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The broken mirror was splashed with blood, and the boss's fat body was stuffed into the narrow sink.

His head was placed in the middle, and his arms were twisted to support his head in a hugging manner.

"His wife was still alive when she found him," one of the police officers said.

But before the ambulance arrived, the person was dying of pain.

As early as when the photos of Du Feng's accident were released, they took action immediately, but they did not expect that in a short period of time, another person would die.

That account undoubtedly caused panic among the public. They tried to contact the platform to ban the account and remove the video, but to no avail.

It still shows newly released pictures to the public.

The young policeman asked the old policeman next to him in a low voice, "Are there really ghosts in this world?"

The old policeman had a solemn face and did not reply.

"Ding dong!"

The message alert sounded, and the young policeman took out his mobile phone. He could see the message popping up on the screen without unlocking it.

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"Here we go again!" She exclaimed, attracting the colleagues around her.

Turn on your phone and click on the avatar you are following. A new content was updated just a few seconds ago.

The woman was wearing an apron, holding a knife in one hand and a cover in the other. The flesh on her body was roughly chopped off with knives in many places, exposing the white bones.

She buried her head deeply into the hot oil pot, and there were pieces of meat floating in other parts of the pot that had been fried to golden brown.

Click on the comment, and the words posted by the author are still pinned to the top.

[What’s so delicious about human blood steamed buns, why not eat human flesh. ]

The old policeman took out his cell phone and casually scrolled through the comments, "This is from that company, too. The murderer's goal is obvious."

She wanted these people to pay for what they had done and the people they had killed.

"Let's go! Let's go there."

The old policeman threw the phone back and walked out the door without looking back.

Can the murderer really be found?The young policeman glanced at the boss's body again.

Like the last victim's body, there were no fingerprints or traces of anyone else's, as if they had done all this by themselves.

The young policeman chased him out, and happened to see the old policeman waiting outside turn off his cell phone.

They drove in the direction of the next victim's house. On the way, the young policeman's finger kept resting on the profile picture of Yue Mingqiu that he had changed at some point.

It's a picture of a girl.

The smiling mouth, the covered eyes, the blood and tears flowing down.

After she stared at the avatar for a long time, she would feel at a certain moment that the tears were real.

But when I rubbed my eyes, the pictures were just pictures again.

She switched to a trumpet account that she didn't often use and clicked into the private chat. She didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so she naturally didn't have much fear.

[Are you really Yue Mingqiu himself?Why do such a thing?Stop it now. ]

The young policeman waited for a long time but did not reply. The car stopped. She temporarily put these things behind her and followed the old policeman upstairs.

After a while they hurried downstairs again, but they didn't leave in a hurry.

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Such a prompt will pop up every 2 minutes, and a new dead person can be refreshed at any time.

The circumstances of death are bizarre, but there is no doubt that they suffered great fear and pain during their lifetime.

With some facial recognition pictures, they could tell that these were employees of that company, and they had secretly contributed to the affairs of Yue Mingqiu's family.

"Let's go back to the station first." The old policeman put out his cigarette butt and got into the car after the smell dissipated.

The young policeman was still sitting in the back. When the car started, her cell phone dinged again.

When she clicked on it, she saw that the account had replied to her, and it was just a short sentence.

[Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner]

The meaning of this sentence means that she will not attack irrelevant people, but will only go to those who have hurt and ridiculed them.

But even then, the number of victims would be staggering.

The young policeman told the old policeman about this, but the other policeman made no comment and just drove the car faster.

By daybreak, more than ten people had died, and about twenty others were injured and frightened to varying degrees.

Ask those who are still alive about the murderer and you will get only one answer.

"It's her! It's her! She's coming for us! She's going to kill us!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh! There is a ghost! The ghost is coming!"

The questioning was interrupted again. Given the mental state of the victims, it was too difficult to force specific information about the murderer from them.

Perhaps last night's incident was so horrific that people living near Yue Mingqiu's home went to the temple early in the morning to pray for peace.

When they came back, their twin brother and sister placed wild flowers picked on the road in front of the closed door.

The old man at home saw it, looked around in horror, and scolded the two children with a straight face.

The two children were quite confident.

"Sister Mingqiu will not harm us, have we ever bullied our sister?"

"It is! It is!"

The old man patted them on the head seriously, "Of course she won't do it if she is alive. Now she is... Oh, you don't understand, people who leave like her are so cruel!"

The little girl stuck out her tongue playfully, "The teacher said, never do anything wrong in your life..."

"Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night!" the little boy quickly answered.

After saying that, he ran away laughing and joking, completely different from those adults who were extremely vigilant.

"Ouch."

The two children shouted in unison.

The old policeman supported one with one hand, "Don't play around at the stairs. You have to be careful in the future!"

"Got it!" the children said in a longer tone and walked away holding hands in an orderly manner.

When the old man saw him turning around, he wanted to leave. He was caught before he took two steps, and she had no choice but to turn back.

"Don't ask me anything, I really don't know anything!"

The old policeman held out a finger and said, "I'm not going to embarrass you. I'm just asking a question. If you answer me honestly, I promise I won't bother you again."

Seeing that he had reached this level, the old man had no choice but to nod, "Ask me. After asking, I have to go home and cook."

When it came to business, the old policeman immediately became serious. He glanced at the door a few times and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard any sounds since that day?"

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he would have turned around and ran away if he hadn't been caught.

The old policeman quickly raised his finger and said, "Just this once!"

"Okay, okay." The old man compromised and quietly moved closer, "Actually, I can hear some sounds occasionally."

"As we get older, we tend to wake up more easily at night. There are times in the middle of the night that I can hear footsteps getting closer and closer and the sound of nails scratching the door."

"Otherwise why would I be so scared!"