Thriller Night Talk

Qing Zhu looked at the mass of flesh wrapped in human skin, her brows were tightly knit, showing obvious disgust.

Although they know the origin of this thing, but for their "special seven", the problems caused by it have not been reduced at all.

First of all, they failed to catch Zhu Hongluo in this house, which means that the suspect in the case of killing two people in a row is still at large.

Such a vicious prisoner not only possesses supernatural powers, but also has ruthless means, and he has hidden many secrets. As long as he is not caught for a day, neither the police nor their "special seven" can explain to the "superior".

In addition, the "failure" left behind by Zhu Hongluo must also be properly disposed of without leaving any traces behind.

So Qingzhu pointed to the lump of flesh that was still pulsating regularly, and asked:

"Beiquan, what should we do with this thing?"

"Strictly speaking, it's just an immortal meatball now."

Bei Quan thought for a while: "I suggest, you might as well bring it back to your 'Special Seven' first, and find an expert to see if they can 'handle' Xu Lei's three souls and seven souls..."

His word "handling" was vague, but both Qingzhu and Aliu could hear that it almost meant to let them try to save themselves.

After a pause, Beiquan went on to say:

"Of course, if it really doesn't work, it's her fate..."

He raised his eyes and looked at the blue candle:

"It can only be burned with a fire."

Qing Zhu nodded slowly with a sullen expression.

The reason why he was codenamed "Qingzhu" was precisely because he used Nanyang Lihuo without authorization.

Nanyang Lihuo is not an ordinary fire, it can burn the filth of the world, and it is also the nemesis of the products of all kinds of sorcery and curses. Of course, it is no problem to deal with such an immortal meatball.

It's just that there is a person's three souls and seven souls inside, if they can't be saved, they will be burned directly, and Xu Lei's soul will also be wiped out, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation.

Although their "Special Seven" belongs to the government agency, but after all, the teacher is the first to teach, and the habit of practicing skills for many years is later. Most of the members still abide by the principle of karma, retribution, and never do everything.

Therefore, in the eyes of moderates like Qingzhu and Aliu, the too simple and crude solution of burning it up with a fire can only be a helpless solution.

"Okay, just do as you say."

Qing Zhu nodded, then took off his coat, shook his arms away, wrapped the ball of live meat including the belt stuffing, and copied it with one hand, "Let's take it back to 'Teqi' first."

The police searched all over the villa, but they couldn't find Zhu Hongluo himself here.

From the looks of it, Zhu Hongluo had learned from nowhere that his identity had been exposed, and ran away ahead of schedule.

But even though Zhu Hongluo ran away, the small building was full of sinister energy. I don't know if there is some kind of evil stuff hidden in any corner - this is quite dangerous for ordinary people.

So after the three of them discussed, they decided to let Miss A Liu stay to assist the police in investigating and dealing with the aftermath, while Beiquan and Qingzhu continued to trace Zhu Hongluo's whereabouts together with the task force.

However, when Beiquan and Qingzhu came out of the house, an old criminal policeman came to meet him, and said straight to the point:

"We found Zhu Honglai!"

Qingzhu immediately asked:

"Where is the person?!"

"Get in the car first!"

The police officer let the two into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car quickly:

"Zhu Hongluo seems to have returned to his unit!"

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Sunday, August 8, at 8:[-] in the morning.

Although Zhu Hongluo stayed in a small courtyard in the countryside all year round and devoted himself to research, he actually had a serious job.

He is an expert employed by the History Institute affiliated to a local university. He has his own research group, and occasionally shows up at the institute, attends several seminars, or leads students, and does evaluations and so on.

So when Lan Fang saw Zhu Hongluo walking into the reference room in the early morning, although he was a little surprised, he didn't have any doubts.

"Congratulations, teacher!"

Lan Fang stood up quickly, and lifted the black-rimmed glasses that had slipped onto the bridge of his nose:

"Why did you come back at this point?"

"Ah, it's Xiaolan."

Zhu Hongluo narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly at Lan Fang:

"I'll come back and find some information."

Lan Fang suddenly shivered.

He was a doctoral student in archeology who was recruited last year. He stayed in the institute for less than a year, and he only met Zhu Hongluo three times.

In Lan Fang's impression, this teacher Zhu is a gentle and elegant gentleman, who treats others very politely, alienated and polite, and because his tone of voice is a bit too feminine, and because he is too old to be married, gossip has been spread in private. Said he might be gay.

But for some reason, at this moment, seeing Zhu Hongluo's smile, Lan Fang felt his heart beating faster for no reason, and goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.

This feeling came for no reason, but it was extremely clear.

He felt like a frog that had been targeted by a snake, and was about to be entangled in the next moment, and then swallowed whole.

- Don't think about it!

Lan Fang quietly pinched himself, forcing out the sense of fear that came from nowhere in his brain.

"Yes, it is so."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.

"Then... Teacher Zhu, what information are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Zhu Hongluo narrowed his eyes, and his voice became softer:

"is it okay?"

He smiled and said:

"Then please help me find two books..."

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Fifteen minutes later, Lan Fang came out of the reference room alone with his Oxford satchel on his back, walked through the long corridor, took the elevator, and went down to the first floor.

When he passed the guard room, the security guy opened the window and greeted Lan Fang with a smile:

"Lan Fang, didn't you say you were going to work on your thesis all night? Why did you leave at this point?"

Lan Fang turned around, put on his black-rimmed glasses, smiled at the security guy, and replied softly:

"The information is almost done, I'll write when I go back."

…………

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Another quarter of an hour later, six or seven police cars stopped at the gate of the Institute of History.

The frightened security guard took the police to the top floor and opened the door of the reference room.

In the huge reference room, there are only two light tubes in a row by the window.

In the dim lighting, everyone could see that there was a figure hanging high in front of the window, with his head down, his hands on his sides, motionless.

A rope hung straight down to the man's neck.

A ladder used to retrieve books was overturned on its side.

Zhu Hongluo hanged himself, and he was already too dead to die.

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When Beiquan received Wei Fuyuan's call, it was already 05:30 in the morning, and the eastern horizon showed a white belly, and the sky was already bright.

"...So that's how it is."

After listening to Wei Fuyuan's rambling report, Beiquan roughly understood the situation of Cai Mingjian and Su Lang, "Then what are you going to do?"

【This...】

Wei Fuyuan replied:

[Since the problem lies in the gold bracelet, of course it should be destroyed first. 】

He thought about it, and then said:

【I plan to rush to Su Lan's house now to find that bracelet. 】

In fact, the gold bracelet that Su Lan wore at the wedding was not in the house of her hometown.

After all, it is a precious pure gold antique, at least it is worth tens of thousands. Su Lan originally planned to return it to her best friend immediately after the wedding.

It turned out that although my best friend attended her wedding that day, she left quietly before the banquet was over. Su Lang had called her and sent her a WeChat message, but nothing was received. echo.

In fact, this situation itself is very strange.

But at that time, Su Lan was a newlywed, and she had to be busy with the many chores after the wedding banquet, as well as preparing her honeymoon luggage. It was a time when she was overwhelmed, and she wasn't as keen on some trivial matters as usual. .

She thought that her best friend was just on a temporary basis, so she put the bracelet away properly, and planned to return it in person when she was free.

Unexpectedly, on the second day of the wedding, Su Lan was terribly frightened by the black shadow. Afterwards, accidents and frights took turns. She managed to avoid getting mentally weak from the fright, so she completely forgot that the bracelet hadn't been returned to her best friend. It's over.

It wasn't until Wei Fuyuan told her that the problem was with the gold bracelet that Su Lang suddenly remembered that her best friend had never contacted her since the day of the wedding.

She immediately took out her mobile phone and called her best friend in front of Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an.

A female mechanical voice came from the phone, telling her indifferently, [The number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again. 】

Su Lan tried all the methods she could think of.

It's a pity that whether it's the Penguin WeChat account, Weibo Douyin or even the alumni group, the account of the best friend has either been canceled or abandoned, and there is no way to get in touch with the other party.

Su Lan was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

At this time they had just sent Cai Mingjian to the hospital.

Mr. Cai was not very lucky. He was hit on the back of the head and suffered a slight concussion. Although it was not life-threatening, he was still in a coma. Even if he woke up, he would have to stay in the hospital for two or three days before going home.

When the hero Jiang Nan'an was saving the beauty, he was hit by the coffee table on his right arm. Although the body was protected by an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, the bones were fine, but soft tissue contusions were inevitable. I can't move my arm.

The only one who is alive and kicking and full of combat power is Wei Fuyuan, a rookie who doesn't know anything.

So he decisively called Beiquan to seek remote support from his boyfriend.

"This is..."

Beiquan thought for a while:

"Go to Su Lan's house first and find that gold bracelet, but don't move it."

He added:

"Wait until I come over and deal with it."

【what! ? 】

On the other end of the phone, Wei Fuyuan exclaimed in surprise:

【Do you want to come over! ? 】

The author has something to say: The young couple is going to meet again!