The thirty-three years of Ganling, spring day.

In the early morning, Fuping County was sparsely populated and the mist was not dissipated.

On the edge of a small lake in the suburbs, scarlet blood spread in the air. What flows through the small lake is not clear lake water, but blood with a fishy smell! In the middle of the blood, human organs are floating. The human organs have begun to turn white due to the erosion of the lake water, and they look ugly and disgusting!

On the path in the distance, two figures, one big and one small, slowly came along in the mist. When they approached, they saw clearly that the big one was a man with graceful and elegant temperament, with bright teeth and bright eyes. His steps were light and elegant, and there was a bird covered in black on his shoulders. The bird pecked at the sharp eyes, and his breed was not visible, but he was particularly energetic.

At the hand of the man, he was holding a little boy. The boy looked about four or five years old, and was covered in jade. His dark eyes were as bright as stars.

They walked all the way to the lakeside and stopped until they saw the situation in the water.

"Mom, we're late again." Liu Xiaoli muttered unhappy with her cheeks puffed up.

The man bent his white fingers and tapped the little guy's head lightly, squinted his eyes: "What did you call me just now?"

Liu Xiaoli covered her head, pouted her mouth pitifully, and shouted unwillingly: "Dad..."

The man then showed a satisfied expression, pushed the little guy's back, and ordered: "Go and find the corpse."

The little guy hunched, walked into the grass with his short legs, and pulled it for a while before he found the target.

"Mom, oh no, dad... the body is here."

The man walked over calmly and glanced at his son with a warning.

Liu Xiaoli quickly shrank his neck and took two steps back aggrievedly. He still doesn't understand why his mother is obviously a mother, but she insists on calling her father!

Ignoring the little guy's pitiful eyes, Liu Wei leaned his head and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw a female corpse covered in blood and lying there in the grass, lying with her eyes open.

Squatted down, stared at the female corpse for a few glances, Liu Wei confirmed: "Like the eight dead before."

Liu Xiaoli's bright black eyes were round and wide open: "Is it the murderer? The murderer is really energetic. From Qujiang Prefecture to Fuping County, he walked half of Jiangnan in a whole month, killing all the way, and the techniques were the same every time. Isn't he afraid of showing his legs? Mother?"

"He is creating his own style." Liu Wei said lightly, stood up from the ground and took his son's hand: "A perverted murderer, with his own aesthetic consciousness. He thinks that only when a person dies like this is the most beautiful!"

Liu Xiaoli disliked: "But I think it's okay, it's not very beautiful."

Liu Wei agreed: "It's indeed not beautiful. This murderer seems to have a low level of education, average aesthetics, and a relatively single creative technique. If the belly is broken, it's beautiful, then all the butchers are artists!"

Liu Xiaoli knew what the artist meant, and his mother told him, so he nodded and asked again: "Dad, what should we do now? Should we report to the official first or continue chasing him?"

Liu Wei licked his lips: "Eat breakfast first."

“What to eat?”

Liu Wei thought for a while: "Pig blood porridge?"

Liu Xiaoli frowned: "Dad, Xiaoli just saw the body and didn't want to eat pig blood porridge."

Liu Wei said again: "Pig intestine porridge?"

Liu Xiaoli bulged her cheeks and said, "But Xiaoli also saw human intestines and didn't want to eat pig intestine porridge."

Liu Wei looked at his son with disapproval: "You are too picky in food, so you won't grow taller like this."
Chapter completed!