Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System

Su Xin didn't know how to comfort this girl, after all, no matter how comforting this kind of thing was, it would be useless.

It's not that the person involved couldn't feel the pain at all. The closest person in the world left, and he was lonely after that.

There are good parents in this world, there are bad parents, and there are people who are not worthy of being called parents at all.

Xiao Xiaoruo is the original owner's colleague's parents, so it should be the first type.

Even though he was seriously ill, he was afraid that his daughter would worry and distract her, so the couple endured it and saw the doctor by themselves.

The death of a relative is enough to shock people, and Xiao Xiaoruo left with both parents, which is even more pitiful.

The same is true for Su Xin, her parents took the dog with her, but Su Xin was still young at that time, and she didn’t have a deep impression. She never thought about it when she was a child. After all, she was too busy. If there is too much food, how can she not be eliminated, then there is still time to think about other things, she doesn't even remember what her parents look like.

"I'm on my way back now," Xiao Xiaoruo sniffed, "I might have to rest for a while before working."

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the kiss does not wait.

I want to see tears in the empty voice, and I want to hear the lesson in silence.

"Xiao Ruo, I have some bad news to tell you."

"what?"

"That picture was stolen."

"Ah? How did this happen? Did you catch the thief?"

"No, the museum also gave up on the investigation, and the police are not so free."

"Then what should I do? What if it is taken by some messy person and sold elsewhere?"

Isn't that smuggling?

"There is still a small half of the picture that has not been repaired. The damage is too serious, and it is not a well-known masterpiece. It has been resold. I suspect that the theft of the picture has something to do with it."

"whats the matter?"

"It's not clear, it's too complicated. Anyway, you come back first, and we'll talk about it later."

What Su Xin was more worried about was that the lurking pervert would not only pick on them, but what if he was cornered and started killing people indiscriminately.

Su Xin and Liao Qingjie were thinking about their respective affairs in their hearts, while walking slowly back to the community.

Not long after Su Xin sat down at home, she was drawing pictures to sort out her thoughts, when she heard a ringing sound from her mobile phone, and someone sent her a text message.

"Who sent it?"

Liao Qingjie raised her head.

"It said there was my courier and asked me to go to the courier collection point at the gate of the community to pick it up, but I didn't buy anything."

In the past half a month, the original owner is afraid to die, so there is no time to go shopping on Taobao.

"I have a bad feeling."

"Me too, let's go and have a look."

A boxed courier but there is no courier code on it.

"Hey, someone put it here just now. He said that a girl will come to pick it up later. Is it you?"

The middle-aged man said, taking out the box wrapped in a black bag.

Su Xin looked at the X-pass courier number on the text message and frowned. Also, the murderer could install a location tracker in her mobile phone and watch, so how could she not know her mobile phone number.

"Well, it's me, remember what that person looked like just now?"

"Oh, I didn't pay attention, so I looked up. It was a man, quite tall, and wearing a medical mask. I didn't see what he looked like."

"Then what kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"A black top... Oh girl, I really can't remember. I saw a lot of people this day. How could I remember coming here?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"thank you."

Su Xin and Liao Qingjie looked at each other, took the package and went home.

The black bag outside was opened, and inside was a box. Inside the box was a human head, which had been frozen and looked very permeable.

It's Zou Wanwan.

There is also a piece of paper next to it, the handwriting is neat and neat, and it looks very correct, like it was written stroke by stroke by a primary school student.

(Her stuff tastes good, and I think yours should too.)

Su Xin felt a little nauseous in his stomach. They knew what Zou Wanwan was missing, but they didn't expect this pervert to have such a hobby.

Cutting it there is not for venting anger or other meanings, but for eating?

For no reason, Su Xin felt a sharp pain in 36C's chest.

Liao Qingjie took the note and looked at the writing on the white paper.

A tall man in black wrote these words stroke by stroke with a smile.

left hand?right hand?

Liao Qingjie closed her eyes and moved her fingers slightly.

Su Xin put the lid back on. A little clue is better than nothing.

Su Xin took out her mobile phone and made a call to the captain.

"Captain, Zou Wanwan's head, I found it, and it's here."

"I'll go."

Su Xin stared at the number on the phone that sent her a text message, and decided to dial it back.

It rang for a while before it was picked up.

"Hello, who is it?"

It was the voice of a young man, sounding a little happy.

"Hello."

Su Xin frowned, keeping her voice as calm as possible.

"Thank you for calling me! I couldn't find my mother just now. I was so anxious that I was so anxious. Fortunately, you called me."

Su Xin stared at the phone area displayed on the screen, which was Linshi's number.

"Sorry, I made a typo."

"Oh, so, it's okay!"

Su Xin hung up the phone, she was not sure if this person was innocent or the murderer was pretending.

"Go, go to the bureau."

Su Xin put the box in Liao Qingjie's arms. It was too strange to walk on the road holding a human head, so Su Xin gave it to Liao Qingjie very unconscionably.

"The deceased, Zou Wanwan, female, was 27 years old. The cause of death was severe blood loss after sawing off her head. The murder weapon has not been found yet. The murderer must have followed Zou Wanwan for a period of time, figured out her whereabouts, deliberately killed her, and approached the victim after stealing the car. ..."

The chain is intertwined, and the bet is that people are defenseless.

Who would think that an ordinary person would think that someone would murder him.

The captain is in a state of entanglement. If the public opinion crushes it, the whole city will surely fall into panic, and they must step up their pace.

"That note is already very targeted. Miss Bai, if everything is related to six years ago, the murderer must have a reason to target you. Did you do anything special six years ago?"

Su Xin covered her temples with both hands, closed her eyes tightly, and finally shook her head.

"Sorry, I really don't remember."

"The murderer's next move should not be you, but someone else. He may want to keep intimidating you and achieve his own goals."

"But there is one important point, how did the murderer find you people."

"Why did you come back for revenge after six years?"

These are suspicious points.

Su Xin doesn't even remember those people from six years ago, let alone where they are now, what they look like, what they are doing, why would the murderer know?

Why did it come six years later and not sooner?

"Cutting off the front end of female body characteristics to eat may be a kind of psychological abnormality, dependence on breast milk or mother, or it may be another situation. Miss Bai said that they are people in strange clothes in caves. Maybe this is a person from their tribe. activities that represent a certain meaning.”

As expected of an old expert, the captain guessed a lot of things at once.

"He put the heads of two people in front of me. I feel that it's not just for intimidation, but..."

"But what?"

"It's like watching the prey struggling in the net, watching the prey waiting for the death that doesn't know when it will come, watching her panic and fear, enjoying this pleasure."

"I think I must be very special in the murderer's heart. He loves me the most and hates me the most. The worst thing is, I don't remember what I did."

Su Xin rubbed her forehead with a headache, what did the original owner do?

It's okay, don't have too much curiosity, it will kill people.

"I think these things are very likely to be related to someone among the eleven of us. That person may have recorded our original information, and the murderer found him, and thus found all of us. I speculate that person may It was the captain who led the team at the time, she was responsible for bringing all of us together after all."

In the vast sea of ​​people, how to find it.

What's more deadly is that there is no information about that mountain in memory.

I just remember that it was a very desolate and dilapidated place in an unknown deep mountain and old forest.

If the fog map is related to the murderer, you can start with the map.

Su Xin felt that it was necessary to go back to the museum again.

"Captain, I'll go to the museum first, Liao Qingjie, let's go."

Su Xin is a kind of person who can do whatever he thinks of, so he just dragged Liao Qingjie away.

Liao Qingjie looked at the handshake between herself and Su Xin, raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

After taking a taxi to the museum, Su Xin went directly to the curator's office.

At this time, the curator should be here, and the curator has recently returned.

Su Xin knocked on the door, and there was a response from inside.

"Xiao Yan?"

"Curator, I want to ask where the stolen picture was unearthed?"

"Let me see."

The curator pushed his glasses and went to look for them in the file cabinet.

The curator took out a folder, and every object that entered the museum will be recorded in the book, including its subsequent movements.

"In a small tomb in Qiuze Mountain, the one is a little strange. It is a little better than the tomb, but it is much worse than the tomb. There is nothing in it to indicate the identity of the owner of the tomb. There are only some valuable things, which may be built by the merchant's house. , that painting is probably the owner of the tomb's own."

said the curator.

The emperor's tomb is the mausoleum, the prince's tomb is the tomb, and the common people are the tomb.

"Qiu Zeshan, thank you, curator."

Su Xin read it once, and after thanking her, she dragged Liao Qingjie away like the wind.

"Where are you going?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure there's a relationship between them?"

"half."

"Then you still want to go?"

"Aren't you going to wait here to die? Go, at least you can find clues!"

Su Xin stopped, raised her head and looked at Liao Qingjie.

"Are you afraid?"

There was provocation in those eyes, like the flames of the burning sun.

"The word doesn't exist in my life."

At that moment, Liao Qingjie suddenly felt the long-lost feeling.