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◎The second live broadcast murderer was caught◎
Jiang Chuxu smiled. Of course, it must be exactly the same. She drew it based on Wan Zhongyun's memory.
Lin Jiatong asked curiously, "Did you discover anything new when you came to our team?"
There was a hint of anticipation in her tone. They had been working on this case for a long time, and all the relevant clues were basically learned through Jiang Chuxu's live broadcast.
However, the content of the live broadcast cannot be used as evidence. Even if such evidence is submitted to the procuratorate, the procuratorate will not recognize it. But they also do not want such a demon to escape the law.
Jiang Chuxu replied ambiguously: "Let's try it."
Lin Jiatong and another detective were very busy. They just came over out of curiosity to ask a question. After asking, Lin Jiatong went to find the captain, while the other detective went out to visit with his teammates.
Lin Jiatong had just checked the corpses, and the resentment of some of the corpses was now on her.
However, it will not have much impact on Lin Jiatong. The righteousness of the police can perfectly eliminate these things. Otherwise, according to the frequency of criminal police coming into contact with corpses, they may be unlucky every day.
Jiang Chuxu took some resentment from Lin Jiatong and put it into the necklace, then held the necklace in his palm, trying to use the resentment to locate the current location of Ding Shanhong and others.
She closed her eyes slightly and concentrated.
Resentment, especially the strongest obsession and resentment of a person before death, can sometimes be like a special brand, forming a subtle connection with the murderer.
Jiang Chuxu's consciousness seemed to extend along with the resentment.
What she saw was no longer a police station, but fragments of broken, distorted images filled with pain and anger.
Dark environment, drowsy consciousness, pungent smell, and pairs of gloved hands covered in mud.
The murderer's face became clear for a moment. They were the four people she had drawn before. It seemed that these four people were the main perpetrators in the country.
The most important thing is that the trace of breath she captured actually pointed to Pingyang again.
The murderer actually appeared in Pingyang again? !
And it seemed that the murderer saw the news online and was preparing to pack up and leave.
She suddenly opened her eyes and just as Lin Jiatong was about to go downstairs after delivering the autopsy report, she suddenly called out to Lin Jiatong, "Comrade police officer."
"What's wrong?" Lin Jiatong was puzzled. Why did Jiang Chuxu look so anxious in just a short while?
Jiang Chuxu said seriously, "Ding Shanhong and the others have arrived in Pingyang again, and they're leaving soon."
Lin Jiatong's face suddenly changed. If Ding Shanhong and her gang had arrived in Pingyang a few days ago, they must have seen the news online and knew that the place where they buried the bodies had been exposed.
The most important thing is, since they left three years ago, why would they come back? Unless there is a huge temptation of benefits that forces them to choose to come back.
According to the information obtained from the investigation, the biggest profit is organ trafficking. Could it be that someone abroad is a match for a child in the welfare home?
Or maybe they missed something that would expose their identity three years ago, and now they are here to get it back.
No matter which possibility it is, they must arrest Ding Shanhong and her gang before they leave Pingyang.
Jiang Chuxu spoke very quickly and directly reported the current location of Ding Shanhong and her group to Lin Jiatong.
Ding Shanhong and her group are currently in an old residential area with a mixed crowd of people. By the time they get there, Ding Shanhong and her group may have already hidden in the crowd and gotten out, making it even more difficult to find them.
Lin Jiatong didn't dare to delay and trotted to Wu Lin's desk.
"Captain, someone said they saw Ding Shanhong and her group on the fifth floor of Building 11 in Sanyou Residential Complex in the south of the city."
Wu Lin stood up with a swish, and the chair made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.
Whether it is true or not, they must go and see it. If they miss it, they will definitely regret it.
Wu Lin then casually named a few people and said, "You guys follow me, and the rest of you continue to search for clues."
"Someone in Sanyou Community might have seen Ding Shanhong and the others. Xiao Li, lead the team to visit Sanyou Community."
Wu Lin sent people to visit the Sanyou community. On the one hand, it was to prevent accidents, and on the other hand, it would be easier to contact teammates who were closer so that they could intercept the suspect together.
On the other hand, as he said, someone should have seen Ding Shanhong, and they need to evaluate and judge the purpose of Ding Shanhong and others' return.
Just as the police set out, several wronged souls passed through the wall at an astonishing speed, and then rushed away in the direction pointed by Jiang Chuxu. No one saw these black shadows except Jiang Chuxu.
At the same time, on the 5th floor of Building 11, Sanyou Community.
The four people in the room looked solemn, and the atmosphere in the room was depressing.
"Sister Hong, there's movement from the police. We need to pack up and leave quickly." One of the burly men said anxiously.
Ding Shanhong spat, "Damn, how unlucky we are! Three years ago, that woman Wan Zhongyun ruined our plans and forced us to leave, and now it's the same thing again. If it weren't for that damn kid's constant resistance three years ago, we wouldn't have to look for a new target."
She glanced out the window irritably. The police probably didn't know they were in Sanyou Community yet. This was the best place to escape, and they had to leave immediately.
"I'll drive one car later," Ding Shanhong continued, pointing at the tall and thin man. "You drive the other car. We'll go our separate ways once we get on the highway and then meet up at the old place."
The tall and thin man nodded: "Don't worry, Sister Hong, I'm familiar with Pingyang. There are many forks in the road here, and it will take a while for the police to find their way..."
Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a flicker in the room. It was clearly a sunny day outside, but the sunlight in the room seemed to dim all of a sudden, but no one present noticed.
But the next second, something even stranger happened.
The few of them agreed to go out in pairs. Ding Shanhong would be in a group with a burly man nicknamed "Scar", while the tall and thin "Monkey" would be with another burly man nicknamed "Fatty".
The two groups of people went out at different times to avoid the four of them appearing too conspicuous.
Ding Shanhong and Scar were the first to push open the somewhat old door and step into the dimly lit corridor.
The corridors in the old community were narrow, the walls were mottled, and the air was filled with a damp, stale smell. Ding Shanhong covered her nose and hurried downstairs. Her destination was the back door of the community.
However, just as they walked up one flight of stairs and were about to turn into the next, Ding Shanhong suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, Sister Hong?" Scar asked vigilantly.
Ding Shanhong frowned and looked at the wall at the corner of the stairs in confusion. They came down from the fifth floor and had already walked up one floor. Shouldn't the number here be 4? But at this moment, there was a glaring red number printed on the wall.
5.
How come it’s still on the fifth floor?
"Fuck, the sign is on the wrong place." Scar also noticed this and cursed impatiently.
Ding Shanhong felt a strange uneasiness in her heart, but time was pressing, so she suppressed her doubts and said, "Never mind, just keep going!"
The two of them quickened their pace, running down another floor with a thud, and came to a corner again.
The two of them looked at the wall at the same time, and there was a "5" on the wall again. The glaring red color looked like a mocking smiling face hanging there.
A chill instantly rushed from the soles of Ding Shanhong's feet to the top of her head.
“This…is impossible!”
Scar's voice trembled slightly. He suddenly looked up at the stairs and then down.
The structure of the stairs seemed to become distorted in their eyes, the light became dimmer, and the damp smell in the air seemed to become thicker, carrying an indescribable coldness and resentment.
"Ghost wall." Ding Shanhong's face turned pale and her lips trembled as she uttered these three words.
She came from a country that was quite famous for Buddha amulets and other things, and she had some knowledge about them. At this moment, she suddenly realized that they might have encountered a mysterious problem.
She suddenly remembered those children and Wan Zhongyun's eyes full of resentment before she died, and thought of those people they had dealt with. A huge fear instantly surrounded her.
"Bullshit, there's no ghost!" Scar tried to remain calm, but his eyes were full of panic. He suddenly ran up a few steps, trying to return to the door on the 5th floor where they came out.
However, when he rushed to where the door should be, what he saw was a cold, dusty wall!
That familiar door disappeared!
Scar slapped the wall in fear, making a dull sound.
The only response he got was a strange echo in the corridor.
Ding Shanhong also walked to his side, but no matter how hard they hammered the wall, it looked like there had never been a door.
"Where's the door? Where's the door?!"
Just then, he heard hurried footsteps and the frightened cries of monkeys from behind and below him.
"Sister Hong! Scar! Where are you? Why the hell are we walking back here?!"
Ding Shanhong and Scar looked down suddenly and saw Monkey and Fatty running up from the floor below, both of their faces filled with fear and disbelief.
"How did you get up from down there? We didn't see you at all just now!" Scar's throat was dry and his voice was a little dry.
The monkey gasped and pointed downstairs, saying, "We went down a few floors, but when we turned the corner we saw you up there! There's something wrong with this staircase; we can't go down at all!"
The fat man was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was shaking all over.
"There are ghosts, there really are ghosts, they must be coming to find us!"
"Shut up!" Ding Shanhong shouted, but her voice was shaking.
She looked around; the narrow corridor seemed to have turned into a maze with no exit.
Whether they tried to run up or rush down, they would eventually return to this strange fifth floor.
Every attempt deepened the fear and despair in their hearts.
The walls seemed to become even more cramped. It was clearly noon, but the light was as dim as dusk, and the air was so thick that it was suffocating.
Even scarier, they began to hear voices.
Faint sobbing sounds, like a child's, or a woman's, drifted quietly in the corridor, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much."
"Why, why are you still alive?"
"It's so cold, can you come down and keep us company..."
These voices were like cold knives, piercing their tense nerves.
The monkey took out a switchblade and waved it wildly at the air, his voice filled with tears: "Who, who is playing tricks!"
Suddenly, the fat man let out a shrill scream and pointed at the shadow at the corner: "Hand! There is a hand over there!"
Everyone looked over suddenly and saw a small bluish-white hand covered in mud slowly stretching out from the dark corner and moving towards them.
Scar was so frightened that he slammed backwards into the wall.
Then, they felt as if they were tripped by something, but when they looked down, there was nothing. However, the cold and slippery touch remained clearly on their ankles.
Ding Shanhong also completely collapsed. She waved her arms wildly, as if trying to drive away invisible enemies.
She felt waves of biting cold enveloping her, countless resentful whispers in her ears, and even hallucinations began to appear before her eyes.
Those who were killed by them appeared one by one, those pale and swollen faces, resentful eyes, and the empty eyes of those children whose organs were dug out.
Everything brought them to their knees.
The four people were trapped in the narrow corner of the stairs, as if they were locked in a cage. Time seemed to stop, every second seemed extremely long, and fear continued to spread.
Just when they were about to lose their spirits, a loud noise came from the door of the fifth floor where they disappeared.
"Bang--"
A huge force pushed the door open, and the door lock was shattered. Dazzling light, accompanied by hurried footsteps and human figures, instantly poured in.
"Police, don't move!"
"Get down on the ground with your hands behind your head! Drop your weapons!"
The armed criminal police came like a god from heaven and took control of the narrow corridor entrance in an instant. The strong flashlight pierced the darkness and illuminated the four suspects who looked like frightened birds and looked ugly.
Wu Linchong was at the front, and he was also stunned when he saw the strange scene in front of him.
The four vicious suspects did not resist fiercely, nor did they even try to escape. Instead, they all collapsed in the room, as if they had experienced tremendous mental torture.
Ding Shanhong looked at the kicked-open door and the familiar furnishings in the room. Only then did she realize that they had never left the room.
Wu Lin reacted very quickly. Although he didn't understand what exactly happened, he knew the opportunity was not to be missed: "Cuff them! Take them all away!"
The detectives rushed forward and subdued the four people who had completely lost the ability to resist.
The moment the cold handcuffs locked their wrists, their bodies trembled and they whimpered in relief.
It was not until she was roughly escorted downstairs and stuffed into a police car that Ding Shanhong looked out the car window in a daze at the familiar window.
She seemed to see several blurry figures standing in the shadow of the window, those beings who were unclear whether they were human or ghost were silently watching them.
The sirens whistled away, and Jiang Chuxu, who was waiting in the police station, naturally sensed the spreading resentment.
Everything that happened just now was her work. This was the inspiration given to her by Fang Shiying during the third live broadcast. How could she let the bad guys go so easily?
You can't use lynching, but it doesn't say you can't use the power of ghosts. Besides, who knew she used it, and who knew it was her who used it?
Who would believe a group of suspects who said they had seen a ghost? Most people would just think they were guilty.
Jiang Chuxu took back the necklace, clapped his hands, stood up and slowly walked out of the police station.
After getting the merit points, if the police follow Ding Shanhong's clues and catch the organization behind them, perhaps she can get more merit points. It's worth looking forward to.
【Author’s words】
[Spreading hands]
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