Including Zhang San, this gang of thugs were all ordinary people. Well, if they had even one expert among them, they wouldn't have had to cooperate with Constable Liu.
"I'll send you down right away, but since you'll be my creations, let's wait a bit."
As before, the knife fell swiftly, leaving the courtyard littered with corpses, the thick stench of blood already wafting out.
These people were not turned into the original manuscript by Han Feiyu.
Just like he said, there's no rush now.
Sometimes, the dead are more useful than the living. He wanted to use these dead people and the power of fiction to put on a show in front of the surrounding residents.
"Come on, let's make the final arrangements before the show begins."
He found a fire poker, stained it with the blood from the ground, and began to write and draw on the white wall next to him.
Having accomplished all this, his appearance changed, and he appeared in an official's uniform.
He simply walked out the back door as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't until the next morning, almost dawn, that someone passed by.
"Ahhhhhh..."
A scream shattered the tranquility of the street. Passersby not far away saw a young man tumbling and crawling towards them, shouting as he ran.
"People are dead, so many dead people, corpses everywhere, blood, blood..."
Last night, someone left the door open when they went out. The young man smelled a strange odor and, out of curiosity, went to take a look.
Then, he was terrified.
I desperately want to leave that place and find a safe place if possible.
While he was still running, he noticed that several people had heard what he had just said and were now heading in the opposite direction from him.
young people:?
"Did you hear that? It sounds like someone has died?"
"Let's go take a look. The fact that the kid was able to escape means the killer must have already left."
There are always some people who, out of curiosity, want to take a look when they encounter something interesting.
Thus, some people wished they could stay far away from here, while others thought they could go and join in the fun.
"Oh my god, good heavens, this is Zhang San's subordinate, right?"
So many people are dead, their heads are all on the ground, and blood is splattered everywhere..."
A dozen or so dead bodies appeared before us, and the scene reeked of blood; it was undeniably terrifying.
"Look, that's not all, there are words on this wall."
"The murderer, the lawless madman, Zhang San."
There were nine characters in total, written in blood on a pristine white wall.
The onlookers were quite perceptive; one of the butchers explained that there were dried bloodstains beneath the characters, indicating that they must have been freshly written earlier.
It's highly likely that this is the killer's handwriting.
"Really? Zhang San? Aren't these Zhang San's men? Has he gone mad or what, attacking these people?"
"I don't know, but he seems pretty arrogant. I wonder if this guy will do it again?"
The blood-written words were deliberately left by Han Feiyu to instill fear, and it seems to have worked.
He can proceed to the next step.
"Quiet down, what are you all doing here? Move aside, this is official business."
"Officer Liu is here? I heard he has some connection with Zhang San..."
Upon seeing "Officer Liu" and another official approaching, everyone tacitly made way for them.
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