Serial

After being a guest at the police station twice, Xiao Tan often came to my house as a guest. At first he wanted to come to apologize, but as we got to know each other better, the two of us often drank together.Basically he drinks and I watch him drink.

A few days later, he came to my house again with beer and peanuts, saying that he was drinking and came to experience the crime scene. Yes, the crime scene is still there. I go out through the window every day, and I can still see the bloody door.The neighbors were amazed at my audacity, they thought I would move out for a few days.

"When can I withdraw it?" I didn't eat it, and I didn't want to eat it either.There was local news on the TV, but nothing interesting, and there was a local news station next to me.

"I don't know, when the case is solved?" Xiao Tan picked up a peanut with his hand, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully, "Hey, what expression do you have? Doubting my ability to handle the case?"

I can't be bothered to talk to him.

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

Instead, he gave me a surprised look, "Can't I stay here for one night?"

"No."

"Oh my God, I thought we were so close to being married, we couldn't stay overnight? Your house is so big and there are so many rooms, I can sleep in the living room! It's so unsafe outside now, three serial murders! And they all commit the crimes in the middle of the night, I'm still shivering walking on the street late at night, okay?"

I checked the time, 10:30.

"No," I said, "and the killers did it at three or four in the morning."

Xiao Tan gave me a blank look, "What if the murderer changes his mind and wants to sleep well?"

"Impossible," I said, frightening myself with the firmness of my tone.

"Why do you say that?" Xiao Tan obviously took it seriously, showing the expression of interrogating me, as if I was the murderer.

"Because these three cases all happened in the middle of the night, after the early morning." I said.

"But wouldn't the murderer change the time? The location of the crime is changing every time, first in the grove, then in Hengtai Park, and then in your home. The range of activities is different every time—"

I interrupted him, "But it's always around here."

"But Zhang Ping's residence is far away from here. The murderer met her after driving for more than 20 minutes." Xiao Tan suddenly closed his mouth. I regret it.

Zhang Ping was the victim of the third case. She lived on Taihe Road, and she was also active on Taihe Road.According to the testimony of Xiao Li, her sister who was traveling with her at the time, a man drove the car in front of Zhang Ping, and Zhang Ping got into his car.

Later, the police went to check and found out that the car was stolen. It was stolen a month ago. Even if the owner of the car was contacted and the location where the car was lost, the surveillance video had already been covered, and there was no way to find out why.And Xiao Li didn't see the man's face clearly, only Zhang Ping knew, but Zhang Ping was already dead.

This is what Xiao Tan told me the day I was interrogated.

On June 6, the first homicide occurred. The victim, Tian Tian, ​​came to Xucheng for a self-driving tour. On the day of the incident, she lost her way and drove around here. She saw the murderer and wanted to find him. He asked for directions, but the murderer covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief soaked in meth, and he died not long after.

When the police found her, her body was highly decomposed, thanks to sulfuric acid, the crime scene was also destroyed by acid, and the car was burned to ashes, and there was no way to find it.Finally confirmed her identity and contacted her family.Tian's father and Tian's mother flew to Xucheng overnight and claimed their daughter's mutilated body, weeping uncontrollably.It was Xiao Tan who stayed by their side all the time. He told me that every time he saw the victim's family, he seemed to die all over again, and he always felt that he was incompetent.

On June 6, the second homicide occurred. The victim was Zhang Jianguo, a homeless man under the overpass in Hengtai Park. It was difficult to check the identity of this floating person. It took several days to find out that he once had a wife. But then my wife ran away with others, and because of a high fever, my brain was burnt out, and I have been living a life of being driven around.

On the day of the incident, Zhang Jianguo's throat was cut with a knife by the murderer, and he lost blood and died.The murderer cut off his ten fingers, put them in his mouth, sewed them up with a needle and thread, and finally cut off his limbs.

On July 7th, the third homicide occurred. The victim was Zhang Ping. She got in the murderer’s car and came to Jingyang Road, which was in front of my door. Time chopped off limbs and eventually punctured her belly, and she was outside my door, bleeding to death while I was still asleep.separated by a door.

This is what I learned later, a long, long time later, when the case was solved, Xiao Tan randomly assigned a few names, and told me like a story.

In these three cases, the victims had their limbs cut off, and the time of death was late at night.

But everything is changeable. After all, I am not the murderer. How can I know when he will kill someone next time?

I was almost convinced by him, "Okay, then you have to hurry home."

Xiao Tan glared at me, he hasn't finished eating his peanuts yet.

"Then pack it up and go home," I said.

The conversation ended hastily like this. He turned out the window and deliberately stood in front of the gate, looking at the crime scene.I saw him standing there quietly, holding a plastic bag in his hand, and his shadow was cast on the door, crooked and a little creepy.

"Why? You're scary like this." I said.

Xiao Tan rubbed his face, suddenly feeling a little helpless, "I just want to feel the mentality of the murderer at that time."

"What state of mind?" I asked.

"I was so scared, I was too upright." Xiao Tan left and asked me to lock the doors and windows before leaving. I said the house was haunted and no one dared to steal it.

I watched him leave and saw the note on the wall that appeared out of nowhere, the house was indeed haunted.

"No alcohol."

"I didn't drink." I murmured.