Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

In front of Fu Jian was a female corpse, and he picked up the rose petals beside the corpse.

"Captain Fu, did you see anything?" the young man asked him curiously.

Fu Jian looked a little lazy, rubbing the petals with his fingertips, "It's just a guess."

He was a bit addicted to cigarettes, "How is the identity of the deceased, and the address."

The young man frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Her name is Ye Huan, she is a nightclub attendant, and she lives in Unit 4, Unit 909, Building A, Ning'an Community."

Fu Jian threw the petals into the trash can.

The young man asked, "Captain Fu, do you think the murderer is demonstrating against us by putting roses next to every dead person, what do you mean..."

"I remember you also liked roses..."

Fu Jian stood beside the female corpse with his head down. The afternoon sun was no longer so strong. The orange sunlight shone on his eyelids, neutralizing the sharpness and indifference between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Not a demonstration."

The young man was taken aback, "Huh?"

Fu Jian said, "It's his habit."

The young man didn't understand what he meant and asked, "What?"

Fu Jian said: "The murderer didn't want to hide it seriously, otherwise he wouldn't have left these traces."

He turned his head and asked the little police officer, "Have you heard of 'Bluebeard and his seven brides'?"

The young man was puzzled, "I heard it, but what does this have to do with Bluebeard? Seven people have died now, and in Bluebeard, the seventh bride was rescued by the knight, so she didn't die."

Fu Jian shook his head, "He killed seven people for the sake of the last bride."

The young man clicked his tongue, "Why?"

Fu Jian sneered, "Maybe he's a pervert."

"It's like we'll never understand the brain circuits of psychosis."

The young man still didn't quite understand, "Beside this corpse is the number '2'. Could there be a '1', which means there is another potential victim?"

Fu Jian said, "Not necessarily."

"In the story, Bluebeard didn't succeed in killing the seventh bride, but he did. This kind of psychology is more like a deliberate imitation, and he shows off his success to others."

"Seven brides are also seven sacrifices. All he wants from the beginning to the end is the last bride, so the next bride may not necessarily die."

"He offered a sacrifice to his bride, which in modern terms is equivalent to..." Fu Jian stroked his chin and said in a joking tone, "Bowwage?"

The young man was stunned, "This..."

Fu Jian lowered his eyebrows, his cold eyes were dark, "If I were him, I wouldn't kill the last bride."

The young man asked, "Why?"

Fu Jian's hair was a little disheveled by the wind, but he still couldn't hold back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth and smoked it lazily.

The little policeman panicked, and just as he was about to go up to get his cigarettes, Fu Jian deftly dodged him.

"Captain Fu, you're smoking again, the captain will call you again when he sees it."

Fu Jian's voice was vague, "I'm not wearing a police uniform, don't worry."

The little police officer muttered, "You really..."

Fu Jian let out a few laughs, "Why, are you going to speak ill in front of your superiors?"

The little policeman touched his head, "How dare I... You haven't told me yet, why didn't you kill the last bride?"

"Stupid," Fu Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, his handsome facial features blurred by the white smoke, "Isn't it just for the last bride to spend so much effort and prepare so many sacrifices?"

"If I were him..."

Fu Jian's thin shirt was blown up by the cold wind, "I will hold a serious wedding, and then lock up the bride, only I can see her, touch her, and satisfy my desire to possess her in my heart."

The little policeman had goosebumps on his arms when he said it, "Isn't this imprisonment?"

Fu Jian sighed, "Yes."

"Of course, this is just my guess."

Fu Jian took another long drag on his cigarette and looked down at the female corpse.

The face of the deceased had already changed beyond recognition, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Fu Jian said, "Send the body to the forensic doctor and see if we can find any clues."

The young man responded, "Yes."

......

Fu Jian returned to his antique shop, opened the curtain and opened the door.

It is full of roses that cover the sky and cover the sky.

Fu Jian's expression was a little dazed, and the strong scent of flowers rushed to his face, making people feel refreshed.

What the doctor had said to him flashed through his mind.

【Your brother's illness may not be completely cured. 】

The doctor in a white coat showed a look of embarrassment, [But you don't have to be discouraged. 】

【He seems to like red very much, you can use items to divert his attention appropriately, for example...】

[Rose. 】

[It is a warm and vibrant plant. 】

Fu Jian sat on the stool with his long legs crossed casually. He took out another cigarette from the cigarette case. The lighter ignited and extinguished, but it didn't burn on the cigarette end.

【Ding dong! 】

[Dear user 'rose', your special attention anchor 'Jiaojiao' is on the air, go check it out~]

Fu Jian lowered his head and glanced at the phone, his originally cold eyes loosened for a moment.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice, he opened the lock screen with his right hand and clicked into the live broadcast room...

Unlike usual, Fu Jian did not see Jiang Zijin's beautiful face appearing on the screen.

The live broadcast room was pitch black, and the camera kept shaking.

It took a while before a magnetic and pleasant male voice appeared.

【good afternoon everyone. 】

The tall man wearing a ghost mask was wearing a neat suit. He made a standard gentleman's salute to the camera and hummed a simple wedding march.

Weird and creepy.

【Today is a special day. 】

The man's voice was rough in disguise.

[Welcome to Jiaojiao and I's wedding scene. 】

.......

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened.

This is......

where?

She seemed to have returned to the rose room again, and the leather rings on her wrists half hung her hands in the air.

System: [You are tied up. 】

Jiang Zijin moved her hands subconsciously, and the chains jingled.

【I... I blocked the door. 】

Jiang Zijin's face was pale, and her clothes were also changed.

It was a tutu skirt in the style of a wedding dress, with white lace hanging from the bottom of the skirt, stretching and delicate like waves.

The skirt is not long, it only reaches the middle of the calf.

The system said: [He has been hiding in your room. 】

Jiang Zijin looked at the clothes on her body, her face was red and white, "The clothes...is he also changed?"

The system stopped talking.

But even without the system saying it, Jiang Zijin can understand it.

System: [Zi Jin, he is here. 】

Jiang Zijin shrank back like a frightened bird, her slender and curly eyelashes were stained with physiological tears, her beautiful face was pale, and the end of her eyes was full of redness.

"Jiaojiao."

The man opened the door. He was still wearing the ghost mask, revealing his sharp and sharp jawline.

He approached her, knelt down—

A cold kiss was printed on her thin eyelids.

He licked away the tears on Jiang Zijin's eyelashes bit by bit, and the wet and sticky touch made her hairs stand on end, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, passively accepting everything the hunter gave her.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Zijin shed more tears.

The man's tongue scratched, tasting a bit of bitterness and saltiness.

"meet again."

"My bride."