2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The group of people came to the door of the bedroom, and when they saw the two headless corpses on the bed, they were even more shocked.

Wu Bai finally couldn't help it anymore, his stomach was churning, and he resisted the nausea and stood by the door, lowering his head and staring at his toes, no longer looking at the scene inside, only listening to Lao Qin's words.

"Both the two deceased persons were subjected to inhuman abuse before death. A lot of things were forcefully stuffed into the male owner's stomach. It is currently confirmed that at least one electric razor, two chargers, and a pair of headphones... .As for the rest, we have to wait for the forensic autopsy to determine. All ten of the hostess’s fingers were chopped off, and there were burn marks on the bottom of the soles of her feet. It was suspected that the murderer had dragged her directly to the stove..."

"Isn't this family under surveillance?" Detective Chai Yong's voice suddenly interrupted Lao Qin.

"Yes, just like other victims. It's strange that this family installed home surveillance a few years ago, but then dismantled it for no reason three months ago. Otherwise, if there is surveillance data, we estimate that The murderer should have been caught long ago." Lao Qin complained as he rubbed his messy and sparse hair.

Wu Bai listened silently to the conversation in the room, his hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, his nails dug into his palms, and veins bulged on the backs of his hands.

This is the fourth similar case this month. The victim was killed in his own home, brutally tortured before his death, and then beheaded. None of these people had surveillance cameras installed in their homes, or they had installed surveillance cameras and then voluntarily removed them some time before the incident.

Why? what is this?

There were so many doubts that he really couldn't figure it out.

Wu Bai slowly raised his head and looked at the door slightly deeper in the corridor. The cute little pink wooden sign hanging on the door reveals the identity of the room owner.

He hesitated for a moment, then his eyes became firm and he walked over.

The door was open and there was only one police officer inside taking photos of the scene.

Wu Bai silently stared at the little headless body in light blue pajamas on the pink bed. The muscles in his cheeks were twitching from clenching his teeth. The anger and pain in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"At least the 'Night Demon' chopped off her head in an instant and did not abuse her." A man's voice came from the side, and Chai Yong stood behind him at some point.

"But she is awake." Wu Bai's voice was hoarse.

On the dining table in the living room, the young face in the middle was full of confusion and fear.

"Don't worry, we will catch that guy sooner or later." Chai Yong patted his shoulder.

"Yeah." Wu Bai nodded.

Because he was standing at the back, Chai Yong couldn't see the expression on the young man's face, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Will we catch that guy sooner or later...? In fact, he himself was not sure.

In one month, four serial killings occurred. Judging from the murderer's modus operandi of first torturing and then beheading, he either had some resentment towards the victim or was a psychopath who could gain pleasure from inflicting pain on others.

If it is the first possibility, then all the victims must have intersections with the murderer, and there should be some kind of connection between the victims.

A single freelancer, an old couple, a couple.

After such a long investigation by the police, it was found that their jobs, incomes, and social status were not similar at all. Even they are complete strangers to each other, and their life trajectories have no intersection at all.

The only thing they have in common is that both the freelancer and the couple removed the surveillance cameras from their homes shortly before the incident. As for the old couple, there was no surveillance installed at home.

This is also one of the biggest doubts that troubles the police. Currently, one of the most accepted theories is that the murderer is a person with psychic abilities who can control the victim's behavior. And then use some means to plant hints to the victims so that they will not notice the strange things in their homes.

But this doesn't explain why the surveillance cameras in the corridors, elevators, and stairwells didn't capture anything.

As for the second possibility, the murderer is a psychopath. This situation is probably the last one any police officer wants to encounter. Because this means that the murderer and the victim may not have any relationship, it is simply that the latter was unfortunately chosen by the former.

Surveillance is no longer useful, and if social relationship investigation is also in vain, it means that in this case, the two most commonly used and most efficient methods by the police have lost their meaning.

But the point is, even if you are mentally perverted, you should have a standard for selecting your victims, right?

For example, it specializes in killing special practitioners, rich people, or young girls, etc.

The murderer, codenamed "Night Stalker," committed crimes as if he were throwing dice, and the victims he selected had basically nothing in common.

It can be said that this case broke through common sense in almost every aspect, causing many smart and capable veteran police officers to doubt their decades of experience in handling cases.

...

The work at the scene was carried out in an orderly manner. The victim's body was put into a body bag. Police officers wearing rubber gloves carefully searched every corner of the room, eager to find even a trace of the inhumane murderer.

However, without warning, a woman's shrill scream outside the window shattered the night: "Ahhhhhh!"

Police officer Lao Qin and the detective from the Strange Detective Division who were discussing the case looked at each other and said in unison: "Upstairs!"

However, before the two of them could give the order, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side and slammed into the balcony glass door.

Chai Yong reacted very quickly and tried to pull someone over immediately, but he still missed. He shouted anxiously: "Wu Bai!"

The next moment, under the shocked gazes of Lao Qin and the ordinary police officers around him, the figure "bumped" straight into the glass door. It's as smooth as water, leaving only tiny ripples on the glass surface.

Lao Qin opened his mouth: "This is..."

"His superpower." Chai Yong said a very brief sentence, then turned to look at the other two colleagues in the room with great seriousness, and said in a deep voice: "Action!"

...

Wu Bai's special ability, [Mirror Shuttle], allows him to enter the "mirror world" through all reflective objects and move quickly in that strange space.

At this time, Wu Bai was in the middle of a vast white fog. There was nothing above, below, left, and right, except for objects that reflected faint light on their surfaces and seemed to be hanging in mid-air.

Windows, balcony glass doors, mirrors on the bathroom sink, coffee tables with glass surfaces... Every object is in reference to its actual placement. It's just that other things, such as the sofa, the ceiling and walls of the room, have disappeared at this time.

Wu Bai raised his head suddenly, his figure rising rapidly in the milky white mist, his eyes quickly observing the real world through the suspended reflective objects around him.

A couple was sleeping soundly on the bed in the bedroom. A bare-chested young man wearing a smart helmet was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The young couple stood on the balcony and looked down curiously, whispering...

After traveling rapidly through the mirror world for about 10 seconds, Wu Bai's body suddenly froze and his eyes were fixed on a half-open window.

This is the living room of Household 1911. There are no lights on. You can barely see it through the light from the outside. A dark figure is pressing a woman in striped pajamas on the sofa, holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in his hand and chopping it down hard. .