Straight man was caught Raiders Manual

Following Zhao Ting, he came out, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the main hall, he was hugged by a red-eyed policewoman, looking blankly at the weeping expression on the policewoman's face, Guan Ling was dumbfounded.

It's a pity that before he could savor this hard-won happiness that he had never experienced since the bend, the siren suddenly cut through the entire night.

Wiping her eyes and patting Guan Ling's shoulder, the police girl choked up and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Watching the policewoman turn around and step into the hall with a blank face, Guan Ling couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart.

He was hugged by a girl just now, but he didn't feel anything at all, Hun Dan.

Guan Ling felt that he was going to be sick.

The blood-stained and brutal scene in the hall made several people who came to collect the corpses for evidence couldn't help but vomit on the spot, but from the moment they stepped into the hall, Guan Ling's attention was directly attracted by the collapsed cross.

Just because the head hung abruptly on the cross, the dark red eye sockets, and the painful and ferocious face were exactly the head of the man whose eyes had been gouged out that Guan Ling and the policewoman saw in the courtyard.

But at some point, it was hung on the top of the cross, and the two empty blood sockets stared coldly at the hall, forming a very strange ceremony just like every murder case in the past.

The policewoman obviously noticed this too, and Guan Ling and her looked at each other, feeling chills at the same time.

This investigation basically ended in a very tragic ending. Police cars surrounded the church in the middle of the night, and whistles rang from late at night until dawn, taking away the old priest who had become a corpse in the church.

This church, which was once used to sing praises to the gods, has now completely become an unknown place that no one dares to approach, and the death of the old priest also announced one thing, and the clues of this place in the church have come to an end.

In the police car, Guan Ling looked over and over at the full version of the photo in his hand, stared blankly at the eyes of the child in the photo for a while, then turned to look at the serious-looking policewoman.

The female policewoman has always had this expression since she left the church, until just when Guan Ling was about to get into the car, she ran over to stop him, and there was something obvious in her slightly flickering eyes, which made Guan Ling instantly understand He came over and got into another police car with the policewoman.

As for why Guan Lingneng understood in an instant.

How many times has he experienced this kind of plot that is obviously something that the npc has to say, can he still not understand it?

Sure enough, seeing Guan Ling's eyes looking over, the policewoman leaned over to look at the photo, and after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Before the old priest died, he said something."

coming!

The tiger's body shook, and Guan Ling looked at the policewoman with bright eyes, full of expectation.

However, the policewoman did not follow Guan Ling's heart, but pointed to the woman in the photo and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

Guan Ling blinked expressionlessly, "Zhao Fang."

Damn, he knew that this kind of suspenseful and detective route is absolutely impossible to let you know what the key npc said so easily.

Nodding, the policewoman sighed slightly, "Zhao Fang is a poor woman, she was raped by someone, and the person who raped her was the old priest of the church."

Guan Ling was a little unresponsive.

"Zhao Fang was raped and gave birth to a child. This caused a great commotion in the church at that time. All the nuns began to reject Zhao Fang. She was regarded as unclean by everyone, including the people in the town. "

"Zhao Fang was greatly insulted, and the police station knew about it at the time, but the people in the town were basically believers in God, and no one would help the police investigate this matter, so gradually, even The police are no longer involved."

"This incident lasted for about three years. Just when everyone was about to forget about it, one night after a service, the nuns in the church discovered that Zhao Fang had committed suicide."

With a touch of regret in her tone, the policewoman pursed her lips and frowned, "I didn't know until the old priest died that the rapist was himself, but I was always wondering why Zhao Fang didn't report Where's the old priest?"

Guan Ling's brain is already full of shit, what betrayed God, and the culprit of everything in love is this old priest.

For a moment, Guan Ling didn't feel that the old priest died tragically.

As for why he didn't report on the old priest, do you even need to think about it? The old priest must have threatened her with something, not to mention that Zhao Fang had a child at the time.

By the way, child, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Guan Ling hurriedly asked: "What about Zhao Fang's child, where did that boy go?"

"That's what I'm going to say." With a slight flash of her eyes, the policewoman lowered her tone intentionally or unintentionally, "I heard that the boy disappeared the night before Zhao Fang's death, but the child under the age of five, Where can he go, so everyone thought he would definitely not survive."

"But the old priest said that the child came back to take revenge." As if thinking of something, the policewoman's face became a little strange, "Before the cross fell, he pointed at my chest as if he saw something terrible." roared from behind."

"Before he finished yelling, the cross fell down and hit him on the head." After a slight pause, the policewoman murmured, "I also felt like there was something behind me, but Zhao Ting was the only one there. ah……"

As soon as his face changed, Guan Ling suddenly remembered Zhao Ting's strange behavior when he came out of the room.

Zhao Ting obviously changed so obviously after seeing the photo he was holding in his hand, and when he came to the church to investigate, Zhao Ting also made excuses to leave for something and didn't come in. In other words, if Zhao Fang dies Judging from the boy's age, is it possible that Zhao Ting is Zhao Fang's child?

Feeling trembling in his heart, Guan Ling tremblingly glanced at the policewoman, and whispered, "That's why you dragged me into this car?"

Just now he wanted to ride in a car with Zhao Ting.

Nodding her head, the policewoman's expression was not very good, "It's just a guess. After I get back, I'll investigate the corpse first, and I'll talk about it after I figure it out."

Guan Ling could vaguely see the small villa standing in the wheat field when the vehicle drove over through the car window. Only a vague shadow remained of the small villa in the dark. Ling turned his head not very interested.

However, the moment Guan Ling rolled his eyes away, someone seemed to be standing in front of the villa, waving his hand in the distance.

Seeing that the case seemed to have some clues, Guan Ling rushed to the autopsy room with the policewoman after returning to the police station, and found the old priest's body.

As expected by the two of them, Guan Ling found several thin strangle marks on the old priest's ankle, and it was these few strangle marks that proved that the old priest did not just die of an accident.

Because of the binding of Na Lehen, the old priest's entire ankle was bruised, so that he could not escape smoothly when the cross collapsed.

At the same time, when the strangle marks were discovered, the clues of Guan Ling's case were updated again: the binding technique was professional.

This clue came too timely, and the binding method was professional, what does this mean?This shows that the murderer had either learned binding specifically, or was engaged in a related industry.

Now, Zhao Ting's suspicion has undoubtedly increased a lot.

Coming out of the autopsy room, Guan Ling planned to look at the files of the deceased again. After all, if this case really had something to do with Zhao Fang, then according to the revenge the old priest said, the dead person must also be inseparable from Zhao Fang relationship.

Fully agreeing with Guan Ling's idea, the policewoman sat down with Guan Ling without even thinking about it, and studied the files together.

This action of the policewoman immediately attracted a lot of attention. Looking at the envious eyes in the police station, Guan Ling was really heartbroken.

This game is obviously a love game, isn't it, but it feels like the case is coming to an end. The only girl who has appeared in this game has a pure relationship with herself besides handling the case.

And what about the promised development after receiving the love letter?

In addition to letting the murderer force him to be sensual, he was almost slapped. How can there be any trace of sensuality?

Sure enough, detective games can't be played, especially if they were recommended by Prodi, an unreliable guy, what a scam!

Clenching his small fists, Guan Ling silently made up his mind.

The policewoman over there seemed to have seen something, pushed Guan Ling's wrist, and said softly: "I remembered that these people seemed to be fanatical believers in the church. When something like that happened, these people Eighty percent followed suit and did something."

When he came back to his senses, Guan Ling glanced at the photo and immediately looked away. After thinking for a while, he opened up the biographical information of these people, "It's been so long, the appearance and address have changed, and It is also impossible for an ordinary person to have such a complete grasp of a person's information, and the only one who can do this is..."

Looking at the policewoman hesitantly, Guan Ling's lips moved slightly. Only the police can do this.

With her lips tightly pressed together, the policewoman nodded and said, "Besides, he still studied criminal psychology..."

"What criminal mind, what are you two secretly talking about here?"

A big palm was placed on the shoulder suddenly, and a gentle male voice rang in his ears with some doubts, soft and strange.

I'm a bitch! ! !

With a conditioned reflex, Guan Ling gave a stiff expression and heheed a few times, looking at the policewoman for help.

Looking at Guan Ling in embarrassment, the policewoman turned her eyes and raised her head slightly angrily, "What are you talking about, what are you talking about, we are discussing the case, you just happen to be a top student in criminal psychology, come here, have a look What the hell does this mean, murderer?"

As she said that, the policewoman opened the file, and the messy and scattered limbs in the photo rushed into her eyes, reflecting the bloody scene in the hall.

The pupils of the eyes tightened uncontrollably, Zhao Ting slowly let go of the hand on Guan Ling's shoulder, and hooked the corners of his lips imperceptibly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ting smiled casually, reached out and flipped through the files, and said in a casual tone: "This is just a purification ceremony."

Guan Ling frowned in confusion, "Purification ceremony?"

"Yeah." Zhao Ting's expression was extremely relaxed, and he said that everyone should know about this ceremony. He smiled and nodded at the head hanging on the cross, "This is just a very common ceremony. The people in the ceremony believed that the soul of the sinful person would return to the head after the person died. At this time, as long as his limbs were separated and placed in four different positions, and the head containing the soul was fixed with a cross, the sin would be eliminated. will be purified to purity."

"If you don't ask me, I haven't figured it out yet. It turns out that's the case." Touching his chin, Zhao Ting grinned and said, "No wonder so many people died. This ritual is to purify evil and call for purity at the same time. A total of six sacrificial offerings are required."

six?After quickly flipping through the file, Guan Ling looked at the policewoman in shock, "Enough is enough."

The policewoman frowned and said nothing.

"Yes, six." Muttering softly, Zhao Ting's eyes slowly shifted to Guan Ling, who was unaware, with an abnormal flush on his face, "And now, this ceremony is only one step away. .”

The smile on the corners of his lips became bigger and bigger, Zhao Ting's expression revealed a suppressed infatuation, he was so excited that he was trembling, and he looked at Guan Ling carefully.

The smile on his face was extremely sunny, but his eyes were like stagnant water soaked in filth, cold without a trace of waves.