After each flow image, Jiayi thought it would be the most terrifying flow image she had ever seen.

But there were even worse ones afterwards.

How much hatred can there be between people?

In the flow image, Zhong Chuantao was wearing loose clothes with wrinkles all over his clothes, and he was sprinkled with some dark drinks such as coffee or red wine...

A woman helped him into the bathroom, like a puppet, leading Zhong Chuantao who had no resistance at all.

The victim always had a happy expression on his face. When he sat on the toilet to rest, when he looked up, his face was clearly illuminated by the cold light in the bathroom. His eyes were no longer clear, and his expression also had an abnormal trance.

The woman stood beside him for a long time, always looking down at him, the emotions in her eyes were complicated and difficult to discern. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly moved and stretched out her hands to pinch his neck.

Zhong Chuantao, however, not only did not show any fear, but he seemed very happy.

The woman who had been smiling charmingly just now suddenly became indifferent, and when she tightened her hands, she even looked a little bit vicious.

Zhong Chuantao just frowned, without the slightest sign of struggle, and his mind was obviously not clear.

Seeing him like this, the woman finally stood up.

Her hair was a little disheveled, and her hair trembled slightly when she lowered her head, but her eyes were firm.

She stared at him for a long time before turning around and taking out some knives from the cabinet under the bathroom sink and putting them in the sink.

After that, she returned to help Zhong Chuantao up and put him in the bathtub.

When the woman took out the cutting board and kitchen knife from outside the bathroom, Zhong Chuantao was still lying in the bathtub, just smiling at her and saying from time to time: "Ani...Ani..."

The woman gathered her long hair behind her and tied it into a ponytail. Then she tied his feet and hands and fixed them to the pipe beside the bathtub.

After making sure it was tied tightly enough, she clapped her hands, stood up again, and stared at him with her head down.

When Zhong Chuantao smiled foolishly at her, the woman couldn't help but smile, but then she showed an extremely hateful and angry expression, and said through gritted teeth:

"Ah Tao... I don't like you, but you want me to like you. I like you, but you want me not to like you... But now I can't help but like you... This is all your own fault, blame you for choosing the wrong person! I am different from those women you have been with in the past!"

The woman's every word was filled with hatred, and she spoke with force, mixed with the sound of teeth rubbing.

"Now you should know that I am different from those women!"

After saying that, she suddenly grabbed one of his fingers and slammed it hard against the edge of the bathtub without hesitation.

The finger joint was slammed hard against the edge of the bathtub, and it broke with a click.

The man screamed, his fingers piercing his heart. The huge pain brought back some of his rationality, and his eyes seemed to be clearer. He turned his head, his eyes full of confusion and fear, and he called her name with difficulty, mixed with uncontrollable moans:

"Ani...Ani sister..."

"It's me." Ani took out a saw from the sink, then the bathtub, and shook the saw in front of him, saying coldly: "You said you would grow old with me. Your father was a member of the former Heyi Society. What does the Heyi Society value? Honesty! Keep your word! You don't have to grow old with me, that's fine. Now that you're dead, I'll consider you to be with me until death, which means you've kept your promise."

After that, she pressed the saw-like sharp edge on his finger -

a violent scream echoed throughout the bathroom, and Ani turned on the stereo that had been prepared long ago, and played a loud and fast song by a male singer.

She didn't want to gag him, she just wanted to hear his screams.

The greater the pain she felt on those nights, he wanted to experience it twice as much. The louder she cried, the louder he would scream.

"I said before, when I like someone, I will be very attentive. It was you who said you were not afraid! I didn't like you originally, Zhong Chuantao, but it was you who wanted me to like you!"

"You are the former prince of the Heyi Society. You come to other people's territory every day to spend money just to see me. People say you are infatuated, and you also act infatuated... Tao, you probably didn't listen to me seriously! In my world, what I say is what I mean. I never lie to others, and others are not allowed to lie to me.

"I told you on the first day we knew each other, why didn't you remember it? "

The sound of chopping bones was heard. Zhong Chuantao had no way to answer her and could only wail loudly for mercy.

She pinched his second finger again, took a deep breath, and spoke again:

"I always act reasonably. I will not let you die in confusion. For every injury on your body, I will tell you why.

"Others want to find rich men, but I never want to. Have I ever refused you? Answer me yourself!"

She suddenly shouted angrily.

Zhong Chuantao, who had recovered a lot from the pain by then, cried, "I refused... I refused... Ani, I was wrong..."

"You always call me Ani, have I ever corrected you? My name is Ani, the Ni in nun! You said that word doesn't sound nice, so you have to call me something cuter~"

Ani's chest heaved violently. She stared at him and cut him hard while scolding,

"Ani! Ni!"

"Ani... Ani... Wuwu..."

"Did I ever give you a chance to repent? It's not that I don't give people a chance! I stared at you every day, asking you repeatedly if you wanted to come back! What did you say? What did you do? You told your manager that I harassed you, but Bald D beat me up and kicked me out of the nightclub, leaving me without a job... My chance is gone! Atao! I only give people one chance!

"Only once, you've missed it!"

"Help - ahhhh - help -"

Animei's punishment was long. She remembered all his past actions that displeased her. Everything had to be explained clearly.

If he did one bad thing to her, she would cut off one of his fingers. Two bad things, two fingers...

If fingers were not enough, then she would cut off toes. But Zhong Chuantao seemed to be full of evil, and none of his ten toes were spared...

Zhong Chuantao Tao's screams became weaker and weaker, sometimes he was awake and begging for mercy, and sometimes he was confused and uttered some strange words that could not form a sentence.

Jiayi endured the impact of these cruel scenes and quickly wrote down the information in her notebook, such as [Ani girl] [Jin Kaili nightclub] [former lover] [a small bathroom with white and blue checkered tiles, blue curtains, and coarse linen ropes to tie hands] [suspicious liquid on pants] [the size of the saw] [the size of the kitchen knife], etc.

Because she would probably only be able to see the corpse once, Jiayi watched the mind flow image many times. Even though she didn't have time to analyze a lot of information now, she wouldn't forget it when she recalled it.

She even wrote down the order in which Animei cut off his fingers, tied him up first, cut off his fingers, stabbed him with a knife, and ended with a chain ball hitting the top of Zhong Chuantao's forehead.

Chain ball...

Jiayi closed her eyes, her thoughts racing.

Chain balls used in sports are all of standard size, and they can be of any weight or size. The size of the chain ball can be determined based on the wound on Taizitao's forehead.

But the long-handled round hammer used by Bald D couldn't be the same size as the chain ball. There would definitely be a difference due to the weight and other factors.

If you want to clear Bald D of suspicion, you should start investigating from this wound.

When Jiayi figured this out, she happened to hear Zhong Dazhi refutate Yue Ge, and she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Zhong, the one who killed Mr. Zhong Chuantao was not Bald D."

"Why? Is Yi Shazhan a psychic? Did Ah Tao tell you that it wasn't Bald D who killed him?" Zhong Dazhi was on the verge of endurance, and when he heard Jiayi's words, he immediately said in a calm voice.

Jiayi met his blazing eyes and saw the earth-shattering scene inside. She took a deep breath and insisted,

"O Bureau once knew about the long-handled round hammer of the suspect Baldhead D. It was a hollow iron hammer with a diameter of 10 cm. Although it had a great killing power when hitting people, it was not a solid heavy hammer for the convenience of carrying."

She walked closer to the head of Zhong Chuan-tao's body and turned to ask Xu Junhao,

"Xu Sir, how big is this wound?"

Xu Junhao was taking pictures of the wounds on Zhong Chuan-tao's body. Although Zhong Dazhi did not allow them to take pictures of the whole body, let alone Zhong Chuan-tao's face, he still nodded to the close-up of the wound.

Putting the camera aside for the moment, Xu Junhao glanced at the dimensions recorded in the notebook before answering:

"The depth of the wound is about 3.1cm, and the diameter of the wound is about 6.2cm."

"If it is Baldhead D's hammer, the diameter is 6.2cm, which means that four-fifths of half of the round hammer have sunk into the victim's forehead. How hard is the human forehead? How much strength is needed to drive a hollow hammer so deep?

"Moreover, four-fifths of 5cm should be about 4cm, but the depth of this wound is only 3.1cm. Is the size wrong?"

Jiayi asked questions one after another, and everyone fell into deep thought.

Xu Junhao held the pen in his hand, thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid a hollow long-handled hammer can't cause such a wound. "

Jiayi let out a breath softly, nodded towards Sir Xu, and then turned her gaze to Zhong Dazhi's eyes:

"Even if the murder weapon used by the murderer is very similar to the long-handled round hammer used by Baldhead D, the murderer may not necessarily be Baldhead D."

"Whether it is Baldhead D or not, you can make a conclusion after you really find the murderer." Zhong Dazhi's voice was a little calmer, as if he was somewhat convinced by Yi Jiayi. "

We will prove it to you, Mr. Zhong, 3 days. "Jiayi held up three fingers, her eyes fixed on the vicious Zhong Dazhi.

Perhaps, it will take less than three days.

...

Before leaving, Fang Zhenyue took Yi Jiayi to visit Mrs. Zhong, who had not shown up, and Miss Zhong, who had just returned from a foreign university on leave.

After recording some statements, they said goodbye and left.

Just like when they came, Heipilong Liu Ziliang sent them down the elevator.

Heipilong still stood on the other side of the elevator with his arms folded, and he followed behind until the elevator door opened.

Because he was trapped in the building by the police and forced to give in, he had always been holding his breath in his heart. Now everything is finally over, and the string that has been tied has finally loosened.

He walked behind Yi Jiayi, suddenly stepped closer to her, and sneered in a low voice:

"Please don't come uninvited next time, officer!"

After saying that, he spat on the ground beside Jiayi again.

This time, the chewing gum in his mouth finally lost its sweetness, and he spit out the gum when he spit.

A ball of chewing gum that had already become a little hard fell to the ground with a snap, swayed for a while and stuck to the ground, unable to roll forward.

Jiayi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her eyes turned sideways to the back, like a cold knife shooting at Hei Pilong's face.

Hei Pilong was glared at like this, and his heart beat for a few seconds, and he became angry and even more unhappy.

But before he could say anything else, Jiayi suddenly approached him, and before he could react at all, she stretched out her hand hanging by her side -

"Ah! "Hei Pilong groaned and his face turned red in

an instant. Jiayi grabbed the injured hand that Hei Pilong hid in his pocket.

When Hei Pilong opened his mouth and gasped in pain, Jiayi raised her head and glared at him fiercely, gritted her teeth and threatened in a deep voice:

"From now on, remember to be polite to the police! "

After saying that, she took back her hand and shook it in the air. After shaking off the non-existent filth, she took two steps forward, her fierce gaze still fixed on his eyes. She watched him hiss, watched him pull his hand out to check.

She watched him curse under his breath after discovering a few spots of blood on the white bandage.

Jiayi finally exhaled a breath of foul air in her chest.

They were police officers, and they could have gone to the door and taken the body for autopsy.

But in order to avoid a bigger conflict, for the sake of the overall situation... she took such a big risk and begged cautiously...

This feeling of depression seemed to be finally completely relieved at this moment.

...

…

The police left, and Manniu took the robe.

Zhong Dazhi reached out to take the robe that covered his body, and waved to Manniu. Manniu gently bent his waist, turned around and walked out the door, then closed the door for Zhong Dazhi.

Zhong Dazhi was the only one left in the room. He slowly shook out the robe and carefully covered the body.

Even though the body could no longer feel anything, he still moved slowly, as if he was afraid of waking the other person up.

After covering the body with the robe, Zhong Dazhi paused for a few seconds, his body shook slightly, and he had to support his arms on the edge of the freezer. His fingers were instantly frozen by the floating ice on the inside of the freezer, turning red and white.

Zhong Dazhi did not retract his fingers, as if he had not noticed.

He lowered his head deeply, and after a few breaths, a few drops of boiling liquid fell on the long gown that had been infected by the cold air. Another drop fell and hit the uncovered arm of the corpse, making a faint sound.

Zhong Dazhi seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He lowered his head, almost as if it was clamped between his shoulders.

The originally broad and strong shoulders trembled violently, and suppressed sobs sounded in the cold and silent room.