The monster villain of the extraordinary world

Chapter 3
A flash of lightning tore the night sky, and the black rain fell more and more.

Shua, Shua, Lei Yue looked at the small black-covered notebook.

After the title page, there are some messy, scattered, and repetitive words written on it, the most of which is "Jack the Ripper".

"Jack the Ripper?" He muttered softly, and saw that there were several pages with the title repeated line by line.

The author seems to have fallen into a crazy mood, and sometimes words such as "serial killer", "demon" and "this murderous maniac must be caught" will be written later.

There are also some symbols and patterns in the notebook that he can't understand, as well as some crossed out and blackened paragraphs.

There are very few sentences, only a few sentences, and they are also repeated many times:

[Jack the Ripper arrived in Dongzhou, it must be Dongzhou]

[Why Furong Village? 】

[Dongzhou will be polluted, but there is still time to stop it! 】

"Hmm." Lei Yue frowned, and sorted out the situation based on the existing clues: "This man named Shotgun Man is tracking down a serial killer named Jack the Ripper. Arriving here..."

"Shotgun Man", "Jack the Ripper", these are nicknames, right?

Lei Yue knew what "Jack the Ripper" 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 many prostitutes in succession, and sent the deceased’s organ fragments and signed letters to the police and newspapers for provocation, but he was never caught. No one knows who it is.

And the Jack the Ripper that the gunman is now tracking is probably as cruel as it is, which is why he got this nickname.

Lei Yue looked at the chest and abdomen of the man's corpse, where a large mass of internal organs were exposed, obviously he had been disembowelled...

However, he thought about it and looked around, and found that there were no traces of fighting or gunfights here, otherwise there should be a lot of scraps that were overturned and messed up, not as neat as it is now.

"This is not the first scene of the crime, and it doesn't look like the scene where the body was dumped. The gunman may have fought with the murderer and ran here when he was dying...Is the murderer still in Furong Village?"

Lei Yue stretched out his body and looked into the distance, but his eyes could not penetrate the rain curtain, he could only see a huge shadow shrouded in the distance.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have a clear idea, so he took a photo of every page of the book with his mobile phone, paying attention to turning off the synchronization and sending it to the cloud, only keeping it locally.

Then, he put the notebook back into the inner pocket of the man's coat, so that the police could also get these clues to investigate and solve the case.

After finishing all this, Lei Yue thought that there was nothing else to do, should he leave?

Did the crow bring me here to let me know about this strange murder?
What kind of way out 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, and there was still something that had not been dealt with.

I missed some important details, the puzzle is still missing a piece...

"What is it?" Lei Yue looked around again, saw the rotten garbage pile, corpses, and pistols on the ground, and was wondering, when suddenly a discovery flashed like a bolt of lightning.

Wait, he shook his head in surprise and blinked, knowing that something was wrong.

"pistol!?"

Why, how did it turn into a pistol, Lei Yue quickly used his mobile phone to identify whether it was a hallucination.

The mobile phone screen showed that what fell on the muddy ground next to it was indeed a heavy pistol.

The shape of the pistol is tough and exquisite, divided into two distinct colors from the middle of the gun body, 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, a little confused, wasn't that a short-barreled shotgun just now?
The rain was pouring down, black ripples constantly splashing from the cesspools on the muddy ground.

I don't know when, the short-barreled shotgun has changed, only the logo has not changed, but the color has faded a lot, from blood red to light red.

"Did I remember wrong?" He frowned suspiciously, no, although he didn't take a photo, he clearly remembered that the gun just now was a black shotgun.

The shotgun man is called the shotgun man because of the shotgun.

As Lei Yue recalled, he immediately checked the photos he had just taken in his cell phone. The title page of the notepad said "Shotgun Man", which was correct.

It's this gun that's weird!Like the other oddities here.

"What's going on here?" Lei Yue turned his eyes to the mold and vines on the gunman's corpse, the fleshy slime mold on the waste everywhere around him, and the glowing twigs...

Suddenly, amidst the sound of rustling rain, he just stared and saw that these fungal plants that were still growing and spreading just now, with the gunman's corpse as the center, suddenly withered in large areas.

This garbage dump is rapidly changing from being full of gloomy vitality to lifeless, and the soil seems to be withered.

This change also happened to the gunman's corpse at the same time. The microorganisms in his skin, heart, lungs, and intestines first became dull in color, and then they were like dead branches and leaves, which could be blown away by the strong wind at any time.

It seems that as the gunman's death time passed a certain critical point, the little vitality that remained in the corpse before, or the abnormal damage suffered, all withered.

The torrential rain is rapidly washing away the withered fungal plants everywhere, and the red mark of the pistol continues to fade.

"This..." Lei Yue narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings, his heart was beating heavily, and messy thoughts flashed through him.

But he can only be sure of one thing: what happened here is unusual, this world is not as simple as it appears.

And this gun is involved in it, hiding secrets, which may be enough to subvert a person's past life.

And this, this opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate, isn't it exactly what I want...

Even if it was a gun, if it was taken away secretly, it might be tracked down by the police and caught, and even cause other related troubles... But now that my mother-in-law is gone, what do I have to be afraid of now?

Once the idea of ​​holding a gun arises, Lei Yue's mind jumps, and the surprise caused by the changes around him is turning into curiosity and eagerness to try.

"Friend, what do you mean..."

Looking at the pistol, he murmured to the crow in the sky: "This gun is my way forward? Should I pick it up 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 Yue just thought so, but the huge force of the crow's fall made his heart palpitate, the claw almost split him like a sharp knife...

He looked sideways slowly, and the crow looked like a king, and his shoulders were only its throne.

Lei Yue couldn't see through the darkness in those pitch-black bird eyes, and was even a little skeptical. He didn't know whether his idea of ​​searching for corpses and picking up guns was really guided by the crow, or just a delusion.

Looking at the crow's huge beak, he felt like a lone hyena, following the crow for 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'm friends with this crow, and it's been leading me ever since!
Lei Yue gritted his teeth hard, pulled himself together, and said:

"Okay, friend, I still listen to you! Take care of food and housing, and going to prison is the only way out for young people now." He said half self-deprecatingly, half encouragingly.

Before he finished speaking, Lei Yue suddenly stretched out his right hand, brushed away the splashing rainwater, and went to pick up the black and silver pistol on the mud floor.

Slap, the five fingers of his right hand held the grip of the pistol, and his palm touched the red inverted triangle mark in the middle of the grip guard.

The heartstrings tense immediately, the hand holding the gun does not move, one second, two seconds...

The pistol was neither deformed nor otherwise abnormal.

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 subtle feeling in his heart.

The rain that was pouring onto his rotten face became colder and colder. He was not sure about the situation, so he suddenly heard another violent dog barking in the distance.

There was a flashlight on the side of the concentration box, and the yelling and cursing of the guards also came:

"Stop barking, what kind of thieves can there be in this horrible weather? It's almost mentally ill. I'll go and have a look. If there's nothing wrong, I'll kill you for dog meat stew!"

Lei Yue immediately came to his senses, the guards are going out to patrol the grounds, and will be here soon...

"Let's go first." He exhaled, and without asking the quiet crow any more, he hid the pistol he hadn't had time to study and understand in his windbreaker, then turned around and stepped on the dirt road, leaving in a hurry from the same road.

After bypassing several piles of garbage, Lei Yue looked back when he was about to go far.

This garbage dump is like a huge cemetery, full of corpses of various electronic products abandoned by people, and the strange corpses of gunmen lying there, all washed away by the heavy rain.

"Shotgun man... goodbye."

Lei Yue stopped, then continued walking, and soon, his figure disappeared into the rain together with the crow on his shoulder.

On the other hand, because the old yellow dog couldn't stop barking, the caretaker had no choice but to reluctantly walk out of the container with an umbrella and a flashlight, with a big belly, and look around.

"Why are you barking? There is no one, there is not even a ghost."

The guard scolded as he walked, but just after he turned a corner, his fat face turned pale, and the umbrella in his hand trembled violently, causing the rain to splash even more.

"Ahh..." The guard wanted to say something but couldn't say it, suddenly his whole body went limp, and he slumped down on the mud floor.

"Call the police, yes, call the police...it's none of my business, I didn't do it..."

The dog barking in the distance became more fierce, and the guard took out his mobile phone trembling with difficulty, dialed the alarm number, and was about to cry intermittently: "Dead, dead... here, someone died... "

The night rain continued, until the screeching police car honked at the garbage dump, and the rain did not stop.

When several policemen saw the bizarre corpse of the deceased, they were also frightened and dumbfounded. Some didn't know what to do, so they had to call the command center to report and ask for help.

As the night became darker and the rainstorm became heavier, the waste recycling site was blocked, and various police cars lined up all the way, and teams of investigators from different departments arrived one after another.

At this time, another black heavy-duty armored off-road vehicle arrived and stopped beside the blockade at the scene of the crime.

The two front doors of the off-road vehicle opened, and two people stepped out.

One is a man in his thirties, wearing an army green vest and khaki pants, with a burly figure, his arms are bigger than other people's thighs, his hair is short, and his face is full of flesh.

The other woman was younger, about 25 or [-] years old, with a slender figure, wearing a red jacket and overalls, long black hair tied into a high ponytail, and a serious expression on her pretty face.

The two of them strode straight to the scene of the crime as soon as they got out of the car. Seeing this, a young policeman who was in charge of maintaining the order of the blockade immediately went up to stop him and said, "Hey, stop, who are you!"

Before the forensic on-site investigation team took action, no one could touch the corpse, let alone these two guys of unknown origin?

But immediately, the police chief not far away became anxious, quickly called his subordinates, and said in a low voice: "I'm so stupid, don't you have eyes! That's a member of the Special Investigation Bureau."

"Ah?" The young policeman was stunned, Special Investigation Bureau?Heard a little rumor.

It was a special elite department, full of mysterious rumors. It was said that it was responsible for investigating the most bizarre, strange and difficult cases.

At the same time, the police chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, greeted him with a smile on his face, greeted the two agents of the Special Investigation Bureau, and then reported the case:
"The watchman can't say anything. We are already checking the nearby surveillance cameras, but most of the surveillance cameras in this area are broken, and no one has repaired them all year round... So, we haven't found anything yet..."

Obviously, neither of the two special agents had counted on ordinary police investigations, so they nodded and asked them to continue to investigate and monitor, and then went up to see what was going on with the corpse.

"Fuck, it's not a small matter." The big man was stunned 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 her gloves and went up to conduct a site survey, then checked the corpse and found a small notepad.

She immediately flipped through the notepad, the expression in her eyes changed, a little unbelievable, and a little at a loss.

"Look at this." The woman raised the notepad in her hand, her voice was a little heavy: "The dead man is—the shotgun man. I recognize his appearance, and this book also proves it."

"Who?" The big man also put on his gloves, took the notepad and flipped through it while thinking about it, and suddenly gave a bull-eyed stare, "You mean... the shotgun man!?"

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