Who moved my novel?

"Xue Mo, is what you said true?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo with panda eyes in front of him, and he really couldn't bear to continue disturbing him.

"Of course." Xue Mo nodded: "I don't know what's going on. I originally thought that writing about one death and one death must be because there was a possibility of it coming true. It just so happened that this time I dreamed of thirteen people dying at once. That’s all written down. Isn’t it possible that the murderer could really kill so many people at once?”

"Fuck!" Zhao Feng couldn't help but cursed. He couldn't tell whether he was scolding Xue Mo or the murderer.

"Zhao Feng, are so many people really dead?" Xue Mo still couldn't believe it.

"Really." Zhao Feng nodded: "I personally heard what the general situation told Wang Ju on the way back."

"This...is this too outrageous?" Xue Mo's mouth twitched: "Seven, who can kill seven at once!"

"It seems like it's a gang." Zhao Feng frowned: "This is troublesome. If it is one person, the harm is at least controllable, but if it is a gang, the harm that may be caused... is difficult to estimate. ”

"Is there anything I can do?" Xue Mo asked with a slight frown.

"Not yet." Zhao Feng shook his head: "Now everyone in the city bureau has entered an overloaded work state. I estimate when will I take care of you."

"Uh..." Xue Mo opened his mouth in embarrassment and said after a long time: "No, I mean, do you need my help?"

"No need for the time being." Zhao Feng shook his head: "If you really want to help, don't update it for the time being."

"Not updated?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows: "How about that? If I don't update, wouldn't I be a eunuch? If I were a eunuch, wouldn't I be beaten to death?"

"Then you can write something else." Zhao Feng waved his hand, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Xue Mo, I really don't know how you did it, or why you did it, but, I’ve gone to Chengfeng, but I still haven’t found any clues as to why your novel will come true.”

"Maybe it's a precognitive dream. After all, there have always been legends about this thing."

"Oh, maybe." Zhao Feng nodded helplessly, glanced at the vibrating cell phone, and stood up: "Bureau Wang and the others came to pick me up. I'm going to check first. You should pay attention to your own safety."

…

"What, a total of eight?" Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ju in surprise: "Why is there another one?"

"The report we just received." Director Wang rubbed his forehead: "What is this all about? How come Chixin City has become such a mess recently?"

"..." Zhao Feng did not answer, and did not know how to answer. Indeed, when he first arrived, Chixin City was just a peaceful and peaceful town. Although one or two incidents occurred, it did not affect everyone. life.

But look now...

Outside the window, there are deserted businesses and streets with almost no people.

On the roadside are pedestrians who have to go out, but are cautious and do not even dare to look at others.

Where is this still a city? This is like an endless hell!

"Look at this, this is the photo taken by the comrades from the police station first." Wang Ju said and handed the phone to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng looked at the words and was stunned for a moment.

"faint"

"Black Wind"

"rainstorm"

"swamp"

"Ten trenches"

"Gayna"

"Dorome"

Seven photos, each with seven sets of strange bloody characters written on them.

"Is this?" Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ju in confusion.

"It's the thirteen levels of hell in Dante's Inferno." The person sitting next to Wang Ju explained: "Maybe the murderer has a certain religious overtone."

"Religious color?" Zhao Feng thought of something and frowned slightly: "Is it related to Satan?"

"have."

"No."

Two people gave different answers.

"I mean it has nothing to do with the painter named Satan." Wang Ju explained: "I also asked, but that painter is...with Xiao Sun."

"Yeah." The other person nodded and shrugged: "I'm talking about another Satan."

"Don't look at that one yet." Wang Ju shook his head: "This thing may have some meaning, but there is only one piece of information that can be obtained from it now, and that is that the murderers of these murders are related. Let's look at the other ones first. Bar."

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded and looked at the other photos: "This... is a little bloody..."

Zhao Feng clicked his tongue as he watched. These people died in strange ways. The only thing they had in common was that their deaths were ugly.

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "Not only was the method brutal, but he also blatantly threw the murder weapon at the scene of the crime."

"So arrogant?" Zhao Feng was stunned again. This could almost be understood as a blatant provocation to them.

"Focus on this." Wang Ju pointed to the red spots on the picture: "Look at this, do you feel a little familiar?"

"Let me take a look." Zhao Feng looked in the direction Wang Ju pointed and saw some strange phenomena: there was a strange wound on the wrist of each corpse, which should have been cut with a knife. It was strange. Because the wound is completely unnecessary, but it exists on every corpse, like some kind of special mark.

"What on earth is this?" Zhao Feng frowned: "I feel like I have seen it somewhere."

"You feel familiar with it, right?" Director Wang nodded: "Do you remember some of the previous cases? There were several cases with inexplicable wounds, and the location was similar to this one."

"Previous cases?" Zhao Feng closed his eyes slightly, and the appearance of the corpses flashed through his mind. On those corpses, many were indeed scratched with unnecessary scars.