I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

A rooftop of a theater.

"Double kill——"

Shen Feng hung up the call with Situ Jing contentedly, and the biting wind cut his handsome face like an ice knife.

At this moment, he stood quietly in the darkness, but his body was trembling slightly.

Like a beast about to pounce on its prey, he was suppressing his inner ecstasy.

"The seventh one, the seventh one..."

His voice was as gentle as a gust of wind.

The cold air went straight into his lungs through his nose, but it could not cool down the madness in his heart like a raging flame.

In his mind, he sketched the picture of Situ Jing struggling desperately in the trap, and Situ Jing's painful wails seemed to echo in his ears.

All this made his heart beat faster, and the blood rushed in his blood vessels, as if to break through the shackles of his body!

He closed his eyes, intoxicated in this gorgeous revenge movement, and released his soul to his heart's content.

Like the craziest and most fearless dancer in the dark abyss.

With hatred as the melody and killing as the rhythm.

According to the time, Zhong Haiyang and others should have found another surprise at this time, right?

I wonder what their expressions are at this moment?

Is it shock, anger, or the deep regret and self-blame?

Shen Feng turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a creepy silence.

Below, at the entrance of the theater, there was a billboard.

On the billboard, there was a man wearing a funny clown mask.

Below was a row of big words.

"This weekend, the story of the masked killer will be with you!"

"Ticket booking phone: XXXXXXXXX"

...

Zhong Haiyang and others rushed along the direction indicated by the arrow, and soon, a small bungalow appeared in front of them.

The moonlight sprinkled on the house, reflecting a pale white.

The surroundings were terribly quiet, with only the hurried footsteps of the crowd echoing on the snow.

The crowd quickly fanned out and surrounded the small bungalow.

Zhong Haiyang clenched the gun in his hand, veins popped on his arm, and his eyes were like torches, staring at the closed door.

What was inside?

Is the masked man inside?

Zhong Haiyang really didn't know if he would be out of control and empty the magazine directly if he was inside.

He thought, maybe he really would!

"Break the door!"

With his order, Cai Xiaoming and another police officer rushed to the door, and kicked it with the impact of running.

With a loud "bang", the door was kicked open and hit the wall heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone quickly rushed into the house, which was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

With the help of the light of the tactical flashlight and the moonlight outside the door, they saw clearly.

At the same time, everyone's hanging hearts finally died.

Hiss——

A sound of inhalation came from the room.

Cao Jianfei's hands were tied by ropes, and he had been dead for a long time.

There was a deep vertical wound on his wrist, and the blood had coagulated and frozen.

Cutting the wrist.

But unlike the horizontal cutting of the wrist that people usually know, Cao Jianfei's death was a vertical cutting of the wrist.

The shocking wound seemed to silently tell the cruelty of the murderer.

Cao Jianfei's face was twisted, but there was a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, which was scary.

This scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Zhong Haiyang only felt a "buzz" in his head, and the whole person stood still, staring at Cao Jianfei's body,

The blood on his face also faded instantly.

The people present were all experienced criminal police.

Although it is impossible to specifically infer the time of Cao Jianfei's death, it can be determined that Cao Jianfei has been dead for a long time!

As for the weird smile on his face...

That was because there was no heating in the house, and Cao Jianfei felt the colder after losing too much blood.

When the body feels the deadly cold, the nervous system will have a series of stress reactions.

Including, giving people the illusion of pleasure.

Moreover, Cao Jianfei's wrists were cut vertically.

Everyone knows that if the wrists are cut horizontally, there may be some hope.

If the wrists are cut vertically, there is basically no hope! (No matter horizontal or vertical, it is not worth imitating!)

So... everyone understands.

The target is not just Situ Jing.

From the beginning, the masked man wanted the lives of Cao Jianfei and his son.

"We neglected..." A sense of self-blame and powerlessness surrounded Zhong Haiyang.

It was as if there was a ball of fire burning, but he could not find an outlet to vent.

"Fuck!" Cai Xiaoming roared angrily and punched the wall. Blood oozed from his knuckles, but he was unaware.

Zhang Yiyang stood up and said, "Don't panic, check the scene carefully and don't destroy it."Everyone suppressed their grief and anger and began to search the house carefully.

However, apart from Cao Jianfei's body and the pervasive smell of blood, they found nothing.

No footprints, no fingerprints.

No clues to the identity of the murderer.

"It seems that this bastard has cleaned up the scene!" Zhong Haiyang clenched his fist unwillingly.

Just when everyone was disappointed, Zhang Yiyang suddenly found that there was a floor tile under Cao Jianfei's body that seemed to be different from the surrounding ones.

He squatted down and carefully moved the floor tile, revealing a small secret compartment underneath.

In the secret compartment was a piece of paper stained with blood, with a word written on it.

The word was written in blood, with twisted strokes, carrying the resentment of the deceased and the madness of the murderer.

—— revenge.

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[Again, the description of vertical wrist cutting in the text is just a plot requirement, and it is by no means a propaganda of bad values. ]

[May everyone cherish life and be happy every day. 】