Phaseless Demon

who is it! ?Who knew his identity?

The murderer's heart suddenly rose, and his nervousness was also mixed with inexplicable excitement. He didn't feel much panic, but this was the first time he felt panic, which made him very happy while being scared.

"No one will be able to ignore me anymore." The murderer sat in his dilapidated little room, talking to himself in front of the computer, "No one will be able to abandon me anymore."

"I can also become a human being." The murderer squeezed the mouse in his hand, and he continued to browse the post in front of him.

In the first part of the post, in addition to listing the death lists of those missing children, it also focused on inferring the loopholes and irrationality of these missing cases.

The entire article written in the post was hinting at others between the lines - this is not an ordinary disappearance case, but a serial murder case of a very bad nature!

The murderer also discovered that many places in this post were allusions to the method and location of the murder.It even vaguely listed the characteristics of the murderer, the murder weapon, etc. one by one.

For example, it was written in the post: "The bodies of these children are like flowers, and the perpetrators cruelly plucked off the petals one by one."

This sentence is completely implying that the method of killing is "dividing the corpse."

There is even a line like this: "The clown in Paradise no longer focuses on juggling, balloons, and little girl's hairpins. He sets his sights on blood-red kitchen knives."

The clown is the killer's disguise at the amusement park, and the balloons and barrettes are all tools he uses to attract children.

As for the kitchen knife... because dismembering a corpse is not an easy job, especially at the stage of chopping bones. Even if a child's bones are soft, you still need to use a sharp kitchen knife that can chop things open.

"This person knows me very well." The murderer watched every word in the post, and a thought came to his mind: "He knows everything about me."

As a cruel murderer without much emotion, this was the first time he experienced this feeling of having nothing to hide from.

Excited and scared, I can't wait to know who the object of my fear is, but I am afraid to know all this.

"He must have left a clue for me." The murderer muttered to himself, reading every word in this post step by step. He knew that the person who posted this post was for him to read, not for others, but for the murderer watch.

So maybe this person is also looking for him, he is looking for the murderer, blatantly looking for a heinous criminal.

Realizing this, the murderer in the dilapidated house felt even more excited. Perhaps this was a trap, a trap to lure him into the bait, but at this moment, the murderer would not think so much.

He does not fear persecution, torture, or death.

The only thing that troubles him in this world is that no one can understand his existence, not even himself.

God made me born into this world, why?

Made me faceless, hunched over, and out in the world without giving me the right to feel pain or pleasure.

The murderer read the post to the end, and finally saw the hint given to him by the poster. The poster reminded him that a little girl witnessed the process of committing the crime, which is the so-called witness.

He also told him that the witness is now in a hospital in City A.

"Isn't this clearly asking me to kill the witnesses?" The murderer felt even more aroused, and the blood all over his body seemed to be surging to his head, as if boiling.

He didn't know why the poster wrote so much, and finally told him as if he was helping him: "Hey! You still have a witness who didn't die, go and kill her!"

Even if it may be a trap, it seems that I have to jump into it.

I have never been able to experience or even analyze his state of mind in this way, and describe his state of mind and behavior with moving sentences.

This made the murderer curious.

He couldn't help being curious, so he stopped browsing this post, he stood up, he started to prepare things, he was going to follow the hints given to him on this post, he was going to kill the witness.

At the same time, Zhuo Mingyu, who had already posted various posts, left the Internet cafe, returned to the hospital again, and fell down in front of the grooming mirror in the hospital lobby, talking to He Qianjue inside.

"I did what you said." Zhuo Mingyu said, "Most of the articles published on the Internet are also written according to what you said, although it makes me feel..."

Zhuo Mingyu got stuck at this point, and his expression became weird.

"I described it to you with the mentality of a murderer." He Qianjue said, "So after you write down the whole article, you will feel... well, it seems very abnormal, for those who can understand this article."

"However, only three people will understand this article, you, me, and the murderer."

"So, for that murderer, this article will only resonate with him." He Qianjue was confident, and he looked at Zhuo Mingyu with a smile, "I thought you would write in a different way, but it seems that you finally chose My plan."

"Because I can't write it myself." Zhuo Mingyu said, "I can't think of any kind of article that can attract the murderer's attention as quickly as possible in a short period of time, so I finally thought of what you said. .”

He Qianjue said: "Fortunately, this is a wise choice. Soon, the murderer will come to the door."

Zhuo Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and became inexplicably nervous. Finally, he asked He Qianjue, "Why do you know the mentality of that murderer so well?"

He Qianjue said, "Because I'm imitating him."

"Imitation?" Zhuo Mingyu couldn't understand what He Qianjue said.

"I'm imitating his spirit, his thinking, I'm constructing a fictional version of him in my head, I'm becoming him in a way, you know what I mean?"

Of course, Zhuo Mingyu wouldn't understand. He himself was very self-aware, and he gave up the idea of ​​understanding monsters and a murderer. The most urgent task now was to prepare for the murderer.

"What should I do?" Zhuo Mingyu became more nervous, and the nervousness made him look restless, causing him to walk back and forth, "Then the murderer is here, how are we going to deal with him?"

He Qianjue said, "Leave it to the police. Didn't you say that there would be plainclothes police lurking nearby?"

"Yes, they gave me my phone number before they left, saying that they would call if there was anything wrong," Zhuo Mingyu said.

"Isn't that good? When the murderer comes, the shadow ghost will definitely take action, and you just need to follow behind your daughter's body and frantically knock on the police's phone."

"Is there nothing else to do?" Zhuo Mingyu couldn't imagine that things would end so easily.

He Qianjue said: "If you see that shadow ghost in a state of obvious panic and fear, find a way to bring him here and bring him to my mirror."

He Qianjue sighed: "Because I can't guarantee that every step will be carried out according to the plan, there are too many unstable factors, so at this stage, only adapting to the situation is the best countermeasure."

"Zhuo Mingyu, I know you want to protect your children and your wife very, very much. What I want to say is that if you really want to protect, then be prepared to give everything and even sacrifice yourself."

"People who are not enlightened have no ability to protect others."

Under the vague influence of He Qianjue, it seemed that this sentence was said to him by someone else.

Perhaps He Qianjue also had someone he wanted to protect, and that must be a very, very precious person to He Qianjue, and he must have put in a lot of effort to protect him.

But what was the result?

He Qianjue couldn't remember.

He didn't really want to remember, He Qianjue didn't want to remember the person he tried to protect.

As long as you have worked hard, what is the result, so what?