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Pushing aside the snow on the ground, several blood-red characters were revealed.

# I will eventually tear off his hypocritical white robe and reveal his dark heart.

Suddenly, a hand slapped the back of Director Wang's hand.

"Ah!" Director Wang suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming.

"Director Wang, the autopsy results are out." Xiao Sun put a folder in front of Director Wang: "The deceased died at around 6:20 in the morning. There were dozens of knife wounds of varying sizes on his body, but most of them were not fatal, and some had even begun to heal. Only two were relatively deep, one on the left kidney and one on the right kidney."

"Both wounds were on the kidneys?" Director Wang frowned: "Was the cause of death blood loss?"

"No, he died of freezing." Xiao Sun shook his head: "The wounds were not big enough to kill him, and the apple seeds in the deceased's stomach were almost undigested. They should have been put in one or two hours before his death."

"In that case." Captain Wang touched his chin: "Why did the murderer do these two things?"

The wounds were almost healed, which means that the deceased was cut at least a few hours before his death, and the apple seeds were almost undigested, which means that they were put in when the deceased was about to die.

Did the murderer wait all night? Just to feed the deceased some apple seeds?

But what was the purpose of doing this? When the apple seeds were fed, the deceased was almost dying.

"Knock knock knock"

"Director Wang!"

Just as Director Wang was thinking hard, a policeman knocked on the door of the office.

"Come in!" Director Wang agreed, and the door was pushed open from the outside, and a criminal police officer walked in holding a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Director Wang looked at the paper: "Lao Zhang, what is this?"

"Director Wang, just now a young man who calls himself Satan sent a painting, saying that it was for Captain Sun." Lao Zhang said, carefully placing the painting on the table.

"Satan?" Director Wang and Xiao Sun heard the name and hurriedly looked at the painting.

This time the words were very different from Satan's previous paintings.

There was no dark red tone, no hideous black lines.

This painting was blue.

In the middle of the dark blue background, a man in white knelt on the ground, his hands behind his back, and his face facing the sky.

The man opened his mouth wide, stared at the blue sky with wide eyes, and looked like he was praying, or confessing.

What is strange is that a green seedling has grown out of the man's mouth, with two tender green leaves on top.

XXXX, XX, XX, 6:21 in the morning.

Right above the man, the time is written in bright red.

And right below the man, the painter's signature is: Satan.

"Is this... the time of death?" Director Wang looked at the time and frowned tightly: "Xiao Sun, Satan should have seen the murderer again this time. Can you find a way to make him say it?"

"This is difficult, Captain Wang." Xiao Sun shook his head slightly: "He seems to be very shy about this kind of thing."

"Maybe he is shy about someone." Director Wang took a puff of cigarette: "Do you think there is a possibility that all the murderers Xiao Sun saw before are the same person, and it is someone he has met?"

"The previous murderer?" Xiao Sun was stunned: "Are you talking about his other three paintings? Do you suspect that the old woman did not commit suicide? And that Pei Qian, could it be killed by the same person?"

"Suicide may not necessarily have a murderer." Director Wang's face was solemn: "But, Satan obviously doesn't contact people much, and the only person he knows to have contact with Ning Xin has been ruled out before..."

"Maybe it's a neighbor?" Xiao Sun remembered something at this moment after Director Wang said this: "Do you think it could be Xue Mo? He lives in the building opposite Satan's house, and he knows Pei Qian."

"If it's Xue Mo..." Director Wang was thinking, suddenly, the door was knocked again.

"Come in!" Director Wang temporarily put his thoughts aside and looked at the person who came in. It turned out to be Dong Peng.

"Director Wang, I found this near the crime scene." Dong Peng took out a piece of paper: "This seems to be left by the murderer."

"Left by the murderer?" Director Wang frowned and took the paper from Dong Peng's hand. He unfolded it and saw a line of bloody handwriting on the paper.

An/apple/a/day, keep/doctor/away.

"Speaking of apples, have you noticed that Xue Mo seems to have been buying apples recently?" Xiao Sun added again.

"What are you talking about?" Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "You don't suspect Xue Mo is the murderer, do you? That's impossible. He was not at the crime scene when the victim died."

"How do you know he wasn't there?" Xiao Sun frowned slightly: "Were you together at the time?"

"He was definitely not there." Director Wang looked solemn: "The three of us were together at that time, and the two of them couldn't be there. Moreover, according to the time of feeding apple seeds, they definitely couldn't rush over from Chengbei District after feeding. They didn't have enough time."

"You were with them at the time?" Xiao Sun was stunned. He didn't expect this to be the case.

"Yeah." Director Wang nodded again and handed the paper to Xiao Sun: "Take it to check for fingerprints, although it is highly unlikely that you can find it."

"Dong Peng, when did you see Xue Mo?" Director Wang put out the cigarette in his hand and looked at Dong Peng.

"A little after two o'clock." Dong Peng recalled a little: "We agreed to meet at the entrance of the park and come together."

"Park?" Director Wang paused slightly in the action of pinching the cigarette and looked at Dong Peng in surprise.

…

"Satan."

"Satan."

"Are you at home?"

"You, stay at home."

There was a slight knock on the door.

"I'm at home, please come back." Satan's voice came from behind the door: "My walls have been soaked in blood. From now on, there will only be Satan in the world."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"That's not right."

"Did you forget something?"

The voice outside the door murmured softly.

"I will take the same path as you, but I don't want to go with you. You are also one of the main culprits that made me become like this." Satan said with a stern expression.

"yes."

"Yes."

"Do you hate me?"

"Do you want to kill me?"

The voice outside the door was not only lifeless but seemed a little excited.

"..." Satan was silent.

"Go to sleep."

"Go to sleep."

"It's all a dream."

"Wake up and enjoy your hard-earned peace and quiet."

The sounds outside the door gradually became softer and crisper.

"Peace? Tranquility? These have nothing to do with me anymore. All that's left in my heart is..." Satan said, and his eyelids suddenly sank: "Only..."

The sounds outside the door gradually dispersed.

Satan's feet weakened, he collapsed on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I am Satan, I am the devil, I am the most..."

He was still mumbling, but the next moment, Satan fell into a deep sleep.

The snoring gradually became evener.