[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

"A senior from Fengxie University next door hasn't gone to class for the past two days, but someone found his body in Central Park in the middle of the night last night..."

"Ah? Really fake?"

"It's terrible, how did you die?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard that it doesn't look like a suicide. You can see that the post on the Internet has been popular for a long time... I don't need to read the rest. I read it. The replies on the xx page are all about the rest of the dead..."

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It was extremely dark outside, but after a while, there was a downpour. The students carried their bags and opened umbrellas in twos and threes into the rain. Fengxie Middle School is divided into high school and junior high school. The school uniforms of the high school are all blue and white sportswear. The school uniforms of the Ministry of Education are all green and white sportswear. When class is over, they all walk to the school gate. The blue and blue, and the blue and blue, with the ringing of the bells, are quite youthful.

He was also one of them in the past, and Wen Linyu in Yujue was very emotional.

I think that before he was recruited by the system to do the task, he had just returned to his alma mater to teach for a few years after getting the teacher qualification certificate, and he hadn't seen the graduation class he was in hand.

When Yan Jueshan went out, there were basically not many people in the campus.

Glancing at the rain through the rain curtain, Yan Jueshan opened the black umbrella in his hand, a lot of black hair popped out of it, and caught off guard Mr. Wen, who was dreaming about the past, was taken aback. Yan Jueshan felt Yu Jue, who was in front of her chest, trembled for a moment, and gently held it down with one free hand, and shook the umbrella with the other hand, calmly shaking out the ghost with only one head inside, and then held the clean black umbrella To the top.

Wen Linyu: ...

He didn't know how to react, so he could only silently applaud the brave hero in his heart.

As soon as they left the school gate, they heard a few dogs barking next to them.

There are always many stray dogs next to the school. Yan Jueshan didn't pay attention to it at first, but he didn't expect the barking of the dogs to get closer and closer, as if they were coming towards him.

Yan Jueshan tilted his umbrella slightly, but the first thing he saw was not a dog, but a black shadow.

The black shadow's eyes were red, and his face was so pale that it was not like an ordinary person. The thing that most convinced him that it was a ghost was the abnormally long tongue that was dragging out of the ghost's mouth. The appearance of the person rushing was hideous and terrifying.

Yan Jueshan was stunned for a moment. When he was in a daze, the jade in his chest became hot, and a mysterious light sank into the ghost's forehead. At the same time, an invisible barrier opened up around him, blocking the ghost's movement. way to go.

The sharp ghost chirping sounded for a second, then stopped abruptly.

Wen Linyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Gui calmed down for the time being, but still subconsciously approached the male protagonist Xiangbobo, but was restrained by the barrier and the terrifying deterrent force, unable to continue doing anything.

"Ouch..."

The yellow earth dog followed, whining and spinning around under the ghost's legs, but passed through his legs again and again. The whole body was wet by the rain, and there were mud spots on its body. The most recognizable thing was its head near There is a big mange on the right ear. Generally speaking, it is not a pleasant looking dog, and it can even be said to be an ugly dog.

After calming down, Li Gui leaned down, and skillfully touched the little yellow dog's wet, ugly head.

Strangely, the whining of the dog also gradually stopped, and it just lay obediently at the ghost's feet, watching the ghost in front of it with wet black eyes, just like before he died.

"Thank you." The ghost smiled shyly, and said, "I almost lost consciousness just now."

The ghost retracted his tongue, and his face before death gradually faded away, becoming a lot more normal, revealing some of his original appearance in life, still very young, not much older than the hero, his face was still pale, But he could vaguely see his original handsome appearance, but for a boy, this appearance inevitably seemed a bit weak.

Wen Linyu noticed something strange about this ghost, but he couldn't find what it was for a while.

"Can you see me?" The ghost suddenly responded, "Are you a celestial master, so young..."

The ghost looked at the silent Yan Jueshan, thinking that he was acquiescing, so he tentatively said: "Master Tianshi, can I trouble you with one thing?"

[Ding, a request from Bai Dongqing, please assist the male protagonist in this world to fulfill his obsession and successfully save the soul. ]

Simultaneously with the electronic sound was the voice of the ghost.

"My name is Bai Dongqing. I was a student of Fengxie University before I died. I can be regarded as your senior. Your external identity is a student of Fengxie Middle School, right?"

Bai Dongqing didn't get a response from Yan Jueshan, and she wasn't annoyed, as if he was going to follow him to the end if he didn't agree.

While watching Yan Jueshan standing motionless by the bush for so long, the driver also drove over and asked him if he wanted to get in the car.

The driver found it very strange that the young master didn't close the door when he got into the car, and even took a seat beside him.

pat.

driver:……

What did he see, how did the car door close so far away from the young master... Could it be that it closed by itself?

Thinking of this, I don't know if it's his illusion, he always feels the back of his head is cold, and when he looks in the rearview mirror, he always sees the young master turning his head from time to time as if there is a person sitting beside him... Suddenly, he was terrified and dared not Think, concentrate on driving while looking straight ahead.

"The deceased Bai Dongqing, male, 21 years old, a student at Fengxie University..."

After reporting the information recorded in the notebook in her hand, the short-haired woman sat down at the direction of Team Leader Ding.

The conference room was silent for a moment, as if shrouded in some haze.

"This is the third victim."

The middle-aged man sitting in front of the conference table, that is, Team Leader Ding of the serious crime team, stood up and said so.

He took the pen and turned to the front of the whiteboard covered with words and photos, pointed to the five largest words on the whiteboard, and looked around at the people on the conference table.

"This is the third victim of the Thorn Killer."

"Since September last year, one person has died in three months," Ding Huishu pointed to the first photo. "The No. 20 deceased was killed with a single knife, and finally dismembered. The body parts have not been found yet," the second photo "The second deceased was stabbed with more than [-] holes in his body, drained of blood, and died of blood loss. After death, the body was basically intact except for the holes inside, and the clothes were intact. So it was said that the murderer deliberately helped others after the murder. He changed his clothes and tidied up his grooming." His pen paused and landed on the last photo, "Dead No. [-] was strangled to death. This is the appearance of the three victims. The most 'perfect' one was even wrapped in a waterproof bag before being thrown into the cloth bag, so when the body was found, it looked intact at first glance, as if it had fallen asleep in a plastic bag ..."

"Is there any change in the method of finding the murderer?" Ding Huishu glanced at the silent conference table, curled his lips, "In my opinion, he is becoming more and more perverted, and he still has the time to put on makeup for the victim. It’s because I’m very confident in myself, I think our detachment is useless, we can’t catch him, right?”

Boom!He tapped the whiteboard hard.

"Let us recall the works of this highly artistic murderer."

Ding Huishu moved his pen down and landed on a photo. It was a corpse that had decomposed a lot. From the conspicuous bulge and the red dot on it, it could be judged that it was a woman's small breast. A hole was poked on it, which should have just pierced the heart. The most shocking thing is that countless thorns were painted around the wound with unknown paint, and two or three delicate blood-red roses bloomed on the thorns. .

"The first work of roses and thorns."

The pen pans to another picture, which is the head of the second deceased. A rose in full bloom is drawn in the middle of the forehead. Was painted with thorns.

"The second work of roses and thorns."

Ding Huishu gritted his teeth, and he continued to move the pen to the last photo. The corner of the eye of the third deceased was also a flower that bloomed to the extreme. Against his intact and pale face, this kind of beauty was even more extreme. , His slender neck was also wrapped with a circle of thorns, perhaps because it was the best preserved, both the flowers and the thorns were more delicate and beautiful than the previous two deceased.

"The third work of roses and thorns..."

"I have something to say to the team leader..." The short-haired woman on the conference table who had just reported the information stood up. She straightened up in the eyes of the team leader and said stiffly, "I think the third deceased The roses on the face are not roses, the roses are layered and complicated, the roses are simpler, like a goblet, the edges of the rose petals are sharper, the roses are much softer, and..." She swallowed her saliva , continued, "The first two dead are women, and the third dead is a man. I think the murderer may have changed here..."

Ding Huishu looked at the photo and pressed his pen to his chin. He waved her to sit down.

"It is possible, you mean that he changed the target of his prey to the man... No, no," he thought, "From his modus operandi, it is more likely that he is taking the first few victims." Those who practice their hands..."

"If I were that murderer, I would pursue all beauty, and what I love the most is the beauty when they are dying. Life and death are like a combination of flowers and thorns..." Ding Huishu was facing the whiteboard, deeply Looking at the last photo, I saw the man's face and the rose flower on his face...

There was a sense of disobedience in the dark.

A word came out of his mouth:

"No, it's not perfect yet, I'm waiting, I've found the most perfect person in my mind, he will definitely be the supreme work of my life..."

The author has something to say:

The author doesn't know much about criminal investigation, and it's all due to his enthusiasm, so he probably won't be able to write a lot of professional ones...Corrections are welcome if there are bugs and flaws.

continue tomorrow~