movie plot shuttle ring

Chapter 1532 Hell Artist

In the early morning of the third day, the weather was still heavy rain, and the sky was completely covered by dark clouds, without a ray of sunlight, and only coldness rushed towards us.

Chen Ziang looked at the sky outside the window, wondering if it was him or something. It has been raining heavily for three consecutive days, and this weather makes people feel very depressed.

Just like yesterday, he got up and made breakfast for Winnis and then returned to the police station to continue investigating and analyzing the "Seven Deadly Sins" case, which had become a major case in Morgan City.

In order not to cause panic, this kind of case will only be announced to the public after it is fully solved, and the pressure during this period is borne by Chen Ziang, Somerset and all the police officers.

As for the director?He would only come to urge the two of them every day. Chen Ziang had no doubt that if he and Summersey were unable to solve the case, Director Andrew would put all the blame on the two of them.

Chen Ziang is not afraid of taking responsibility, but he can't stand Andrew's ugly face. Only by solving the case can he give him a loud slap in the face.

A police officer walked into the office. Chen Ziang recognized this boy. His name was Moose. He was the operator in charge of answering the police calls. The last time Winnies came to the police station, this boy stared at her for the longest time, like It's like I've never seen a woman before.

Moose said, "Deputy Detective David, someone called and asked you to answer the phone."

Chen Ziang suddenly realized something, strode over to the telephone, picked up the phone and said, "Hello, I'm Bruce David, I hope this call you made is not a nuisance call, otherwise you might end up in jail."

"Deputy Inspector David, do you want to know who killed the first three people? Go to No. 121 Hippo Road, there will be the answer you want." There was a man with a hoarse voice on the phone, his voice slightly excited.

Chen Ziang wrote down the address and asked at the same time, "Who are you? What is your relationship with this case?"

"Me? I'm an artist from hell, and now my audience is in."

Chen Ziang couldn't help cursing, "Crazy!"

"Artists—all lunatics, hehe." The other end of the phone gave a strange laugh and hung up the phone.

Chen Ziang turned to Mu Si and asked, "Have you checked? Where is this call from?"

"I checked. It's in a phone booth on Hippodrome."

Moose paid special attention to this number, which was not a private number, but a public number from a telephone booth.

"Xibo Road again?" After pondering for a moment, Chen Ziang returned to the office and informed Somerset, and the two drove to Xibo Road together.

The two did not rush to No. 121 immediately, but first came to the phone booth, which was empty.

Chen Ziang walked into the phone booth, glanced at it and saw a post-it note inside, which said "I need to wait until the work is perfect."

Chen Ziang had a hunch that the caller was the real murderer. Obviously, he regarded this serial murder case as a work, and he was really a complete lunatic.

Chen Ziang suddenly thought of a person, that is the Joker in Batman, he is also a lunatic who commits crimes for the sake of crimes, such a person regards crime as an art, and in a sense it is true.

"I guess the one who greeted us on the 121st was also a corpse." Somerset carefully put the post-it note into a sealed bag and prepared to take it back to the police station as evidence.

Chen Ziang said with a noncommittal smile, "What a coincidence, it's just as I guessed."

The two looked up at the apartment on the side. No. 121 was on the fourth floor of this apartment. The window of that room was closed tightly, and the situation inside could not be seen from this angle.

Chen Ziang and Somerset rushed to No. 121, and Somerset repeated the trick to open the door with a wire. As soon as the two entered, they smelled a strange smell.

This is a combination of the smell of blood and ashes. The source of the smell is not the living room, but the bedroom.

There was blood everywhere on the floor of the bedroom, and there were some paper scraps left after burning. The unburned paper scraps were not ordinary paper, but banknotes with the president's face printed on them.

The corpse was lying on the ground, judging from its figure, it was exactly the same as the person who entered and exited Karui's house, but at this moment he had lost his breath, and the fatal injury was a gunshot wound on the back.

It is conceivable that the person who killed him should have stood behind him at that time, and after finding the right position, he shot at his heart. The bullet shot into his body through the muscles of his back, killing him with one blow.

"Gluttony" was carved into the flesh with a knife on the dead man's chest, and three things were placed in front of his body.

A pistol, a bag of unused nutrient solution and a blood-stained dagger. If you smell it carefully, you can smell a strange smell on the dagger.

Chen Ziang analyzed, "These three things should correspond to the three people before. The murderer threatened Beverson with a pistol to die of overeating, and then used the nutrient solution to maintain Karui's life. The one inside Sandy."

Shamersey nodded and analyzed: "It has a bald head, so it is naturally impossible for it to lose its hair, and the fingerprints on its fingers have been rubbed away in advance. This is why it cannot be found at the scenes of the three cases." One hair, not a single fingerprint."

"Greed. The real murderer who faked someone to let him kill the three people, and then burned the banknotes, this person corresponds to Gluttony (greed)."

Chen Zi'ang suddenly admired the real murderer. He was able to count the person who helped him commit the murder.

The two made new discoveries. In a room, they found four photos pasted on the wall. The people in these four photos were Beaverson, Kari, Sandy and this one whose name was not known for the time being. The scapegoat dude.

Looking at the corpse, Chen Ziang couldn't help but feel sad for him. This man thought he was a chess player, but he was actually just a pawn of the real murderer.

"I'm an artist from hell. My audience has already entered." Chen Ziang murmured and repeated what that person said.

Somerset asked inexplicably, "David, what are you talking to yourself about?"

"I forgot to tell you that that person said something strange to me before he came." Chen Ziang explained.

Somerset shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is just the crazy talk of that madman."

"No, I think there may be traces. Maybe besides being a criminal, he is also a decent artist?" Chen Ziang boldly guessed.

"how is this possible?"

"Anything is possible." Chen Ziang didn't want to let go of any clues, so he left the scene to investigate.

Somerset was still standing by the window, looking at Chen Ziang walking downstairs, his eyes gradually became deeper.

(End of this chapter)