C569 The Devil Is by His Side

Lin Huahua's mother had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Ever since her daughter had gone to play, she had been unable to get through to her child's cell phone, and it had always been the man in front of her who had contacted her.

Lin Huahua's mother quickened her pace. "How much longer until we arrive?" Under the dim streetlight, the man kept his head down as he walked forward.

"Soon." He said in a low voice.

Lin Huahua's mother ran to the parts processing shop and pushed the door open. The room was pitch black. The pungent smell of coal almost suffocated her.

"What the hell? What's going on?!"

Lin Huahua's mother covered her nose and ran to the first floor of the attic. She felt very dark. She stuck her head in and the man hugged her from behind.

"Meet your child on the road to Huang Quan!" The man said.

The man blew into Lin Huahua's mother's ear. Before the middle-aged woman could react, he felt a cold sensation on his neck. With a wave of his saber, blood gushed out from Zhao Dabao's neck.

How beautiful! What a pity!

Lin Huahua's mother fell to the ground.

The man felt that he did not have enough. He looked upstairs as if he was a hunter sizing up his prey.

After killing Lin Huahua's mother with one move, the man walked around the kitchen on the first floor and took out a machete, a knife in his boots, and a saw that he had just bought. He went upstairs.

Seeing the prey in his hands die in a struggle, there was nothing more satisfying than this.

However, Chi Shaojun had been worried that this devil would approach the other women in the high-end residential area. When he did not know who this person was, he let Ann Qianxi stay at home.

The second warlock claimed that he saw a short and fat man with black hair.

Therefore, the two magicians started to argue and started to scold each other on the spot. The rich people who were in a dilemma could only send him away.

This farce, which was caused by the ignorance and superstition of the masses, finally came to an end.

And the actions of the rich people were clearly seen by the murderer who was hiding in the dark. He enjoyed the joy brought by the helplessness of the rich people. Then, he stretched lazily and picked up his knife, unhurriedly continuing the process of his slaughter.

One morning, the hotel waiter Ye Xin went to the hotel to be on duty at peace. When he arrived, he found that the door was open. The front desk was very messy. The waiter Chen Yao who was on duty that night was lying on the ground with blood all over her body. She was no longer breathing.

Immediately report the case and all the detectives from the city detective agency rushed over.

Through a careful investigation of the scene, the detective's main harvest was a blood handprint on the tile on the scene and several blood footprints on the scene. In addition, the lock on the front desk was forcefully pried open and all thirty thousand yuan in cash was stolen.

After a remote fingerprint comparison of the fingerprints on the crime scene, the fingerprint of the blood handprint on the crime scene was compared to Hao Daren's previous criminal record. Hao Daren had committed multiple crimes such as burglary, provocations, intentional damage, and so on. That was why he had left a sample in the fingerprint library.

Although Hao Daren was a major suspect, some of the details in this case made the detective feel inexplicably familiar.

Firstly, the clothes of the deceased were stripped off, and there were no traces of injury on the scene.

Secondly, the deceased had also died from a neck injury. The blood loss shock caused by a fatal incision was the direct cause of death, and the numerous parallel skin striations in the surroundings could very well be a threatening injury.

Although these were somewhat similar to the recent serial murders, their motives were much clearer.

The murderer first threatened the victim to open the money locker, but the victim refused. In the end, he was cut in the throat and killed. The murderer then used the lock to extract the information. This was a typical burglary type murder case.

The forensic doctor Ann Qianxi could only re-examine all the evidence and information at the scene of the crime. The real truth was a piece of toilet paper found in the garbage bin at the corner of the stairs.

At that time, the detective had extracted three bundles of toilet paper from the bucket as evidence. One of them was stained with blood and became the key material for the investigation.

After examination and comparison, the detective confirmed that the blood composition on the toilet paper came from Hao Daren. As for why such evidence was left behind, it was something that the murderer had never dreamed of. It was also something that the detective had not expected.

The murderer had hemorrhoids during the time of the hotel murder, although he was very confident and consciously avoided leaving any traces of himself at the scene. He also helped to dispose of a lot of physical evidence including the murder weapon, but he just happened to not notice it, and it was impossible for him to notice it. He took the paper after he went to the bathroom, and it was the paper with his own blood. It had been a fatal mistake to throw it in the trash can.

After checking the blood on the toilet paper, he found that it matched Cheng Meimei's face chewing demon on the fabric of her clothes in the theater.

"Then what are we waiting for?! I love these two words, catch him!"

In the rented house.

A miserable life! A degenerate life, go to hell!

I have nothing to do with others, this is the world.

With a cold heart, he looked down from above.

Being alive is also often, especially painful.

"What are you writing?"

The man asked Zhang Qian to camp at night. The man said that he wanted to meet up with Zhang Qian before he went back to his hometown.

It was very cold at night, so the man brought Zhang Qian to his cottage.

Other than the man, no one else knew about this room. It was a small two-story attic.

Downstairs, there was a shop that sold parts. The boss did not often stay here. He only came back occasionally to take a look. He got along well with the man. Therefore, the men were free to come and go on the second floor of the factory.

Zhang Qian came here and was not familiar with the environment here. Only the middle-aged man was very generous to her. It was a one-night stand. He promised to give Zhang Qian ten thousand yuan and invited her to his house to buy food for her.

Zhang Qian was very embarrassed. He took the initiative to cut an apple and gave it to the man. Although the cut was not good, it expressed his feelings. The man carried his signature charming smile and borrowed the apple. He quietly placed it on the table.

"Don't you like it?" Zhang Qian asked carefully.

"No." The man turned around with a faint smile on his face. He had a paper talisman with him. "This is for you. It will ensure your safety."

"What kind of ghost talisman is this? If others write about protecting your safety, why are you writing a poem on it?"

"This is my special Peace Talisman. It's self-made. Other people don't have such preferential treatment." The man's thumb and index finger pulled the corner of the paper talisman and pushed it lightly. His posture was charming and strange as he stuck it on Zhang Qian's body.

Zhang Qian was amused and laughed, "Hahaha. Uncle, are you a poet?!" Pointing at the man, she covered her stomach with her hands and laughed on the bed.

"This is my New Year present for you. In two days, I will be going far away from home."

The man looked out the window. The outside world was colorful. Zhang Qian also looked over and wondered if the man was homesick.