The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Dong Ping's scolding contained a lot of information, which was very imaginative. Several young people with strong curiosity pricked up their ears at the same time.

One of them was even bold enough to ask directly: "Hey, captain, is there a dead person inside? Is [mask] the code name of the murderer?"

Dong Ping glared at the man and said in a very impolite tone: "Don't ask nonsense if you shouldn't ask!"

After that, Dong Ping seemed worried and responsibly reminded several young people:

"You should live nearby. Remember, try to go out less at night recently and don't hang around outside. If you hear or see anything suspicious, don't approach rashly. Curiosity can kill people, understand?"

Several young people didn't listen to Dong Ping's good advice. It seemed that at their age, they were not afraid of death. Usually, the more they were told not to do something, the more they would do it.

They all nodded perfunctorily, and their eyes passed Dong Ping and looked behind the cordon, as if they really wanted to dig out their eyeballs and throw them into the cordon.

Sure enough, their efforts paid off. They vaguely saw a constable not far away making a phone call, seemingly reporting the case to the bureau.

From the intermittent conversation, several young people vaguely caught some words.

"Yes, there was a schoolbag and stationery left at the scene, with a student ID card inside, which can confirm the identity of the victim."

"The body was confirmed, the limbs were twisted and broken, and the facial skin was missing, which is consistent with the modus operandi of the 'mask'."

"This is the sixth case, I understand, I must take my brothers as soon as possible..."

These scattered sentences, like pieces of puzzles, helped several young people outline and restore a terrible serial murder case in their minds.

Dong Ping looked at the young people calmly, with excitement on his face and a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

20 minutes later.

Several blue and white cars that arrived late stopped at the intersection, and the red and blue lights on the car bodies flashed in the night, reflecting the growing crowd of onlookers outside the cordon.

The crowd crowded outside the cordon, whispering one after another.

Among them, several young people who seemed to know something about the case were excitedly describing the case with exaggerated words. Their tone was full of exaggeration and exaggeration, sounding as if they had witnessed the murderer's murder process.

As time passed, finally, under the escort of several constables, a stretcher covered with white cloth was carefully carried out from the cordon.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, and a corner of the covering white cloth was lifted off.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, silently lifting a corner of the white cloth, instantly exposing a chilling horror picture to everyone:

The limbs were twisted like a twist, the white bones were intertwined with the bloody red flesh, and the face was even more horrifying, the skin was completely gone, only a thin layer of flesh was left on the facial bones, and a pair of bulging eyes were staring with anger.

Everyone who looked over felt that the pair of vicious and ferocious eyes were looking at them. Suddenly, they felt a chill running down their spines from the soles of their feet, and their throats seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible hands, making them dry.

However, in this infectious fear, there were two or three young people whose voices, although trembling with fear, were more of a complacent excitement.

"See, I was right, wasn't I? The face of the deceased was completely torn off and taken away by the murderer. This is the serial killer [Mask], the signature feature of his crimes."

"Yes, his limbs were also cruelly twisted. Hiss, I'm dying just thinking about it."

"Well, this is not the first one. I'll tell you secretly, someone in my family works in the police station. He told me that recently, [Mask] has committed six murders in a row, and the dead are all students..."

The terrifying and suspenseful death will make people afraid, angry, sympathetic and even cry, but in the end, it will become the topic of conversation for most people after dinner, and become a story of gossip or bragging in their mouths.

In the blue and white car.

Feng Ju looked through the window at the body exposed by the white cloth blown up by the wind, and glanced at the crowd watching in the distance before slowly retracting his gaze.

Bang——

The car door closed and Dong Ping got in the car.

"Is everything ready?"

"It's ready. I guess tomorrow morning when the lights are turned on in the city, the news that there is a serial killer nicknamed [Mask] who has been committing crimes crazily and skinning people will spread around this area."

"It's good if it spreads. Once it spreads, we can speed up the pace of verification. Rumors are our best amulet."

Dong Ping showed a trace of worry and continued:

"It's good, but if [Mask] continues to commit crimes, our police station will be scolded as incompetent waste again."

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Feng Ju smiled calmly and responded:

"They will only scold us for our incompetence, but they will not doubt us. The more they scold, the more they believe that our patrol station is innocent.

Then let them scold, what's the big deal? Anyway, we won't lose a hair. As long as we are not suspected, other special commissioners can block the pressure for us."

Dong Ping nodded gently, his eyes showing deep admiration for Feng Ju.

He secretly admired in his heart:

"I did not expect that Li Yi's avoided tricks that could not be caught in fear, the Feng team was able to handle it cleverly with such a bright way. Doesn't this prove that Feng team's ability is far above Li Yi. Come on "

Dong Ping grinned and felt very excited to choose the right captain. He was full of confidence and expectations for the future, and then grinned:

"If you go on like this, or for a week, we can verify the people on the list one by one, and find out the real body of [Mask]."

Feng Jue's face was condensed, and sinkingly told:

"Tell all the brothers, from now on, we must be vigilant and be careful.

With the gradual reduction of the list, I have a strong hunch. We will soon hit the real [mask]. You know, [Kamen] will not be arrested like those silly students. "

The passion in Dong Ping's heart seemed to be wiped out by a pot of cold water in an instant. He felt that the place where the shoulders connected with the robotic arm were faint pain, and the pain was reminding him the horror of that night.

Feng Jue keenly noticed Dong Ping's anxiety. He lifted his black hand gently and touched Dong Ping's silver hand. Black and silver touched the unique hard sound of metal.

"Don't be afraid. This time, the brothers can be reborn. The person who should be afraid is [mask]. I promise that we will crush the bones of [masked noodles]."

The cold and quiet voice echoed in the blue and white car ...