something serious might have happened here, and raised the rolling pin.
To defend himself, he hurriedly raised his throat and yelled.
However, how could Zhang Ke, who had been hiding in the corner and ready to go, give her a chance to shout out? He jumped up in the air and kicked the woman in the face. She said "Ah!"
With a sound, his whole body flew out, hit the TV, and immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Help...help!!!"
Chapter completed!