I just finished killing people, and when the police boyfriend went home, I got scared and threw the body into the kitchen cabinet.
Take off his glasses and wash my hands and I’ll come out of the kitchen and look at his face and ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He grabbed his hair with his hands, and he said, “This time I was wrong. We stayed for 40 hours, but he didn’t come. I’m sorry.
I brought him a glass of water and looked at him with a clean face, reminding him, “Is it possible that he has come, but you didn’t find it?” I’m sorry.
At the moment, his eyes changed…
One.
My name is Qin Yi. I’m a serial killer.
40 hours ago, I sent an anonymous delivery to the police, telling them I was going to kill the eighth person.
It’s been three years since I last killed, and although the task force is still pursuing it, most people forget that there was once an extremely cruel killer who killed seven people in just six months.
When the police received the delivery, it was natural to be hostile, because I would have warned in advance of every killing, but I had been able to do so every time, which put pressure on the police.
Until the time of the killing of the seventh man, the provincial council sent a particularly powerful police officer, who is now my boyfriend, Suven.
On that occasion, when I was caught by him, and he shot me, and I was taken to the hospital, the doctor said that if the bullet was even a little more, I would surely die.
They finally caught me, but they didn’t know I was the killer.
Right, who can think of a murderous murderer who can’t believe that he’s a little girl?
Moreover, my family background, work, personal relations, they can all find out, so they concluded that I had accidentally entered the scene of the murder and was so unfortunately shot by the police.
In order to investigate the case and to express his apologies, during my stay in hospital, he ran to the hospital for three days, two days, and he fell in love with me under my elaborate design, and I became his natural girlfriend.
After all, what’s more than a cop’s girlfriend hiding my killer’s identity?
But he doesn’t know that I am God, and those whom I choose are lucky.
They were ordinary people among the people, as small as ants, because I chose them to leave a mark on the river for an endless period of time, and I made their names engraved in the hearts of the people, and after a few years, when they were mentioned, they could still know who they were.
But how can God tolerate provocation?
So, I swear, I must give Suven the strongest revenge and let him know how serious the consequences of the provocation are.
At this moment, he looked at me with his eyes full of shock, then reacted quickly, and took out his cell phone and made a phone call to his family and friends, so he took a breath, and then he held me in his arms, saying, “You are the closest person to me, and you were involved in the last case, so be careful, very recently, and I fear that he will cause you trouble.” I’m sorry.
Ha ha ha!
I laughed in my heart, and put my face on his chest: “Don’t worry, I’m not the ignorant little girl three years ago. I’m the girlfriend of Sioux police officer, and his name has been stunned. I’m sorry.
And I comforted him that he had not caught him, but at least he had failed, and your efforts were not wasted. I’m sorry.
He agrees with the nod.
I can’t help but wonder how much the shock felt when he found the body in his kitchen cabinet.
Two.
Sullivan’s asleep.
But the night owls on the Internet, they’re talking.
They’ll always be my accomplices.
Every time I’m done killing people, they make them talk on the Internet, and then I’m in the middle of it.
I was worried that I would not know how to kill, so I just came as they said, and then they said, “God predicts.”
Forget it, they’re also online scolding the police for being incompetent, saying what they can deduce, and the professional police can’t, asking, “What kind of waste is the people’s taxation?” I’m sorry.
That’s it?
I’m really calling for the police.
Ask a couple of professional police officers to conclude that the next person to kill is a woman because of a lipstick mark on the body?
Which of the investigators decided that the next target was a writer because a pen appeared at the scene?
Whose mind is it that combines the two in the assumption that the eighth person I’m going to kill will be an “immediate female author”?
It’s not logical!
But if I don’t kill anyone, I’ll do as you say!
Keyboarders are now calling on major web sites to determine the safety of their own network authors (not, rather, life or death).
There was a live line on the Internet, but all the female authors who had a little success on the site were asked to show their faces on the air and show that they were still alive.
It also provides for the prohibition of makeup and beauty.
This?
An ugly Internet author might rather die.
And there’s a bunch of fans, high-profile calls for their favorite authors.
A woman with a small amount of fire wearing a mask for allergies, even though no one believed it, had to be accused of being the murderer, forcing her to remove it under the guise of caring for her well-being.
As a result, her allergy swollen mouth made a lot of chickens laugh in the air and little rockets were brushed with “bush.”
I can’t help but remind them that when they are so happy, “Does he have to kill the famous online author?” Seven people died in front, none of them famous. I’m sorry.
In a moment, there was a silence on the air.
The images were once as static as the carcasses.
Later, the moderator was unable to take up his words and had to change the subject to say, “No victim is the best.
“I’m sure the police will give us an answer.
“Perhaps the killer was making a mistake.
“If he’s so good, how come he hasn’t done it in three years? I’m sorry.
The stupid, pig-like webmates were brought to the beat at once, but at the same time, there was an account number with an expression of tears:
“My wife is an Internet author, but she’s been writing a lot of work without fire. She left at 5:00 this afternoon. I’m sorry.
“This is her page.” I’m sorry.
People crawled in, and I couldn’t light, but soon the author’s name, Red Candle, was on fire.
However, immediately there was another voice of doubt: “This man must have come to deceive traffic.” I’m sorry.
“It’s just, I can’t get in touch. I called the police. I’m sorry.
The man said, “I’ve called the police, but the police say adults are missing for 24 hours, and most importantly, we had a fight, which they thought was a family dispute. I’m sorry.
“We can call the police once again, and now we’re connected to the Supei police station.” I’m sorry.
One of the female police officers was on the phone and, in the face of the various problems of the facilitators, she could only say, “No comment.” I’m sorry.
As a result, there was another noise of the police eating white.
Of which, Suven was the first to bear the brunt.
“It’s been three years since the provincial department was transferred. I’m sorry.
“Could we? Change if we can’t. I’m sorry.
“When you came here, you said how powerful you are. Now what? It’s all over before. I’m sorry.
“Soving out of Jiangbei. I’m sorry.
“The Gangbei People’s Union and up, our taxes don’t feed waste. I’m sorry.
It’s not funny.
I was looking up, and I suddenly felt there was someone behind me, and as soon as I turned back, I found Sooven standing behind me, and I panicked.
I rushed to black screen the computer and said, “Do you know that people are scary and scary? I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer me.
As a police officer, his vigilance was never covered.
He knocks on the keyboard, he clicks on the computer, and my input box says, “This author, I know. I’m sorry.
3
Lucky!
“Soving Out of Gangpei” is full of screens.
I rushed Soving back, and then sideways, blocking the entire screen.
And We comforted him with kindness, saying, “Do not look at these things on the Internet.” I’m sorry.
As a special police officer who has achieved remarkable success at an early age, Soving’s psychological capacity is specially trained, but cyberviolence is better at penetrating people’s hearts than slash-and-gun bullets, and I clearly sense his inner frustration.
“They don’t know anything. They know all kinds of shit. I’m sorry.
Listening to me, he relaxed a little, his eyes fell down on my hand, and suddenly, he looked at my hand, grabbed my hand, and looked at the scratches on my finger: “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
What else?
It’s when you kill someone.
If you kill so many people, you’ll be better at fighting.
When I dragged her to the kitchen, she pulled a needle out of her pocket and cut it right into my hand, but it was so deep, it was so long, it didn’t come to my attention.
I’m mad at you. I’ve got a few more.
“It’s all right. I’ve got a little horn on my desk. I’m sorry.
“Did you take care of it?”
“Well, I understand his work very well, “Don’t worry, I’m Officer Sue’s girlfriend and I can take care of myself. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry to keep you company, but it always brings you bad feelings. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with guilt and lifted up his big, warm hand and touched my face.
Frightened!
Brother, you have to solve the case
Is it appropriate to flirt with your girlfriend?
I looked out the window, and the sky was a little bright, but if he hadn’t been resting for 40 hours, he wouldn’t have gone to sleep, and now that he’s awake, he won’t sleep again.
And I turned away from his eyes: I will make you noodles and eat them, and do not worry about me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t understand the Internet, I won’t be affected by it. He specifically instructed me, and said, “I’ll cook noodles, you eat and rest.” I’m sorry.
Yes!
He’s going into the kitchen.
Good looking.
The lockers with the bodies were connected to the gas pipes, and there was nothing in them, but the doors were not completely closed to ensure that they were ventilated.
He’s got so much observation, he’ll find out.
And I retransmitted the message, adding, “She worked in my house at the hour, and I spoke to her after 5:00, so be well.” I’m sorry.
I have a second sentence in my heart: “…is dead.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think it’ll be enough for Soven to find the body.
That’s weird!
I can’t help but go to the kitchen and find out.
But the closer I get, the more nervous I get.
It feels so exciting!
At the same time, it’s exciting!
If I walk by it, “Let me do it.” I’m sorry.
And before the tails went down, I had my eye on Sovina.
He was crouching on the ground, looking at the body without an expression, as though he had examined it as if it had been a tool, as though he had seen it, and heard my voice, and he naturally lifted his eyes, and turned against me.
Not happy.
He didn’t get excited?
And he looked at me with too much in his eyes to make me forget the reaction.
In the end, I had to act like I had a huge shock and fainted.
It was only then that Suwen became nervous and cried out with concern: “Yi.” I’m sorry.
4
I’ve been so busy, I’m so tired.
I really fell asleep in the dizziness.
When I wake up again, I’m in the hospital.
It feels like the whole world is talking about the news that the body of the eighth victim was found at the Soven’s house.
They all said it was the killer’s revenge.
The killer hated the fact that Suven had found the place where he killed the seventh person in time.
In fact, at that time, I was able to get rid of the suspicion completely, except for my good preparation for the killing, where there was a reasonable justification for being there, the main reason being that Sullivan had fired two shots at that time, one bullet on my body, but the other bullet could not be found.
They assumed that the only possibility was that the bullet had hit the killer, but he had not hit him to the point where he had escaped.
I’ve been trying to figure out who was hit by that bullet for years.
No idea.
On one hand, there was only the victim’s blood at the scene, except for my blood; on the other hand, assuming normal people were shot, they would certainly go to the hospital.
At that time, however, the police had searched hospitals, clinics, pharmacies, doctors and even barefoot doctors and veterinarians all over Jiangbei, and did not find anyone to treat the gunshot wounds.
That’s enough proof that he’s not normal.
He could be a man capable of saving himself after being shot.
For example, a well-trained policeman like Sovan, or a gangster who’s been through the war.
But I’ve never been associated with a gang.
I just love the feeling of killing, but I never wanted to be a gangster.
But why did this man show up at my murder scene?
Did he see me kill anybody?
Suppose he saw it. Why would he help me hide it?
He never contacted me after that.
In any case, he’s like a ghost. He’s come all the way.
However, it is not in the way.
As long as he shows up, I’ll kill him.
“Sister-in-law. I woke up, and Suven’s little fan brother, Qin Ho, came in a hurry to say hello. I’m sorry.
And when I saw his sad face, I realized, and I rushed to ask, “Where is Arvin?” I’m sorry.
Brother Mann, he…
“What’s wrong with him?”
Qin Ho said, “Wen was taken to investigate and someone will be here to take your statement.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been tearing up two tears, but I’ve seen so many sad novels before I practiced the professional skills: “Red Sister? Is it Red Sister?”
Qin Ho noded and suddenly he got angry: “Why didn’t he die of that piece of shit?
He wanted to stop, but he didn’t say I knew.
Red’s dead husband must have sold dozens of novels on the Internet as much as possible.
In this time of traffic, that’s not a small amount of money.
Besides, I’ve seen a few of her works.
In fact, it’s pretty good-looking, it’s just too real, so I can’t breathe, so I don’t make money.
If it was 20 years ago, you’d get a League Prize or something.
She’s been on the air since last night, and now she’s really dead.
Qin Ho is depressed: “But I don’t know why he went to Red instead. I’m sorry.
“How painful was the process of cutting her throat with a knife, a knife, a knife, and a knife? I’m sorry.
The little guy who’s just been a cop, he’s still too good.
Everything?
Actually, she’s not that painful either.
I’m in pain.
24 knives is a chance for her to escape 24 times, oh, no, and then 4 knives just to vent.
I gave her 20 chances, but she didn’t repent.
5
Qin Ho threw himself up.
It’s scary because of the “killer.”
That’s it. The police are here to take my statement.
But I’ve prepared everything.
I have an alibi.
I left work at 5:30, and there was a straight subway from the company, but the company had to walk to the subway, to the subway, to the house, for about 40 minutes.
In the event of an accident, the forensic medical report will assume that the deceased died at around 5.
However, according to normal minds, the killer also needed sufficient time to organize the scene.
I can’t kill people in two.
“When did you get home? I’m sorry.
“It should be 6:20. I’m sorry.
“So precise? I’m sorry.
“Because my life is regular, or I’m at work, or I’m at home, usually at 6:10, but yesterday, when I was down on the subway, I was pushed, pushed down and walked a little slowly. I’m sorry.
I don’t know anyone who came to ask questions.
Probably because the murder was at Soven’s house, so everyone who had a relationship with him avoided the case.
As for Qin Ho, he’s not officially here.
That’s why they put me on watch.
And that’s the way Sovin does it, and he’s worried about me, so he’s trying to get someone I’m familiar with to calm my heart, after all, in his heart and in his eyes, I’m a little girl who can’t take care of himself.
I remember, three years ago, I was lying on a sick bed, with my eyes open, looking at his handsome and decent face and saying, “Don’t, don’t contact my family, I’m afraid…”
Isn’t this man, especially a man who thinks that he has responsibilities and responsibilities on his own, to enjoy this sense of protector?
“When you came home, you never went into the kitchen? I’m sorry.
“I went in the kitchen to boil water and bubble noodles,” I cried, “but I didn’t find anything in the house, as usual, me, I… did the killer come at me? Because I wasn’t home, so I was there.”
I can’t cry for myself, I’m so sad, I have to eat more, I’m tired.
“What’s Suven got home? I’m sorry.
“At about 7:00, I was chasing the show, and when he came back, he happened to see a play, and I threw the trash into the kitchen’s special, and just washed his hands, and he came back, and that’s about it. I’m sorry.
“And?”
“The case was followed by so many people, he was under a lot of stress, he didn’t catch anyone, he was frustrated, he didn’t eat anything, he went to sleep. I’m sorry.
What else does he want to ask me? Do you still suspect that Mann is the murderer? I’m sorry.
I’m covering my chest hard, “Or do you suspect I’m the killer?” I’m sorry.
I’m so soft.
So kind.
You guys suspect me?
That’s too much!
However, the murder scene was deliberately placed at home in order to raise their suspicion.
“Just regular questioning. “If you think you’re all right, come with us, assuming the killer is really coming for revenge, you’ll be in danger.” I’m sorry.
I insist, “I want to see Arabic.” I’m sorry.
“Do you know how much impact a corpse has on a cop’s house? The man suddenly yelled at me.
I can imagine!
But he didn’t show.
Happy birthday.
Six.
Since I fell in love with Sioux, I’ve been traveling between all kinds of cops.
Since I killed the first man, I knew this crowd was my natural enemy.
I naturally want to know them well.
At first, the police were a little scared, but later I found that they were nothing special and took off their uniforms, and they were no different from, and even more common and stupid.
As a result, I enjoyed playing with them, or fighting with them.
I was taken to the police station, and as soon as I got out of the car, I heard the sound of Suven’s upcoming mental breakdown:
“For what?
“This is my case. I looked into him for three years.
“Why do you say I’m not involved? I’m sorry.
I have known him for so long that he, like his name, and his gentleness, even in the face of the inmate, carries with him the kind of cold and noble.
Anyway, he’s rarely, let alone crazy.
I went in and saw him wrinkled like a dead body, red eyes with emotional entanglements, so intense as to blow his eyes apart, and his madness and collapse became even more evident in his messy beard.
He stood in the middle, surrounded by a group of people, but no one dared to come near him, and no one dared to answer his questions.
Fearing that his inner suppressed chords had been broken completely, but with no place to excrete, he had to do his best to shout three times, and that feeling of helplessness and incompetence had made me feel a little uncomfortable.
No one understands him.
And no one comforted him.
And finally, he made peace with himself, and he came to an elderly man, and he prayed, “Let me follow, no one knows him better than I.” I’m sorry.
But Chen is not moving, and he says, “Stop your job to protect you. He has come to your house. This is your house cleaner. Next time? I’m sorry.
“No, I won’t give him that chance. I’m sorry.
And then he was like, “No, no, we were wrong from the beginning.
“Zhang Tianbao, People’s Teacher, 38.
“Ho Fengxia, old Chinese doctor, 56 years old.
Chen Kai, delivery boy, 25 years old.
“Tang Gang Ling, crowd actor, 30 years old.
“Roschen, college student, 19 years old.
“Cubster, office girl, 21.
“Wan Hae-joon, programmer, 27 years old.
Yoon Hong, an online author, also works part-time as a cleaner, 35 years old.
“There is little common ground between men, women and children, and between them in all walks of life, whether they are family addresses, the nature of their work, or their habits, places of access, etc.
“It doesn’t fit the logic of a serial killer.” I’m sorry.
Soving was insane, and he told himself the whole story: “But, he killed him, he provoked the police, he provoked the law, he sent anonymous couriers, he had chosen the victims and made a perfect rehabilitation plan before the delivery.
“How the hell did he pick these eight out of so many?” I’m sorry.
These cases are more familiar than anyone else, but unfortunately, there is no evidence, not even a suspect.
And suddenly, it seemed as though he had been cut through the second line of the mandate, and his eyes were blown up, and he laughed, saying, “They have something in common.”
“They are the ones whose lives are grinding and who cannot resist.
“He’s not killing. He’s saving people. I’m sorry.
And he set up a piety, a pious gesture: He is a god.
“He just wants to end the suffering. I’m sorry.
7
“Crazy, crazy.” He’s so blue, he says, “You’re going to the safe house, and you’re not coming out without my orders. I’m sorry.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha! I’m sorry.
Once again, he got mad and angry as if the dragons were moving around in his body and screaming in his nose.
And he took off his badge and threw it on the ground with his heart: “If you do not let me look into it, I will look into it myself.” I’m sorry.
“Didn’t he come to avenge me? Come on, then. I’m sorry.
Soving drank like he didn’t care about anything.
Unfortunately, not as well.
Just happened to hit me by the cops.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
Actually, they didn’t take me at all. I just happened to be in the middle. He misunderstood.
And Suwen took me by his side: “Stop me, but do not doubt my woman.” I’m sorry.
One of the police officers warned with caution that: “Brother Mann, it’s only a regular question. I’m sorry.
But he did not hear: “What do you want to ask me? I’m sorry.
“Sovn, don’t forget that you’re a cop, and don’t forget that a cop’s job! I’m sorry.
“You just suspended my job. I’m sorry.
He tried to take me away, but so many police officers stood here and the flies looked at them and didn’t dare fly out.
“Aman, please, just ask me a question. It’s not like I haven’t been asked. “I took his hand and did everything I could to reassure him.
I’d love to rub his emotions out.
It’s as fun as the wire puppet in your hand.
“I will protect you. He solemnly promised, “I’ll find a second bullet.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, that’s the key.
I’m looking for him too.
I will never allow anyone to interfere in my affairs.
“All right. “I am not afraid.” I’m sorry.
I’m leaving, but his hands are holding me tighter.
“I believe in your police. I’m sorry.
Naturally, this bunch of shit, how could I care?
And I comforted him again: “I also believe in you, and I will surely catch the murderer.” I’m sorry.
Aah!
I can’t help but be happy when I think of the murderer he’s been trying to catch all these years, one of the pillows he’s taken care of, that despair and fragmentation will come out like a bomb.
Perhaps he is already in doubt, but he is reluctant to believe it.
He gave me a positive look and left.
Chen went to his back, saying, “Get in the safe house! I’m sorry.
But Suwen ignored him and Chen drank to a bunch of cops: “What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.
However, no one is moving.
Chen’s shoe-sucking face is getting twitched. Who wants to see dead again?”
8
Killing is a simple thing. It takes a little effort.
But how?
How to make the perfect plan for killing?
That’s the trouble.
When I was working at the firm, I screamed, and the loving (in fact gossiping) colleague came up like a fish and asked me what happened?
What else?
Naturally, I’d like you to persecute me, you low-intelligence people.
His little hand was pulled by the fucking tin.
I’m impressed.
The police will come for questioning.
At the metro, I walked deliberately to a crowded place, without accident, and I was accidentally hit and kicked.
I walked down to the camera and saw it. I was here when the victim died.
That’s not enough. After 5:00, Red called me and said to me, “Miss Qin, I’m going home. I’m sorry.
According to the results of the forensic medical examination, Sister Hung should have died before the call, which means someone impersonated her to call me.
Most of all, Sister Hung’s husband claimed she left at 5:00.
So he’s suspected of lying.
The police had to devote some effort to investigating him, and finally found that the shipment had started simply trying to tumble heat, after which he had been dug up by the police for violent domestic matters, gambling and alcohol.
Because I’m involved in two cases, so, I’m still the most suspect, they’re holding me legally, and the normal procedure is 24 hours, but they let me go.
Because, on one hand, I have an alibi; on the other hand, there is no evidence on the victim ‘ s body that can be charged against me, or even a drop of blood in the whole family.
Instead, they found some clues in the kitchen, preliminarily determining that the killer had climbed from upstairs and then entered the Soven family from the kitchen window.
This may not completely dispel their concerns, but at least they have no reason to detain me.
A policeman apologized to me, saying, “Miss Qin, this is just a normal interview, and I hope it doesn’t disturb you.” I’m sorry.
“It is my duty to cooperate with the police. * I’m getting up and I’m going to go, and I’m looking down on my face and you want to find out how I killed him? *
Not enough.
I’m God.
Mann’s side?
It is clear that they are subordinates to Chen, but their hearts are more favourable to Suven.
After all, he’s a hero.
If we don’t, it’ll be admirable to twist one of those cases he’s found before.
Actually, I sometimes admire him.
How the hell did he figure out the location I chose when I killed the seventh person?
How can you shoot me?
“It’s all right, he’s just so sad that she died because of him. I’m sorry.
This is a particularly interesting phrase.
9
Soven’s house has been sealed, and I have no place to live.
Fortunately, Qin Ho waited for me there in plain clothes and said to take me to Suven.
This little guy, he’s not a cop yet, but he’s a good cop.
But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
Even if he doesn’t send me there, I’ll find it.
When the car was waiting for a red and green light at the intersection, I saw a picture of a little girl crying “Mom” on the display of the car trading building.
I know her. She’s Red’s daughter. She’s nine years old.
Kids are the purest.
She wouldn’t do that. She must have used her daughter’s daughter to make a run for it, because he thought that his scandals were coming out, affecting her copyright.
Gross!
I’m sorry, I’m talking about the girl.
I’ve asked Hung so many times why she didn’t get a divorce.
She used to laugh at me and say, “He was not like this before.” I’m sorry.
And then he said, “Well, my daughter is still young and I want to give her a full home.” I’m sorry.
At that point, the girl was not cute at all, she was not alone, she was a chain, and she kept a woman in a cell willingly.
On that day, I asked her many times: “Will you break this chain?” I’m sorry.
But every time she answered, she said “no,” and every time she said “no,” I stabbed her.
But she never gave up and insisted on giving her daughter a full home.
I don’t get it. Did she ever think that having a father is worse than not having a father?
I see, in the end, she can’t let go of that man.
Don’t look, sister-in-law. The car started, and my eyes were still there, and Qin-ho was angry and said, “He is worse than the killer, the killer kills, he eats human blood.” I’m sorry.
I raised my lips: “You are wrong, and the murderer will always be the worst.” I’m sorry.
Qin Ho is in a state of shock, he doesn’t speak anymore.
I don’t want to talk anymore.
I was thinking about how to kill the next one.
10
Sven’s out looking for a new house. It’s private.
After getting out of the car, Qin Ho took me away for a few minutes, bending around like a maze.
It’s a question mark if you can get out of here.
By the time I arrived, Suven had converted his house into his case analysis room.
Photos and information about the case are all over the hall.
Photographs of the victims ‘ deaths appear to be confusing and orderly on the wall.
And this brings me many sealed memories.
The pleasure of killing is filled with every cell in my body.
Listening to the cry of the victims, looking at what they looked like when they were on the verge of dying, and the fear they had shown in front of me, I felt my bones stretching.
It was really fun.
But when I killed Sister Hung, that feeling had diminished.
Because she didn’t meet my expectations.
Suwen looked at me, but he didn’t want his thoughts to be interrupted, didn’t pay attention to me, and kept writing.
It took him a long time to stop.
Tired, frustrated.
Apparently, he didn’t find the answer he wanted.
At night, I sat on the couch, and he put his head on my lap, and we listened to the soft music, and we forgot for a while the unpleasant, dark things.
All of a sudden, I’m here for fun.
I bowed my head and kissed his forehead.
So he looked at me, and looked like a helpless child, eagerly seeking comfort from a woman.
After that, he touched my gun scar and asked me if it still hurt.
And when We cried before him, and We looked at him with help, and said with Our heart, ‘I am in pain, it is painful here.’ I’m sorry.
Yes!
That time, my only relative died.
My grandma.
In the course of my investigation, I heard that I had been injured and that she had died in front of the police officers who had gone to the backside when she was too sad.
To that end, Suven also has an endless apology for me.
When I was wounded, I looked after me, and in the end I made love for him.
At this moment, I have a strange feeling.
We said, “I want to have a child. I’m sorry.
Amazing!
I’ve never felt that way before.
“No way. “I’m sorry, I-I-I can’t right now, but when I finish this case, I’ll get you out of here, we’ll go to a mountain-water show, have a normal day, okay? I’m sorry.
Not good!
Give you a chance, you don’t, don’t blame me.
Soon he returned to the tense and pitiful atmosphere of the crime, where he pulled out a cigarette and threw out white smoke rings.
“Did you doubt me? I’m sorry.
“How can it be?” He looked me in the eye and looked at me. I’m sorry.
“He can raise a man in one hand and fall on the ground. Can you? I’m sorry.
“Performance tends to kill a powerful man around 170. I’m sorry.
This was the first time that he had detailed his case before me.
He said, “Your only suspicion was that you were at the crime scene, but it was an accident. I’m sorry.
He asked me not to think about it, saying that with him, I would not be wronged for nothing.
But right here, it was as if he had thought something out of the blue, and when he sat up and he said, “No different?” Not this time. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
He thought about things and left his room in his pants.
Waiting for me to get dressed, he was in a bara with all that stuff, and he ended up on Red’s victim picture.
“No harm, not to torture the murderer, not to let her die, so the time of death is not right? I’m sorry.
He was in deep self-doubt, and I looked at his busy back, and I was greedy to see the man’s charm from his coarse skin.
“Montic.
“The window?
“At 12 noon, climb in through the window, kill and leave, and then find a reasonable reason for the wound on his hand?
“The perfect evidence must have been man-made.
“Why?
“This time, compared to previous times, there was a seemingly seamless killing scene.
“Why is there no blood spray in the room? The killer’s revenge didn’t have to deal with the scene.
“So?
“The target is not Hung. Yes, me?”
Even in the back, I felt his hands shaking.
It’s as if I’m interested in men, IQ or online.
He finally figured it out, and then he turned back and happened to look at me, and I looked at him with a smile.
I can feel in his reaction how scary my smile is and how terrible my eyes are.
However, he did not have that much time to consider.
He tried to resist, but it was too late.
I’ve taken his clothes off. He can’t pull anything out of his pants.
A man who is more vigilant is relaxed in bed.
I punched him in the chest until he did, and when I opened my mouth to breathe because of the pain, I shoved the ice duck into his mouth.
It’s something that freezes in the shape of a light bulb, stuffed in the mouth, making no sound.
He was right. I was strong and, as my age grew, I grew stronger, and I wanted to kill people at all times to excrete the power of the flood in my body.
“Look at my three-year-old Sioux, who died in my hands.
“No one will ever call you a loser again. They’ll say you’re a hero.
“These days, you’re in pain, right?
“You feel right, but no one believes you, not even yourself.
“In the beginning, I was wondering, wasn’t it?
” two years in love, over a year living together, and never let go, right? I’m sorry.
I’m not going to kill him with a tool. I don’t think it’s right.
And We struck his heart with my fist, again and again, and we saw his red blood spit out of his mouth.
I found that feeling again, that “release.”
Killing him is much faster than killing Sister Hung.
I almost thought I didn’t like killing people.
Oh, no!
“Ha-ha-ha, regret it?
“You didn’t think you were the ninth, did you? I’m sorry.
I don’t know how long it took me to stop because there was no light in his eyes.
You see, he’s a trained cop who has no ability to fight me, not to mention ordinary people.
That’s not the noodle in my hand.
After a long time, the ice gradually melted, and he spits out the altered blood ice.
I stopped, too, because I wanted to hear his last words, just as I wanted to hear my grandmother’s last words.
But they said Grandma didn’t say anything and she fell and never woke up.
He breathed with his mouth wide open, and raised his hand hard, trying to touch my face, and cried out to me: “Ye, don’t kill me and kill me.” Then you were exposed. I’m sorry.
In that moment, I was numb.
My heart is numb.
Shit!
Turns out it’s not a panic feeling.
It’s a heart attack.
12
The police car finally arrived.
I got caught.
I was said to have detonated the entire network again.
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The Gangbei police station has been surrounded by people who have even instigated it, under the guise of obtaining justice for the victims.
They asked for me to be executed immediately.
How is that possible?
A bunch of law blind.
The law works for me this time.
No one will die without a trial.
Shit!
They asked me many questions, but none of them answered.
“You think you’re God, so you’re 40 hours early? I’m sorry.
“You think you can manipulate people’s lives? I’m sorry.
“Who gave you such a right? I’m sorry.
“Kill people to end their suffering?” Ridiculous!
“You think you’re strong?”
“The substance, you’re just a Loser, because you can’t kill those who can defend, so you can only reach those who are weaker than you. I’m sorry.
My interrogators are very emotional to me. After all, who doesn’t want to eat me alive?
I just smiled and told him, “I’ll give you all the above.” Forty hours of early warning, not to provoke you, but to tell you that I gave you 40 hours of saving time, but that you failed every time, you were incompetent, and they chose to leave the world.
“You are the real Loser, you have the power of the law, you have the hard-earned tax, but you still let so many people live in the depths of hell.
“You have no power to protect people, nor to relieve their suffering. You have no power but to release out all your anger to the devils as you see it. I’m sorry.
I’ve had no regrets ever since.
This has caused them to bite at me again and again, but only so, because the law provides that they cannot enforce the law violently.
Eventually, I was put in detention.
They put me in solitary because I was too dangerous.
But they’re still giving me a chance to stay out of the wind because it’s my human right.
No one is entitled to deprive me of my rights until I am tried.
It’s just their own rules of the game that they have to follow.
I want to kill again.
Are you guys shaking?
13
When it’s windy.
I feel the breath of freedom.
After all, I’m so far away from everyone. I own the whole playground.
Sunshine is mine, space is mine.
I was in a good mood looking at the panic and the fear in their faces.
I walked towards a woman.
Although I did not formally meet with her, I think she must know me. Otherwise, how can she be more afraid of me than anyone else?
Because she’s seen me really kill.
I always wondered why I wanted to kill Sister Hung, but I had to wait until she met the prediction.
I guess I’m actually in conflict, huh?
I want to kill, I want to kill, I want to kill, but I know that killing is a crime, and I’m trying to suppress the urge to kill, so I want to follow the “predictation” so that my inner struggles and problems (or guilt) can be minimized.
On the other hand, does that mean they’re driving me to kill people?
In fact, when I killed the first person, I never thought about killing the second person, because with their predictions I wanted to continue planning the next one.
I had a complete chance to go when Soven told me to go, but I saw the news on TV that the “pregnant” was caught.
In substance, I suspected the man hiding behind the keyboard.
It’s a shame. It’s a million Internet friends.
How am I supposed to pick out the man who’s trying to control this?
Kill another one!
Yoon Hong’s death is worth most.
She can help me get back at Sven, and she can help me catch the woman in front of me.
So she gets the most.
Not only has she been able to break away from suffering for ever, but her story has finally been accepted by the public.
Most importantly, her husband would marry a new wife with the money to buy copyright and then give her daughter a “complete” home.
Naturally, simply speaking online, the police would not have her in custody.
However, when the police approached her for questioning, they found a second bullet in her home.
Even if she had argued, she wouldn’t understand. How did this bullet end up in her house?
At this moment, she looked at me with horror, pointing at the high guard post, reminding me, “Look, Qin, there are machine guns everywhere. You cannot kill me. I’m sorry.
I did not listen, I approached her again, and she stepped back until she reached the wall.
She shouted, “You cannot kill me. We are protecting you. Can’t you wonder who your parents are? Don’t you want to know what kind of secret you’re hiding behind your back? I’m sorry.
No! No!
I just want to kill.
I put my hand around her neck, and I brought up her body, and I looked at her red face, and I was really excited, and I had great satisfaction inside.
Until a gunshot.
I just felt the wind blowing in the back of my head, and I took away all my strength.
In the end, I fell on the ground.
With that woman.
“We save you from your weakness in the name of God, so that you may come to live in the light, not in the shadows. I’m sorry.
Even if I die, I say that.
14
It is said that people look back before they die.
And in my memory, I had no parents, and I lived with my grandmother in an old house in a ditch.
I never cried when I was little, but I laughed.
I laugh every day.
But I grew up and Grandma said I should go to school.
The teacher taught me to recognize “The Heaven and the Earth, You and Me” and to sing “The School Song”.
I’m the best in class.
The teacher always says I’m smart and it makes sense.
The more I grew up, the more beautiful I was.
Until I was 13 years old, I started going further to school, and I had to stay in school.
Every time we check my bed, our schoolmaster looks at me and often calls me to his office to teach me alone.
He said my hand was too rough to wear a scent.
He took out a box of hand cream and touched it in my hand and then started touching it in my face.
During the summer, he visited my house.
Found out I had only one grandma who had to bend over at the age.
He tried to get his hands on me, and I slapped him in the middle of the resistance.
I swear I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t realize I was so strong.
My grandmother and I threw him into the septic tank, and no one knew he had come to my house, so he was missing and no one came to inquire about him.
Then Grandma let me go and told me never to come back and that even if she died, I wouldn’t go back.
And then I went to school, and I went to college.
But I can never forget that.
The worst thing is that I am not forgetting his aggression against me, but the pleasure of killing.
Since then, I’ve had the urge to kill every day.
But I was educated to tell me that it was wrong.
Murder is a crime.
Only the devil can kill.
I took control of myself.
But then I couldn’t help it.
I killed another teacher. No, I was saving him.
I save you in the name of God, no one. May you not be kidnapped in your next life and become a good husband and a good father.
Zhang Tianbao
And We save your vanity in the name of God, and pray that thou be not bound by the name of the next life, an angel that exists only to heal and save.
Ho Fengxia
I save you from poverty in the name of God, so that in your next life you will not have to exchange your health for money to be a rich man with a family full of wealth.
Chen Kai
In the name of God, I save you from your stubbornness, and may you be born with a gift, beautiful as a fairy, in the show world.
— Tang Ling
And We have saved thee by the name of God, and thy foolishity, and that thou mayest not be shackled in thy life by thy own love, and shall desire to be free as thou mayest.
– Robert.
I save you from fear in the name of God, and may you live with courage and fear, be invincible and say no to all injustice.
Children
In the name of God, save your incompetence. May you come to learn, wise and wise, and write the code you desire.
Wang Haijun
In the name of God, save your foolishness. May you come to be sober and independent, and stay away from scum, and love yourself and others.
YOON Hong
In the name of God, save you from your duty, and may you not be enslaved in your next life by duty, and that you may love those you love, and do what you wish. -Sovien.
You don’t think I let him go, do you?
15
That moment, I did intend to spare Sullivan.
So there’s a lot of acting. It’s real.
I used to look at him like a helpless child with a pathetic eye.
I used to have shame in front of him, showing a woman.
I used to laugh at him, leaning in his arms and eating snacks and watching bubbles.
At that moment I was greedy with him every second.
I couldn’t bear to kill him.
I can’t imagine what I’d be like without him.
And his large and warm hand touched my face, and said, “Yes, I am, I am…”
But he hasn’t said anything for a long time, and he wants to tell me something, but it stops.
And finally, he looked at me with tears in his eyes, and looked at me with a heart: “How can you be so poor, Iy? I’m sorry.
This succeeded in pissing me off.
Ridiculous!
How dare he show me mercy?
I’m manipulating his life and his death. How dare he call me pathetic?
I’m God.
I destroyed his heart again and the light of his life.
Only this time, not fists, but claws.
My hand pierced his flesh like a hawk, and I pulled out his heart.
It’s a red heart. It’s probably the legendary Red Son’s heart.
Since you stole my heart, I’ll take it from you.
It wasn’t good enough. I had a knife on him and I carved my name, Qin Yi.
Who named me that?
I don’t know.
But I know that that name will always be high on the history of human processes.
I’ll always remember it, because it’s the mark of the next life I recognize with Sioux.
He’s not a cop.
So when I kill again, he won’t shoot me.
16
The secret behind it.
My name is Sowu. I’m Soving’s twin brother.
I was saddened by the news of his accident and gave up all my work and returned to my country from a distant country.
The first thing I did back home was help him sort out his belongings.
His personal effects are not much.
Not even something special.
It was probably the professionalism of the police, and he became a habit of cleaning up his past so that I could not even find a decent picture at a time when the police were trying to recognize him.
In order to restore his computer data, I took months of my ability to find a big secret.
On his computer, he had a very secret ice website that sent him messages.
A few simple task orders, which amazes me.
1 Redeployed to Jiangbei City in charge of serial killings.
No. 7 The victim ‘ s time and address is …
Three near Qinyi.
Let Qin Yi fall in love with you.
Five to protect Qin Yi.
The last one was sent on the day the body of the eighth individual was found.
I don’t know who gave him the task, but he’s obviously doing it.
Even he couldn’t help but fall in love with his prey, otherwise he would not have died so badly.
I decided to dig deep to figure out who was behind the ice website.
It’s hard, but it’s not gonna kill me.
Finally, I deciphered and I successfully joined the site.
They call themselves “the world’s architects”.
But now they’re calm, nothing.
I can only find their past.
The site sent a message to all users: “Qin can’t die.” I’m sorry.
All the users answered: “For a better tomorrow I will die for the protection of Qin. I’m sorry.
How can there be so many followers behind a woman who kills without blinking?
Most importantly, I also found out that Soving’s little fan was one of the users, but he disappeared when he died and no one knew where he was.
Who the hell is Qin Yi?
What’s the secret behind her?
Did she know that she lived in a giant bird cage and that all people looked at her with God’s eyes?
Unfortunately, the man is dead and the clues are completely broken.
However, just as I was unable to find out, I received information from the website.
Qin’s not going to die.
Following, the camera automatically turned on.
The first thing I saw was an eye, close to the camera, slowly pulling, and I saw an eye, a face, the upper half of a person.
At the end of the shot, a pregnant woman with a bellyache smiled at it.
That smile was creepy.
Even though she was blessed by her pregnancy, I recognized her as Qin Yi.
I swear to God, we have to find the secret behind Qin and find the man who gave the order to Sowen.
I want to know if he’s an undercover officer of the police under ice, or an undercover officer of the police under ice?
It’s important.
It’s about the meaning of his existence and the honour after his death.
Case number: YX01m3dM1yAjlW9vj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
