Quick Travel: Saving the Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Role

The two sat in the living room for more than an hour until police sirens sounded outside.

Hearing that the basement here was full of corpses, even Nan Jianen's immediate boss couldn't sit still. He got up in the middle of the night and followed the police to the scene.

Moving the corpses in the basement was a big project, so they took Qi Ruiyu's body back for autopsy first. The two of them worked until after four o'clock in the morning, and slept on the chair in the office for a few hours. Before ten o'clock in the morning, the forensic doctor An autopsy report was sent.

Everyone knows the basic information, and the forensic doctor said the important content: "The time of death was six to eight hours ago. Based on the stiffness of the joints and the detection of the remains on the suitcase, he was kept in that suitcase for at least three months. Sixteen hours later, the cause of death was myocardial infarction.”

Tengshan is located in a remote, luxurious residential area. Unless they have a good relationship, no one will visit. Qi Ruiyu built such a big basement down there and filled it with dozens of corpses. Of course, he would not interact with others. So that people have a chance to come to your door.

Even if there were, he might have become one of those corpses.

It was such a careful layout that when he found himself locked in the suitcase, he started to go crazy because he knew that no one could come to save him.

He tried his best to leave the box, but the quality of the handmade leather box he spent a lot of money to buy was so good that he even picked off ten of his fingernails and still couldn't open it.

After experiencing extreme despair, unwillingness, and anger inside, he was furious.

Such a dramatic way of death surprised everyone beyond words.

"Deathly?"

"It can be said like this."

When people are angry, they are strongly stimulated and over-activate the sympatho-adrenal system to release a large amount of epinephrine and norepinephrine, causing an increase in blood lipid levels, activating platelets, promoting plaque rupture, inducing thrombosis, myocardial infarction and stroke, leading to death. 1.

In short, Qi Ruiyu was furious to death.

Although he looks young, his actual age is in his forties, and he is no longer as good as a young man in his twenties or thirties.

Of course, the more important reason why he will be so angry is his self-confidence and even arrogance. He feels that except for the people he kills, no one can ever know everything he has done, and for the same reason, no one can save him.

Even if he didn't drink water for three days and didn't eat for seven days, he wouldn't die. He didn't die of thirst or starvation. That woman dared to let them come in less than three days, which meant that she also knew that this man wouldn't survive until they came.

The pervert who once loved toying with other people's fates and tortured and killed innocent people was eventually manipulated and applauded, and he died of anger.

How ironic?

Nan Jianen's eyes were black and blue. He rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Has the video been sorted out?"

Yan Xingcheng looked tired. What he saw last night made his dreams for a few hours full of bloody and terrifying scenes. Instead of having a good rest, it made him even more uncomfortable. He shook his head: "I just went to ask, and... It’s not finished yet, there are too many, and now I have sorted out more than 200 gigabytes, and there is still at least one third left.”

Qi Ruiyu enjoyed the process of dismantling corpses as works of art, especially the prey that he was satisfied with. The dismantling and shaping took a total of ten hours or more, and some of them were still alive at the beginning.

He handled the corpse with a calm expression like he was killing a fish, as if he could not hear the sharp and frightened screams of the victim. Some struggled too much, affecting his movements, so he injected drugs to keep the victim quiet.

Unable to move, but conscious.

Just watching those videos makes people feel horrified and uncomfortable. They can't imagine the fear and despair the victims felt before they died.

That woman was right.

He thought he had cracked many cases, but there were many more he had not discovered and would never know.

"Let them continue to sort it out, find out the identities of the victims, and notify their relatives to claim them."

"it is good."

Nan Jianen stood up and prepared to leave.

Yan Xingcheng shouted: "Where are you going?"

"I need to go out for something. If you have nothing to do, help me write a closing report."

"But……"

Case closed.

Whose case?

The cases of all the victims killed by those perverted murderers in the first row of the basement, the cases of those victims who have been missing for a long time and turned into "art objects", the murderer is dead, as if everything is equal.

This result is unacceptable to many victims' families.

They would rather wait for their loved ones to come home day after day for the rest of their lives, rather than hear the outcome of "death".

But everything is a done deal.

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"Discharged?"

"Yes, they were discharged from the hospital this morning, not long after they left."

Nan Jianen turned around and ran out.

He had been to Jintingyuan last time. After swiping his ID card, he arrived at the door of Shen Huan's house with ease.

There was a knock on the door, but no one opened the door for several minutes. Just when he suspected that this person did not go home at all, but went to Shen Yanlian's place, Shen Huan opened the door wearing a loose silk dress.

Seeing that it was him, her expression seemed a little confused: "Why is it you?"

Nan Jianen said: "Miss Li made an appointment with other guests?"

Shen Huan stood aside and let people in. She had made a phone call to Shang Hongxin before. The direct murderer who caused Shen Yan to walk into this nightmare life was dead. The indirect murderer, or the culprit who caused all this, was still alive and well. of.

Of course she wouldn't stop.

"Ah."

Sitting on the sofa, she poured a glass of water for him. Probably out of precaution, Nan Jianen thanked him but didn't move.

"What's wrong with Officer Nan coming here?"

Nan Jianen wanted to say something and ask a lot of questions. He actually saw the person but didn't know how to ask. After thinking for a long time, he said: "They are writing the closing report for those cases."

"Oh."

Looking at the other party's calm look, Nan Jianen felt a little ironic for a moment: "Although in this position, I can never support your behavior of using violence to fight violence, but from a human perspective, I don't think you can." Done wrong.”

If he were not a policeman, he would only feel happy when he saw a vicious criminal being killed with violence.

Unfortunately, Shen Huan didn't buy it: "Your feelings are nothing to me."

Those people took the initiative to offend her. If they didn't seek death themselves, she wouldn't have the leisure to deal with them.

"No matter what, I still want to thank you, on behalf of others and on behalf of the families of those victims, thank you for avenging them."

"I didn't do anything for them." She is the God of Death and does not need to do good deeds to accumulate merit. Everything she does depends on her mood.

"I know you are doing it for the two siblings, but there is one thing I am curious about."

He took out his mobile phone and put it on the table: "Don't worry, I just want to ask. I won't do anything with your answer. Those people deserve to die."