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Bright red is not necessarily blood stains.

It's dark, but it's definitely the heart of the human heart.

He would never have dreamed that his usual tricks would be used twice by others.

Moreover, it was used twice by different people.

When sleep fell, he knew that it was already too late.

Unfortunately, everything... was too late.

"If you didn't treat them like that, maybe I would let you live."

In the darkness, he heard the last sound.

"That girl asked me to avenge his friends."

Pain, excruciating pain.

He wanted to exert force, to struggle, to cry for help.

He even, at this moment, rang out the people he feared the most, the police.

If, if you can.

Even if he goes to jail, he hopes a police officer will show up in front of him now.

Ax swings.

Go down to the ground at once.

Cut his limbs into pieces.

Blood spurted out from the wounds on his body crazily.

It hurts, it hurts!

The unparalleled pain made him even begin to wish he could die soon.

However……

Apart from being completely powerless, he couldn't do anything.

No, we can’t wait to die!

He used all his strength and tried desperately to break free from the shackles he didn't know where he came from.

"ah!"

He struggled desperately, roared, and used all his strength to tear off a corner of the sleeve of the person in front of him.

"Bang!"

The next moment, it was heartbreaking.

The arm was cut off directly, and he could feel blood gushing out from the broken surface.

…

Ignoring Dong Peng, who was covered in blood spots, Xiao Sun and Lao Liu's first reaction after Dong Peng was handcuffed was to rush into the house to see the deceased.

"The person has run out of breath." Old Liu checked skillfully: "Judging from the wound, the blood has almost flowed out, and there is no hope of saving."

"Yes." Xiao Sun nodded, exited the warehouse, and closed the door: "Protect the scene!"

"Officer Sun, let me go, can you let me go first?" Dong Peng shrugged helplessly: "I am the police caller, not the murderer."

"I'm sorry." Xiao Sun looked Dong Peng up and down: "I can't let you go now, and I still have some questions to ask you."

"Please, sir." Dong Peng had no choice but to nod: "But I am really... I am the one who called to report the incident!"

Xiao Sun ignored his complaints and focused on Dong Peng's face.

"What's that on your face?"

From the first moment he saw Dong Peng, the attire on Dong Peng's face shocked him. Dong Peng's face was colorfully painted with various colors, mixed with many red dots.

"That's it." Dong Peng shrugged: "I just went to work part-time as a clown in a painting costume."

"clown?"

"Well, he's the one who sends out balloons at the amusement park." Dong Peng nodded.

"Could that be blood, right?" Of course, what Xiao Sun cares about most is not the strange costume, but the blood spots on it.

"Of course not." Dong Peng shook his head: "It's just red paint."

"Red paint?" Xiao Sun didn't believe it: "Which amusement park's clown needs blood dots?"

As he spoke, Xiao Sun took a closer look, only to find that the paint on Dong Peng's face had completely dried, and even started to peel off in some places.

"It's a horror amusement park, don't you know? Many young people go there with their girlfriends." Dong Peng said and looked at Xiao Sun: "Oh, I forgot, you don't have a girlfriend."

"..." Xiao Sun did not respond to Dong Peng, but looked at Dong Peng: "These things on your body are also paints?"

He was referring to some clearly different colors on Dong Peng's black coat. Although the color could not be seen on the black coat, the dot-like traces were obvious.

"These are drinks sprinkled by tourists." Dong Peng said without changing his face: "Because this guest also gave me a keychain as compensation, which is in my bag."

Dong Peng said and looked at the backpack placed on the ground.

Only then did Xiao Sun notice that there was a gray-black backpack near Dong Peng, leaning against the door of the warehouse, blending in well with the environment.

"Sorry, I need to check your backpack."

"Whatever." Dong Peng nodded indifferently and took two small steps further away from the backpack to express that he would not interfere.

"Officer Sun." Mr. Wang, who had been following Xiao Sun, saw Xiao Sun walking towards his backpack, while Dong Peng gradually leaned towards him. Then he looked at the monk who had kidnapped him and decisively chose to follow Xiao Sun: "Officer Sun , how can I help?"

"Don't touch anything!" Xiao Sun quickly stopped Mr. Wang's actions.

But he didn't stop Mr. Wang from following, after all, the two people behind him...

"Dong Peng, come here too." Xiao Sun was worried that Dong Peng would escape, so he pulled Dong Peng over.

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded, but while Xiao Sun and Mr. Wang were looking at the backpack, he winked at the monk and looked at a trash can in the distance.

"Officer Sun." The monk understood and said, "Officer Sun, since the young monk has arrived, he should be the one who has redeemed the deceased. Can you let the young monk enter the house and have a look?"

"No." Xiao Sun naturally refused without even thinking about this behavior that might damage the scene.

"Then, young monk, go to the back and help Officer Liu." The monk was not angry at being rejected. He pointed to the back of the room and raised his legs to leave.

"No!" Xiao Sun refused again. The monk and Lao Liu had a special relationship. If they were alone together, something might go wrong.

"Then I will help you look after this gentleman?" The monk pointed at Dong Peng.

"..." Xiao Sun was silent for a moment, but still shook his head: "No need, Master, please take a rest next to you. I will tell you if you need anything."

Xiao Sun suddenly felt a little tired. There was a dead person in the house and five living people outside the house, but there was not even one person who could help him. Instead, there was a burden that he needed to protect all the time.

"Alas..." The monk sighed: "Forget it, I am just being sentimental. I will stay away from you. That's all right."

"No..." Xiao Sun didn't want to let the monk leave because he suspected that the monk was related to the kidnapping of Mr. Wang, but looking at the monk's decadent and lost back, Xiao Sun couldn't say it.

"Officer Sun, why bother with a monk?" Dong Peng sighed, "Let's investigate the case quickly. I want to go home for dinner."

"Yes, yes," Xiao Sun did not expect that Mr. Wang beside him also joined in, "Search quickly. He is just a monk. If he leaves, he will leave. Why bother with him!"

From his tone, it seems that he wants the monk to leave quickly.

"Yeah." Xiao Sun's mouth twitched twice, and he retracted his gaze and placed it on Dong Peng's backpack, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Perhaps, this is what Director Wang felt at the time.