Mo Xiaoqing did some ideological work before Yang Xue's mother agreed to take the two policemen to the madman's residence. It

was past five in the afternoon, the sky had darkened, and the cold wind was blowing.

The woman led Mo Xiaoqing and the others around several bends, and the alleys behind them became narrower and narrower.

The tightly built houses blocked the light tightly. After walking for four or five minutes, the woman who had been leading the way in front of them suddenly stepped back behind the two police officers and pointed to the direction in front of them where the road was piled up with garbage and could not be seen, saying,

"See? His house is over there."

Along the way, Mo Xiaoqing learned from the woman that the madman's original name was Deng Yaohua, and he was about 45 years old this year. He also had a blind mother in her 70s at home.

The woman was unwilling to take another step forward, pointed out the address, turned around and ran away.

Mo Xiaoqing looked up and saw that the road ahead was filled with all kinds of garbage and waste. The stench made Mo Xiaoqing and the others have to hold their noses and move forward.

Liu Xiaobo questioned, "Xiaoqing, I don't think this is a place where people live. Is that woman playing a trick on me?"

After stepping over the garbage, there was indeed a house behind. Rather than a house, it was just an eight-story shed made of several wooden frames, with miscellaneous wooden boards nailed on it as walls.

At the door, Mo Xiaoqing politely asked, "Is anyone home? "

No one answered.

Liu Xiaobo shouted loudly, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Still no one answered.

Mo Xiaoqing tried to push the door and found that it was not locked.

After pushing open the door and entering, the space inside is large, but extremely dirty. Several broken cabinets, tables and chairs are placed against the walls of the room.

They are covered with black dirt, and the wood grain of the furniture can no longer be seen.

In the middle of the room is a pile of wood ash. A wire hangs down from the ceiling, and an iron pot is hung on it. There are still some rotten vegetable leaves in it.

The cupboard next to it is covered with a thick layer of ash, and the edges of the porcelain white bowls are covered with a layer of black dirt.

Such a dirty living environment makes Mo Xiaoqing sigh. This is not a place for people to live at all!

Liu Xiaobo was searching for clues when he suddenly heard him shout,

"Mo Xiaoqing, come this way, we found something."

Following the sound, she hurried to Liu Xiaobo's place and passed through the inner room, but the sound did not come from outside.

Mo Xiaoqing looked up and saw a bed made of wooden frames, with a dark quilt on it, and the cotton wool had all been exposed from the rotten holes.

After a closer look, there was actually a small door next to the bed.

After passing through, she found Liu Xiaobo staring blankly at the front with a look of shock on his face.

Mo Xiaoqing also looked up and was also shocked beyond words by the scene in front of her.

What came into view only needed three words to describe it, that is, bloody.

This place is different from the previous room. The four walls are all made of cement bricks, and the floor is paved with white ceramic tiles.

There are four or five wooden racks neatly placed next to the wall, on which are placed various tools, many of which are special tools used in medicine, and there are also many screwdrivers, wrenches, and knives. There is a whole wooden rack with large and small glass bottles and jars.

Mo Xiaoqing walked closer and took a look, and was so scared that she took several steps back.

The bottles and jars were all filled with animal corpses and organs soaked in formalin. Many of the animals had hideous shapes and bared fangs.

The highlight was the stainless steel operating table in the middle of the room, on which were placed various dissected small animals, including cats, dogs, and rabbits...

A lot of blood was flowing from these animals on the operating table, and piles of blood gathered on the pure white tiles.

Liu Xiaobo exclaimed: "Mo Xiaoqing, many of the medical tools here are dissection instruments. These dissected animal corpses are really disgusting. It seems that this madman has a very colorful life."

Mo Xiaoqing said as she grabbed a cat's leg and lifted it up. Suddenly, an unknown object rolled out from the cat's dissected belly and rolled to Mo Xiaoqing's feet.

With a cry of "Ah", Mo Xiaoqing retreated in fear.

But her professional training made her calm down quickly. She took a closer look and saw that what rolled at her feet was the body of a dead kitten.

Liu Xiaobo sighed a few times, "This lunatic is really perverted. He didn't even let go of a pregnant female cat. The body is still warm. It looks like the female cat was just cut open!"

Mo Xiaoqing suppressed the boiling in her stomach and looked around the room. Her mind was working rapidly. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

Could this be the scene of the dismemberment, and that lunatic is the real murderer?

He must have been humiliated by the twins two days ago and was holding a grudge, so he looked for an opportunity to kidnap them on the roadside where there was no surveillance, and then killed and dismembered them.

Looking at the dismembered animal bodies in the room, there is reason to believe that the madman has a perverted tendency to kill.

At the same time, he has a motive to kill, so this is also likely to be the scene of dismemberment. Mo Xiaoqing was very excited about this discovery.

Mo Xiaoqing wanted to call Captain Xu, and suddenly a cold and unusual voice came from her back.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"

Mo Xiaoqing looked back and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes staring at them angrily.

From his silver hair and wrinkled face, it can be seen that the man looks to be over fifty years old.

His black suit looks cheap, but very neat, and he has a pair of glasses on his nose, but what he sees is not elegance, but a sense of vulgarity.

Mo Xiaoqing is a little confused about the identity of the visitor. Could he be the owner of this house, the lunatic?

Liu Xiaobo quickly took out his police ID from his pocket, "Sorry to bother you, we are investigating a homicide case now, please cooperate and answer a few questions for us..."

Before Liu Xiaobo finished speaking, the visitor interrupted him,

"I don't care who you are. Please leave my house immediately, or I have the right to sue you for burglary?!

What's wrong with the police? Can the police break into residents' houses at will? If I lose something important, can you be responsible?"

Mo Xiaoqing and Liu Xiaobo exchanged glances and became suspicious.

Mo Xiaoqing tried to ask, are you Mr. Deng Yaohua?

"Yes, I am." The man stood straight.

This person spoke clearly and logically, and he didn't look like a lunatic with mental problems at all. What was going on?

Mo Xiaoqing was going to test him, "By the way, Mr. Deng, there have been two cases of dismemberment in your neighborhood recently. The victims were twins. Before they died, someone saw you having a conflict with them...."

Suddenly, Deng Yaohua's hands and feet began to twitch, his head shook violently, and he stared blankly ahead.