After taking the juice, Minghui deliberately pretended to look at a painting on the wall and stood at the door.

Bang bang-Bang bang-Bang-

A regular knock on the door sounded.

Without waiting for the man to react, Minghui opened the door as soon as he reached out.

"refrigerator!"

Seeing Wu Cuo who rushed in first, Minghui shouted, put the juice in his hand sideways on the table next to the sofa, and a backhanded subdued the man.

Xiaobai quickly followed up, pressed the man from the other side, and shouted loudly: "Let's go down! Hold your head in your hand! Quickly! Lying down!"

The man was stunned by the flash of lightning and lay down mechanically.

Wu Cuo had already rushed to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door.

Wu Cuo has seen countless terrifying murder scenes in his life. He is very sure that he can rank among the top five.

This horror does not come from the cruelty of dismemberment - of course, dismemberment is also an important element that makes up terror - but from the neatness in the refrigerator.

It was a kind of neatness that was colder than cruelty.

The seven heads were wrapped in plastic wrap, filling the freezer drawer on the middle of the refrigerator, instantly reminding people of the scene of tourist attractions standing shoulder to shoulder during the National Day holiday.

The frozen maintains the appearance of the dead well, and it can be said that their expressions are lifelike.

Some were frightened, some were peaceful, and some were despair.

Wu Cuo looked at it briefly and found that one of the faces was Zhang Xiaoqiu.

She frowned, as if she was still thinking about some profound questions at the last moment of her life.

Wu mis-dialed Xu Xinger's cell phone. "Secretary Xu, a major murder case, seven lives."

His voice was cold. He needed to wrap himself with this coldness and temporarily cool his emotions in his heart so that he would not be knocked down by the picture in front of him.

The refrigerator with a larger space on the bottom floor is neatly packed with fresh boxes.

Wu Cuo took out a few boxes and found that it was full of meat filling. He just didn't know what kind of meat the filling was.

After taking out a few more boxes, Wu Cuo found a fresh-keeping box with different contents.

Through the frost on the box, I vaguely saw several pieces of long strips of meat. When I opened the fresh-keeping box, I was full of my fingers!

I counted it and found that there were 7 in total, the same number of heads.

When observing the shape of the finger, it should be all the left ring finger.

Two of the fingers were wearing rings, a gold ring, and a diamond ring - Wu Cuo could not tell the authenticity of the diamond ring.

There are also gains in the refrigerator at the top of the refrigerator.

The two rice cookers are placed in the middle, one of which is full of meat porridge, and only half of the other pot is left.

There is also a fresh-keeping box, which seems to be taken from the bottom, and the meat fillings that were ready to be used slowly.

Even though I have been a police officer for nearly a year and have seen many young people at the scene of the murder case, I still can't help but want to vomit.

He covered his mouth and snatched out of the door, with a painful expression, almost striking Yan Ruyu who had entered the room last time.

Although Yan Ruyu entered the house the last time, she understood everything in the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he picked up the cup Minghui placed on the table next to the coffee table. He poured all the drinks in the cup into the evidence bag and sealed the mouth of the evidence bag.

Minghui said "wardrobe".

Yan Ruyu walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door, and quickly took out the storage box in the wardrobe.

The sudden trial began quickly.

Several people surrounded the man and first formed a sense of oppression. Wu Cuo said sternly: "Name?!"

The man seemed to have not yet come back to his senses from his surprise, or, he realized that his death was approaching, and his heart was ashamed.

After three seconds, he replied weakly: "Li Zhong."

Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows secretly. This was probably one of Wu Cuo's rare chances to win him. It was a pity.

"Professional?" Wu Cuo needs to confirm as soon as possible whether he is a fellow traveler.

If you really are a colleague and there is a serial killer among the police, the nature and impact of the case will be completely different.

Fortunately, he replied, "No job."

Wu Cuo pointed at Minghui and said, "Why do you lie to her? Why did you tell her? Why do you say you are a policeman?"

"I want her to trust."

A big rock fell to the ground in everyone's hearts.

Wu Cuo pointed to the refrigerator again and said, "How did they die?!"

"I... killed."

"Say it again, who killed it?"

"I."

"Are you alone? Do you have any helpers?"

"No, it's just me."

"What did you use to kill? Ah?"

The man was silent, and Wu Cuo raised his voice and asked again.

"Not necessarily, it depends on how they want to die. Some of them strangled, some drowned, and some cut their wrists." This seemed to remind the man, and there was a gleam in his eyes, and he quickly defended: "It was not me who killed! They were going to die by themselves!"

Xiaobai added strength to his hands to prevent the man from breaking free from the ground.

"When was the first time I did it?!" Wu Cuo continued to ask.

"It's been a few years...I forgot."

"What's going on with the meat stuffing in the refrigerator?"

"That's them."

"Who chopped the meat stuffing?"

"I."

"What are you doing for chopping the stuffing?"

Everyone present is fully prepared. If a man really says the word "eat", they must treat it with a professional attitude no matter what, and must not vomit it out on the spot.

To everyone's expectations, the man said "Feed the dog".

"What dogs do you feed?"

"The stray dog ​​outside?"

Wu Cuo suddenly realized and asked, "Is it just to use the meat porridge in the refrigerator?"

"yes."

"Why feed the dog?"

"If you die, you can contribute to other lives. Isn't this very meaningful? They... should be willing."

Wu Cuo glared at him with contempt. It is hard to imagine that a murderer would actually talk to people about the contribution and significance of life.

Wu Cuo asked again: "Why are you leaving your head and ring finger?"

"I feel wronged when I am alive. At least I should be well-known when I die. No one remembers them. It doesn't matter, I remember... I can't die. I die. Who still remembers them..."

Crazy talk!

Wu Cuo asked again, but he would not answer the questions carefully. He just emphasized how important he was, and he would never die. He said the same thing back and forth.

Wu Cuo knew that he couldn't ask anything for a while, so he said to Minghui: "You and Xiaobai will take him back first."

"no problem."

Yan Ruyu quickly followed out and asked, "I'll go with you."

On the return car.

Yan Ruyu drove, Qin Shouru was in the passenger seat, Minghui and Xiaobai were sitting in the back seat, escorting the suspect Li Zhong.

According to regulations, Qin Shouru was not allowed to enter the scene, and he had been waiting in the car.

When I saw the arrest of the person and the faces of several people were not good, I felt an ominous premonition in my heart and said tremblingly: "Did you... find her?"

"Finally found." Yan Ruyu nodded, "Your guess is right, she was killed in 4 young people."

...

After Wu Cuo completed the survey of the scene, Xu Xinger transported away the head and meat filling. Jin Ziduo also checked and copied the data from the suspect's computer. It was already dark.

Qin Shouru could not describe the feeling in his heart.

If he had been bolder 4 years ago and told her earlier that he was the one who silently atones behind the screen, or if he asked more when she revealed that he was going to meet someone, would the outcome of things be very different?

It seemed as if the gauze floated by the fingertips, I grabbed it casually, but couldn't catch it. When it was blown away by the wind, I realized that it was woven by gold thread and priceless. I regretted it just now, why didn't I catch it carefully and concentrate on it?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

The evidence for Li Zhong's serial killing was conclusive. Wu Cuo handed over the case to Minghui, and the subsequent trial and closing work also exercised Minghui and Xiaobai.

Wu Cuo's thoughts have been occupied by another thing:

Why did the Zhang family hold a fake funeral? Why didn’t they pursue the murder of their daughter and sister? What are they hiding?
Chapter completed!