Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

face.

Then, he met a quiet—but not a dull look.

Lightning and flint, when the pupils flicker.

Just looking at each other once, the two actually understood each other's meaning in an instant.

So, under the expectant gaze of the murderer couple, Zhu Xingda no longer hesitated, raised the chainsaw that was running crazily, and swayed his body unsteadily——

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"

The chainsaw hit the red-haired young man's neck, the mahogany tabletop was easily torn by the electric sawtooth, countless thorny sawdust flew out, and Mrs. Eight Eyes, who was very close, covered her eyes that were hit by the sawdust. Cry out in pain.

But one second before the chainsaw fell, the red-haired young man who was supposed to be knocked down by the poison and was dying of weakness suddenly turned over and rolled lightly.

Mr. Yamu felt his chest sinking and his eyes darkened. In the next moment, he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, spanning a distance of nearly ten meters, knocking over the coffee table and the locker against the wall. The vase placed on the top of the cabinet tilted immediately, smashing his head so badly that he fainted on the spot.

General Zhu Xing turned off the power of the chainsaw, lifted Mrs. Eight Eyes who had shrunk under the dining table, knocked her out with a hand knife, and then temporarily threw the woman to the ground.

After completing a handsome flying kick, Ketor, who was getting up, didn't care about his side at all, and naturally he didn't care about Mr. Yamu, who was seriously injured but could not die visually.

He walked to the re-locked safe and knelt on one knee: "Password?"

Zhu Xingda paused for a second, without asking how he was sure he knew the password: "757490. There is also a fingerprint lock inside."

"It's simple."

Ketor—Qianmu, whose alias was Ketor, still went to Mr. Yamu.

Standing in front of the unconscious murderer, the mixture of fresh blood and blood-stained porcelain shards, Qianmu sized him up a bit, picked an angle where he would not touch the porcelain shards, grabbed the murderer's feet, and dragged him in a coma. out.

During the period, the murderer's belly was facing downwards, and I don't know if his face will unfortunately have a few more insignificant cuts when he passes by the debris on the ground... But these are not in Qianmu's consideration.

He has made such a big sacrifice for the goal, just let the culprit shed a little more blood, it is already very kind, isn't it?

Qian Mu dragged people all the way, leaving a long and frosty bloodstain on the floor of other people's house. He used the fingerprint of the murderer to unlock the last lock, took out the camera and hundreds of photos from the safe, And the huge sealed bag stuffed in the deepest part.

The bag is full of wallets, mobile phones or foreign passports, and when you flip through it, you will find black and white faces that have long been stagnant in time.

There are hundreds of photos, and the personal items left here are obviously incomplete.After all, the killers have been deceiving and killing their targets for many years. It is impossible to bury all the corpses outside their own houses. There are more people who are just before they die, and they take photos of them as souvenirs.

These corpses that have been treated in various ways are the reason why Qian Mu appeared here.

... In recent months, headless corpses whose identities cannot be identified have been found from time to time in remote places across the island country. The murderer has left no traces, and there is no clue to be found.

At the same time, there have been some strange drowning incidents in various places. Because the deceased showed no signs of being threatened by others, the police can only classify these cases as suicides after investigation.

Turning point was a similar case. An elementary school student accidentally discovered the body pushed to the shore by the tide. After calling the police, the police wanted to rule the cause of death as suicide as usual. This is a serial murder case.

However, although it was deduced that it was a homicide rather than an accident, the father, who is a mystery novelist, regretted that the clues left at the scene were limited, and he could not find any evidence that could dig out the murderer and convict him.

Fortunately, after the case was reported, it attracted the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department. After some twists and turns, the police decided to select professionals to assist... So the young scholar "Ketor" who recently published a paper on criminal psychology and attracted the attention of the industry ", entered the sight of the police.

After receiving the entrustment, Qian Mu spent a day and a night going through all the case files of headless dumping of corpses and suspicious drowning incidents, and made a detailed criminal psychological portrait and speculation of the murderer's trajectory.

There is no need to say much about the next thing, he just felt that he had acted a little bit, which met the requirements of the murderer, so he didn't say hello to the client, so he went fishing in the haunt of the most suspected object after the investigation.

The fish was caught, the show was over, the evidence was obtained, and two unlucky or lucky girls were rescued by the way. Qianmu is generally satisfied... I hope the girls recover from their colds soon.

……but.

He stood up, fastened the buttons of his pajamas slowly, and just now opened the mobile phone that he brought along from the sofa to make a call to the client.

While waiting to switch on, Scarlet's vision moves down.

The bloody murderer woke up unexpectedly.

The murderer thought that he had seen through everything and completely grasped everything about "Ketor" and "Zhuxingda"...but everything that happened in a short period of time made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The "Ketor" in front of him obviously had no expression, but he felt extreme danger all over his body, as if he would be torn apart by an unknown beast in the next moment, and it seemed that a ghost was screaming in his ears.

Mr. Yamu's chaotic and confused thoughts are filled with panic at this time. Fear and panic should not appear on his murderous face, and he is accustomed to and even enjoys the malice of others... But at this time, this devil in the world , but it seems to have witnessed the demon looking down with his own eyes. Compared with staring at the demon, he can't wait to shrink himself into the shadow of hell first.

"……Um?"

Qian Mu tilted his head in doubt, indicating that he hadn't done anything yet.

He didn't know how to lift his leg, and stepped on the ceramic shards that had just been inserted into the murderer's leg, bit by bit, into the crevice of the opponent's kneecap.

...That's because another murderer stingyly didn't put on his shoes when he was carried down. He is still barefoot now.

He also wouldn't break off the opponent's arms and legs and cut off the opponent's head like the killer clamored how to treat him.

——Although this stupid guy not only took him to the house where countless corpse artifacts were placed, and put him on the table where countless dead people had been marinated by blood, but he really wanted his life...

Let him go one year later, once again, very unhappy.

Forget it, the status I take now is at least a righteous police assistant... that's it.

With little interest, Qian Mu rummaged through the sealed bag with one hand, and took out a thin and flat jade pendant. Because one side was broken, the corners were quite sharp.

There is a small date of birth engraved on the back of the pendant, and a warm message that seems to be from the parents.

Qian Mu did a little calculation of the year.

Even if he is alive now, he is only two years old.

He looked around and picked a good-looking wound on the murderer.

"Hi, I'm Ketor...well, yes."

While talking on the phone, he inserted the pendant obliquely above the murderer's heart.

The edge of the slice seems to tear apart flesh and blood, just a few millimeters away, it will pierce the cold and ruthless heart.

After suspending the call for a while, he smiled and reminded the murderer with gray pupils under his feet: "Don't worry, no one will die."

"...I know people like you very well."

"—Well, the premise is, don't, don't breathe."

……

Inexplicably frightened a murderer into unconsciousness, Qian Mu also finished making phone calls and calling an ambulance.

After the opponent's loud roar was blocked by him after being confused, it would be more efficient for him to come in person instead of feeding back the information and then delaying it for a long time-wouldn't this have been resolved?

He walked cautiously on the floor full of sharp objects and blood, when he suddenly remembered that he was busy relaxing his body and mind just now, and seemed to have forgotten something...

Oh, I forgot there was another person next to me.

Qianmu didn't expect to meet Akai Shuichi here.

He was still a little curious about this undercover agent who was destined to enter his winery to make trouble and work with his friends, but unfortunately they met in the wrong place, and the two hid their identities, so they could only observe secretly, and there was no close relationship distance contact.

He thought for a while, then returned to the dining table.

The man named Zhu Xingda had just tied up the unconscious female murderer, and was slowly standing up.

Qianmu's slightly inquiring eyes also fell on his turned face just now...

Akai Shuichi saw him.

Then the man with flowing long hair exhausted all his strength, closed his eyes, and fell steadily and precisely in the direction where Qian Mu was.

Qian Mu: "...?"

what is this.

Touch...porcelain?