Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

Seven days later, the stocking killer was found.

According to Yuan Fugui's speculation, the suspected target was listed as an underground repairman.

However, a secret investigation of underground repairmen throughout K City 20 years ago found no suitable candidates.

Yuan Fugui put forward another idea. The murderer may not be from this city. He may be engaged in an industry related to wells, such as a maintenance staff for a manhole cover manufacturer.

If this is the case, the maintenance personnel of the manhole cover manufacturer may move across provinces.

The police found the manufacturer of the manhole cover where the body was hidden in the manhole cover case 20 years ago. It was from a province hundreds of kilometers away from K City.

The police discovered that this manufacturer from another province had indeed contracted many manhole covers in K City.

The manhole covers near the first case of falling and the manhole covers near the third case of throwing a body under a bridge were both produced by this manufacturer.

The police officers talked with the owner of the manhole cover production factory and obtained permission to secretly investigate the contracts and physical examination reports of all employees in the past 20 years.

A fingerprint, a fingerprint signed on the employment contract - it is [-]% consistent with the fingerprints on the Coke cans in the fourth and fifth cases.

found it. The murderer was found.

He was really hiding too deep. His name was Zhao Yue, and he was a manhole cover maintenance worker.

His job is to drive around to see which manhole covers have problems and need to be replaced or repaired.

Of course, the police could not find such a person for 20 years. The cases he committed 20 years ago should have been random, sudden, and unexpected.

He carries a hammer with him. Such a murderer is not local to K City and has nothing to do with the deceased.

Of course he was very confident that even if he left his fingerprints, the police would not be able to find him.

After confirming the fingerprints, a group of police officers first secretly went to S city hundreds of kilometers away, where Zhao Yue lived.

Squatting near his home, he lived with his mother.

My mother would take out the trash every night. The police secretly took away the trash and took the tissues, bottles and cans in the trash to the forensic department for analysis.

It was once again confirmed that Zhao Yue’s saliva and DNA matched the DNA on the Coke can at the murder scene.

Undoubtedly, the crime squad issued an arrest warrant. At eight o'clock in the evening, the operation began, led by Yuan Fugui, to arrest Zhao Yue.

A dozen people holding pistols went up the stairs and approached door 403, Zhao Yue's home.

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At this time, Zhao Yue was sitting in front of the computer, playing games.

At the age of 45, his daily life is to indulge in the world of games, violent fighting games. He presses the keyboard skillfully. The protagonist in the game jumps out of the plane, parachutes to the ground, pulls out a pistol, and faces a group of unarmed people. of civilians.

Kill, kill, Zhao Yue stared at the screen with excitement on his face.

At this time, the door opened, and a 70-year-old woman with gray hair walked in. Her face was smelly and she didn't say a word.

This old woman is Zhao Yue's mother.

She put a cup of tea on the table and looked at the melon seed shells on the table.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't spit out the melon seed shells, the sticky ants are crawling on them. Hey." Mother sighed.

Zhao Yue said nothing.

The mother was arranging the melon seed shells on the table, and smelled the stench of Zhao Yue's body, the smell of sweat, "Take off your clothes."

"No, I won't take a shower."

"You stink so bad and you haven't taken a shower yet! Look at you, you look like a piece of trash!"

The mother didn't care and took off Zhao Yue's clothes. She smelled it again and found that it still smelled... "You didn't wet your pants again, did you?" the mother said.

"I...I." Zhao Yue looked at his pants, which were already wet.

It's hard to describe how Zhao Yue felt at that time - low self-esteem, fear, uneasiness, a man in his 40s... and still, life was worse than death.

"Hey. I...why am I so miserable?" Mother was about to cry.

Zhao Yue stopped typing on the keyboard and watched the protagonist in the game being surrounded by a group of thugs who kept beating and kicking him.

The mother on the side kept nagging, "What should I do? What will I do in the future? Who will take care of me? I will also take care of you..."

At that moment, Zhao Yue put his hand on the table, on the glass on the table.

He had an idea, a very desperate idea. If...if he hit his mother on the head hard, would...everything be over?

He held the cup of hot tea. The tea was hot to his hands, but evil thoughts followed the scalding temperature and stimulated him.

Just as he was about to raise his glass, the doorbell rang.

"jingle."

A community security guard stood in front of No. 403, and a dozen police officers stood beside him, ready to take action.

"Who is it?" Mother walked to the door.

"Hello, Grandma Chen, I am the security guard of the community. I have distributed milk and came to deliver some to you."

What this security guard said was taught by the police. The security guard swallowed his saliva and was a little nervous. After all, he had never seen more than a dozen police officers dispatched. There must be something big going on.

He also had no idea that a psychopathic killer lived in Room 403, which he had always thought was peaceful.

Zhao Yue's mother was not prepared and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, more than a dozen police officers rushed in. Yuan Fugui rushed at the front, ran to the bedroom, pressed Zhao Yue on the table, and handcuffed him.

Yuan Fugui said, "Zhao Yue, do you know why we arrested you?"

Zhao Yue's face was pressed against the table. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He was finally free. He was finally out of here. He could go to jail. God, he could get rid of my mother.

He actually said excitedly, "Catch me, catch me quickly! I killed people, I killed several people! Catch me! It's me! I'm the Silk Stocking Killer."

Several policemen came over and wanted to take Zhao Yue away.

But the hands of the policemen stopped, and Yuan Fugui was also stunned.

Because they found that Zhao Yue's legs were empty. Really empty, both legs amputated.

Twenty years ago, an unexpected car accident took away Zhao Yue's legs.

Therefore, this is the reason why he has not been able to commit crimes in the past 20 years.

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After arriving at the police station, he faced interrogation. Zhao Yue quickly confessed to four crimes committed 20 years ago.

In the first case, that day, when he was inspecting manhole covers in K City, his mother called and scolded him.

He was very angry at the time, so he drove around and got lost. He met an old woman on the side of the national highway. He asked the old woman for directions. The old woman talked for a long time and he didn't understand. The old woman said casually, "Oh, I don't know." I told you, it’s useless.”

The old woman's words were exactly the same as what his mother had said to him. He was instantly furious, pushed the woman to the ground, and hit her head hard, "You're so annoying, you know that!"

For some reason, he pulled off the old woman's stockings, and at that moment he felt an inexplicable sense of catharsis.

The emotion of "committing a crime with passion" faded away, and he came to his senses when he saw the old woman's head was covered in blood. He was so frightened that he drove away.

After returning home, he was afraid of being discovered and kept watching the news. After a few months, he found that everything was fine.

The sinful thoughts arose again.