Young detective case book

Because of him, the term "serial killer" was coined for the first time. In the months before his execution, he received about 200 courtship letters every day.

He is Ted Bundy, the originator of serial killers known as "Pretty Temptation", "Prince of Top Student Killers", and "School Killer" in the police files.

After being arrested, he confessed to killing 28 schoolgirls.But the detectives involved in the investigation believed that he murdered more than 100 female students and caused more than 100 rape cases.

Time flies, time and space change.

Decades later, on the other side of the earth, in city B of the modern metropolis, a series of female students were raped and murdered, which was exactly the same as the modus operandi of Ted Bundy in the past.

The murderer who returned from hell started his crazy killing journey again...

***

scoff, scoff, scoff...

The knife was sharpened sharply, the loose end of the planing adze was nailed firmly, and the electric saw was fully charged.

The campus killer is about to act again.

Who is his next target?

Is it you, is it her, or is it her?

This is the game of killing, the killer and the slaughtered.

Please don't go out in the dark, and don't go out in the early morning.

Maybe you are his next target.

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city ​​b.

Friday, October [-]rd, at four eleven in the morning.

The thick velvet curtains blocked the already thin morning light.

Everything in the room is covered with a fine lead gray layer, dim, blurred, and ambiguous.

I lay on the bed, tilted my head, and quietly looked at the alarm clock standing on the bedside table next to me.

White, very ordinary style, the round clock face looks like a full moon.

On the dial, a naive teddy bear is outlined with thick black lines.

It looked at me happily with those pitch-black eyes, and the corners of its lips were curved, smiling heartlessly.

It doesn't understand how cruel and cruel I am.

Of course, I will not treat it cruelly and coldly.

Because it - not "she".

Giving the teddy a gentle smile back, I closed my eyes.

Silently thinking about what to do later, trying to consider every detail and unexpected situation that may be encountered.

I know that I am standing on the edge of the cliff right now, there can be no mistakes, and there is absolutely no way out.

So, be careful and careful, be careful and be careful.

After tossing and turning, she got up and got out of bed when she was almost done deliberating. Pulling on her slippers, she staggered to the window, and opened the curtains with a clatter.

The fog outside the window is clear, and the sky and the earth are chaotic: row upon row of buildings, shops, streets... In the vast mist, they are faintly visible, like fairy palaces and gods in fairy tales.

I'm a little worried. I don't know if the weather and the planned goal will continue to run in the morning as usual.

However, no matter what, you have to try your luck.

Glancing out of the window again in a depressed mood, I turned around and went into the bathroom.

The cool water splashed on his face, and his drowsy mind suddenly felt much refreshed.

Gazing at the blue-eyed, pale, languid face in the mirror, almost vampiric, I furrowed my eyebrows in disgust.

Grabbing the towel hanging by the mirror, he frantically wiped the water off his face.

When hanging back the towel, my fingers accidentally brushed against the wall and encountered something hard and thorny. When I looked up, it was a small piece of meat that had dried up, and the blood scabs had condensed into a disgusting brown.

He gasped suddenly, his stomach was churning, and his throat was itchy, as if he had been suddenly scalded by a red-hot iron.

I think, I know what it is.

But how could such a thing appear here?

Could it be that I was not careful... I was frightened by this thought, my heart was pounding, I quickly tore off a piece of toilet paper, wrapped the minced meat, threw it into the toilet, and pressed the flush switch hard.

With the sound of falling into the water, it was washed into the sewer all at once, and there was no shadow at all.

Swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva hard, barely holding back the feeling of vomiting* and flustered, I patted my chest, collected myself, comforted myself while recalling carefully, it would not be me who brought it back, I was very careful every time.

Maybe it was the minced pork that the cook at home inadvertently threw up.

I said to myself, be calm and don't scare yourself.

I have read a lot of legal articles, and I know that many criminals/criminals are caught because they have a guilty conscience and show their feet.

A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future.

What the ancestors said always makes sense.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the closet.

From a row of underwear hanging on a rail inside, I pulled out a black quilted sweater and black track pants.

Their outer fabrics are all made of nylon, and I bought a piece of nylon material myself, and sneakily added a layer of inner lining in the dead of night.

Why use nylon texture material?Because it's perfect for crime and doesn't leave fibers on the scene.

Why is it black?The answer is simpler, in case of blood stains, it is not easy to be found.

These, before the first action, I have already considered very clearly.

Well, I have always been a careless person, a so-called single-celled organism, lazy to use my brain.

Since he knew in advance how dangerous and terrifying his actions were, he could only ponder over and over again due to the situation.

Be careful and be careful, lest there be a slight omission, which will bring disaster.

These days, aunts are busy dancing in the square, and there are not many who can do needlework.

Naturally, I don’t know how to do it, and it’s inconvenient to ask for help, let alone be discovered (if discovered, I will definitely be suspected), so I have to learn to sew bit by bit.

In fact, I am quite stupid, and my fingers are not flexible at all.

It took several nights of seams and seams to be undone, and it was finally done.

Of course, I bought more than one set and modified more than one set.

At the bottom of the closet, there is a summer cool quilt that is only used in summer.

I bent down and lifted a corner of the quilt to reveal the sports backpack hidden underneath.

Picking it up, I inspected it carefully in the full-length mirror on the closet, and found nothing inappropriate, so I went out.

The hallway was gray and the light was even dimmer than the interior.

As usual, I walked across the living room and went straight into the kitchen.

In fact, I always eat breakfast after exercising. The piece of minced meat I just found in the bathroom brought back some bloody memories, which made me lose my appetite even more.

However, considering that the things to be done later would require a lot of energy, I had to force myself to eat something first.

Open the refrigerator door, on the top floor, there is half a plate of dried bamboo shoots and fried pork and a plate of braised hot peppers from last night. On the middle layer, there is a half bottle of bad spicy fish sauce, and a plate of cold vegetables.

Stir-fried pork with dried bamboo shoots and braised hot peppers in oil can be eaten with a little heating in the microwave.

It's a pity that I have done too many cruel and terrible things recently. When I see greasy food, I feel sick and can't eat a bite.

The cold salad is made of yuba, black fungus, celery heart, wolfberry, coriander and other materials, which is light and light, which suits my taste.

But my stomach is not very good, I dare not eat cold or indigestible things for breakfast, I am worried that I will have a stomachache.

After closing the door of the refrigerator, I opened the locker next to the cupboard and rummaged in it for a long time before I found a bag of instant noodles, which was covered with a layer of dust. I don't know who bought it.

Take a closer look at the shelf life, luckily, it hasn't expired yet.

Grab the rag hanging next to it, carefully wipe off the floating ash on the packaging bag, and take out the large bone china tureen for soup from the cupboard.

I tore open the bag, put the dough in it, threw the oil pack directly into the trash can, then heated the water, added seasonings, and put the lid on.

While waiting, I pulled out the chair and sat at the dining table.

Put the backpack on the table, open it, and check it carefully.

Inside were a snakeskin bag, a pair of light brown protective glasses, two medical masks, two pairs of plastic gloves, a planing adze for masons, a retractable small chainsaw imported from Germany, and a household pick A bone knife, a rope, and other miscellaneous things.

As the saying goes, it is always right to be prepared and prepare well in advance.

After tidying up the satchel, I moved the tureen to the front.

Open the lid, the hot aroma rises up, and immediately gets into the nose.

It smells pretty good.

Unfortunately, it just smells good.

Judging from the appearance, the soaking time is obviously not enough.

The noodles were still curled up, gathered into a stiff lump, with no intention of stretching out at all.

However, I am not in the mood to be picky about the taste now, as long as it can fill my stomach and not delay my action later.

Picking up the chopsticks, just about to eat, I suddenly heard a "da" sound from the living room, it was very slight, as if someone accidentally bumped into something.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully. After more than ten seconds, I didn't hear anything again.

After hesitating for a while, I stood up, walked quickly to the kitchen door, opened my eyes wide, and looked into the living room.

As far as the eye could see, except for the furniture and furnishings, the inside was empty, and there was no one there. The doors to the bedrooms on both sides were tightly closed.

Could it be that I heard wrong?

After waiting patiently for a while, let alone people, I didn't even see a fly.

Or, really heard it wrong.

I shook my head and returned to the table.

Seeing that the time is almost up, hurry up and eat noodles.

Until I packed up the dishes, left the kitchen, changed into my jogging shoes at the entrance, and was about to open the door to go out, the whole small building was quiet.

It was like being immersed in a deep sleep, with no intention of waking up at all.

It seems that the so-called sound just now is indeed my auditory hallucination.

In fact, even if it's not an auditory hallucination, I don't care.

It doesn't matter if someone catches me waking up so early.

I already have the habit of doing morning exercises, so I can totally fool around and say I'm going for a morning run, no one will doubt it.

When I stepped out the door, I realized that the weather was really cold.

This winter, compared to previous years, seems to have come very early.

It was only the beginning of October, and last night, the temperature had already dropped to minus fourteen or five degrees.

Of course, the morning was not much better, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist.

Putting on protective glasses, a mask, and a sweater hat, I pulled the zipper to the top, and the entire chin was covered and wrapped tightly.

With this airtight appearance, let alone other people, even if I stand in front of my own mother, she may not recognize me.

In recent years, the air pollution in cities has become more and more serious, and more and more people wear glasses and masks when going out.

In addition to the colder weather, my outfit won't look too obtrusive if thrown on the street, so I don't have to worry about attracting the attention of others.