Chapter 338: Rumors are the best amulet, the one to be afraid of is
There was a lot of information contained in Dong Ping's curse, which was very thought-provoking. Several young people with strong curiosity pricked up their ears at the same time.
One of them was so bold as to ask directly: "Captain, is there a dead person in there? Is [Mask] the code name of the murderer?"
Dong Ping glared at the man angrily, and said in a very impolite tone: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!"
After saying that, Dong Ping seemed worried and responsibly warned the 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 you, understand?"
The young men would never listen to Dong Ping's good advice. It seemed that at their age, they were not afraid of death, and usually they would insist on doing something the more they were forbidden to do it.
They all nodded perfunctorily, their eyes passing over Dong Ping and looking 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, apparently reporting the case to the bureau.
From the intermittent conversation, several young people vaguely caught some words.
"Yes, there was a school bag and stationery left at the scene, which contained a student ID card, which can confirm the identity of the victim."
"After the body was identified, the limbs were twisted and broken, and the facial skin was missing, which is consistent with the modus operandi of 'Mask'."
"This is the sixth incident. I understand. I will definitely lead my brothers as soon as possible..."
These scattered sentences, like pieces of a puzzle, helped several young people to outline and reconstruct a horrific serial murder case in their minds.
Dong Ping looked at the young men looking up 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 arrived late and stopped at the intersection. The red and blue lights on the cars flickered in the night, illuminating the growing crowd of onlookers outside the cordon.
The crowd crowded outside the cordon, and whispers were heard one after another.
Among them, several young people who seemed to know something about the case were excitedly describing the course of events with exaggeration. Their tone was full of exaggeration and exaggeration, making it sound as if they had witnessed the entire process of the murderer's crime.
As time went by, 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 blown away.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by, silently lifting a corner of the white cloth, and instantly exposing a chilling and horrific picture to everyone: the limbs were twisted like a dough stick, white bones and bloody red flesh were intertwined, and the face was even more horrifying, with no skin at all, only a thin layer of flesh stuck to the facial bones, and a pair of bulging eyeballs staring angrily with their eyes open.
Everyone who looked over there felt that the pair of resentful and ferocious eyes were looking at them. All of a sudden, they felt a chill running up their spine from the soles of their feet, and their throats seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible hands, leaving 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 victim's face was completely torn off and taken away by the murderer. This is the serial killer's [mask], a signature feature of his crimes."
"Yes, all the limbs were brutally twisted. Hiss, I feel dead just thinking about it."
"Well, this isn't the first one. I'll tell you a secret. Someone in my family works for the police station. He told me that recently, [Mask] has committed six murders in a row, and the victims were all students..."
A thrilling and suspenseful death can make people fear, angry, sympathetic and even cry, but in the end, it will become a topic of conversation for most people after dinner, and a story for them to gossip or brag about.
In the blue and white car.
Feng Ju looked through the window at the corpse exposed by the white cloth blown up by the wind, then glanced at the crowd watching in the distance before slowly retracting his gaze.
Bang——
The car door closed and Dong Ping got in.
"Is everything in order?"
"It's settled. I guess when the lights are turned on in the city tomorrow morning, the news will spread around this area that there is a serial killer nicknamed [Mask] who has been committing crimes crazily and skinning people alive."
"It's good that 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 criticized as incompetent and useless 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 us, the more they believe that our patrol station is clean.
Then let them scold us, what's the big deal, anyway, we won't lose a hair, as long as we are not suspected, the other pressure commissioners can block it for us."
Dong Ping nodded gently, his eyes revealing deep admiration for Feng Ju.
He secretly admired in his heart:
"I never thought that Captain Feng could handle the difficult situation that Li Shang was trying to avoid in such an open and aboveboard way. Doesn't this prove that Captain Feng's ability is far superior to Li Shang's? The vacant position of the director of the Patrol Office should be filled by Captain Feng."
Dong Ping grinned, feeling extremely excited that he had chosen the right captain. He was full of confidence and expectation for the future, so he grinned and said happily: "If this continues, in less than a week, we will be able to verify the people on the list one by one and find out the true identity of [Mask]."
Feng Ju's face darkened, and he solemnly instructed, "Tell all the brothers that from now on, we must be vigilant and extra careful.
As the list of names gradually narrows, I have a strong feeling that we will soon run into the real [Mask]. You know, [Mask] will not surrender like those stupid students."
The passion in Dong Ping's heart seemed to be extinguished in an instant as if by a basin of cold water. He felt a dull pain where his shoulder was connected to the mechanical arm. The pain was reminding him of the horror of that night.
Feng Ju was keenly aware of Dong Ping's anxiety. He gently raised his black hand and touched Dong Ping's silver hand. The touch of black and silver made a hard sound unique to metal.
"Don't be afraid. This time, the brothers have all been reborn. The one we should be afraid of is that [Mask]. I promise that we will crush [Mask's] bones one by one."
A cold and lonely voice echoed in the blue and white car... (End of this chapter)
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