Super thriller live broadcast

I put down the doll in my hand, feeling a little uncomfortable looking at the faces drawn with water pens.

"Although it is just a sketch with a pen, it seems to give the doll a soul. How did he draw it?" I was still thinking, and the girl in red walked to the table at some point. She raised her scarred hand and grabbed it. The cloth on the wall.

"What are you going to do?" I looked up and saw the girl pulling down the cloth covering the wall.

"this……"

The wall in front of me was covered with photos of dead people!

Everywhere there were murder scenes, innocent people died one after another, and I seemed to hear their screams as they struggled.

"Too cruel."

My heart was shaking and I forced myself to look at the photos on the wall.

In the photos, the deceased died in various strange ways. The only similarity is that at the murder scene, you will always see a clown with a big red mouth.

He was happy and proud, grinning widely, and even the tears in the corners of his eyes looked a little unclear.

It's hard to believe that a person would have such a hobby. He is not only cruel and cold-blooded, but also likes to use the remains of the deceased as a kind of proof and memorial.

"This person's degree of psychological distortion ranks among the top three among all the criminals I have ever seen." This sentence was not said by me, but came from the barrage in the live broadcast room. The Socratic Paradox was displayed on the screen. On the other side, I witnessed the scene of an underground wax factory and a pile of corpses disguised in plastic plaster.

After reading his barrage, I feel the same way.

Looking across the photos, who would have thought that such a terrifying truth was hidden in this paradise built for happiness.

The photos are all affixed to the wall with transparent tape and cannot be removed or easily destroyed.

"These photos were taken over a wide span of time." One of the photos captured the deceased's mobile phone, which showed that the time was five years ago. In another photo, the place of death was not in the paradise. The deceased was injured by a heavy object and fell in a pool of blood. The shop window behind him reflected the shadow of the big clock in the old city.

Different times, different places, completely random killing methods, and even arrogant enough to take photos to commemorate. This guy is a devil, and treats living people as prey.

His eyes swept across and finally stopped at the center of the wall.

My expression changed again and again, my fists clenched, my finger bones crackled, and veins appeared on my arms.

Three photos are posted on the finished glyph in the center of the wall.

In the first photo, the deceased was wearing sackcloth and mourning. After his body was penetrated by steel bars, he was kneeling on the ground and still kowtowed to beg for mercy!

In the second picture, the college student wearing glasses opened his eyes wide and looked at the body getting further and further away from him. His body was separated and his head was taken away!

The third picture shows the dark study room of a women's university, which is neat and tidy, with blood flowing out of every drawer!

And among these three photos, in the middle of the entire wall, there was one photo that burned into my eyes like a red-hot iron.

This is the most special photo because there is no dead person in the photo. There is only a dying man tied to a chair. His tears and snot can't stop flowing out. His face is frightened and his mouth is gagged. There was a constant whining of pleading.

The photo faithfully records all this. The murderer is enjoying the despair of the victim. The struggle and cry of the deceased before death are almost exciting the climax of the murderer.

He was holding a special steel needle, and in the corner of the picture, a young and immature-looking policeman wearing a police uniform emerged from under the bed in the house.

The camera pressed the shutter and happened to record this scene five years ago.

The door of memory was pried open, and the things I least wanted to recall clearly appeared in my mind, lingering. It was only now that I realized that I had never forgotten anything. These five years of paralysis and self-consciousness Even my exile did not make me forget a single thing that happened at that time!

They are like brands, burned into the heart, leaving deep scars that cannot be erased.

"It turns out that the murderer five years ago was you..."

The clown who bumped into my shoulder at the beginning of the parade overlapped with the vague face in my mind. Spanning five years, that sinful face slowly emerged.

He didn't seem to have changed much, he was still so ordinary and so detestable.

Before I started my first live broadcast, the world in my eyes was boring and dull, like a rotting camel. It wasn't until I met Lu Xing that my opinion changed. That murderer was full of morbid passion. His cold-bloodedness and unscrupulousness reminded me of the serial murderer five years ago.

The first time I learned about Lu Xing's existence, I had actually connected him with the serial murderer five years ago. But the vague impression left in my mind from five years ago told me that the murderer's face was similar to Lu Xing's. Different tastes.

Lu Xing had a double face, one was handsome and the other was ferocious. His face was very distinctive and could never be forgotten after just one glance. This was different from the murderer five years ago.

But Lu Xing's behavior was very similar to that of the madman five years ago. It seemed like he was killing people randomly, but in fact, every deceased person was a carefully selected sacrifice.

I have been exploring the Double-Faced Buddha and actively cooperated with the live broadcast of the underworld show. A large part of the reason is to deal with Lu Xing. I want to catch him and learn some things from him five years ago. The Rainy Night Serial Murder Case will always be in my heart. If I don’t catch the real murderer, I will have trouble sleeping and eating in my life.

And before this live broadcast started, when I learned from Mr. Gu that Lu Xing had an accomplice, my heart jumped because some of his descriptions were too similar to the murderer I met five years ago.

I have been thinking about why the other party placed a set of mourning clothes on Xiaofeng's bed and deliberately left a note in the mourning clothes.

Thinking about it now, that should have been the murderer's provocation against me.

"Guess who I am?"

From the moment I saw this sentence, the game that he and I had played without a winner five years ago had started again.

Standing in front of a wall full of photos of the dead, I stood stunned for a long time. Before the live broadcast started, the three voices on the mobile phone at the underworld show corresponded to the three dead people from five years ago. They must also be impatient for me to help them clean them up. Get rid of your grievances and be reincarnated as soon as possible.

"Five years, I've been looking for you for five years..."

What the girl just pulled down was not just an ordinary piece of cloth, it was also the prelude to a life and death struggle.

"Five years ago, you killed people randomly and blamed me for being the murderer, and escaped safely. Five years later, Lu Xing is still doing the same thing as you did before. It seems that you didn't pay any price five years ago. , at least because of my disruption, your plan was aborted and delayed for five years."

The reincarnation of cause and effect is destined. Five years ago, there was no winner. Five years later, we met on a narrow road. The opponent became more cunning and the situation became more dangerous. But I am no longer the trainee policeman who knows nothing.

"Guess who I am? Now that I know your identity, is it my turn to take action?" The veins on my arms haven't gone away yet, and there is a trace of viciousness and determination on my face, with flying eyes. Xue Hong, there must be no mercy in dealing with such crazy criminals as them.

I tightened my grip on the iron pliers and checked the talismans on my body. After everything was ready, I picked up my mobile phone from the underworld show, looked at the live broadcast room I named myself, and said in a rare and solemn tone.

"Dear friends, I have a grudge from five years ago that I want to settle today. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you later, so I want to temporarily shut down the live broadcast. If I start broadcasting again before dawn, everything will continue as usual. If... forget it. , if I hadn’t started broadcasting, I’m afraid you wouldn’t remember me in the future.”

Socrates' paradox: "Anchor, it seems that you already know the whole story. Can you tell it to us water friends and let us help you come up with ideas."

Master Tieling Biao: "Brother, don't be nagging, just report your address directly."

Teletubbies died of murder: "Boss, no matter who you are going to kill, count me in!"

Jiangcheng veteran driver: "Anchor, don't be impulsive. I'm driving a taxi to your place. I'll risk my life today!"

"Don't turn off the broadcast! I'll be here soon!"

"What a coward, people are live broadcasting, I swear to live or die with the live broadcast!"

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Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "I just woke up from meditation. It's been a long time, little friend..."