Captain Zhang of the Criminal Investigation Detachment observed the wound carefully and, drawing on his years of experience, said, "The wound surface is relatively flat. Preliminary conclusion is that it was inflicted with a sharp tool, such as a cutting machine."
"And these limbs clearly don't belong to the same person. The head is that of a five or six-year-old boy, the torso belongs to an adult male, and the limbs belong to four different people..."
Liu Bu, the head of the local special unit, frowned and asked, "Can you tell whether the perpetrator is a man or a woman?"
It was hard to tell for Captain Zhang, so he shook his head.
Chen Xi said: "Actually, I have a very convenient method that can find the murderer immediately."
"However, this place is inconvenient. You should have someone take these limbs back. I will tell you how to do it."
Although the police were doing their best to block the way, there were still many people gathered to watch the excitement.
If a bloody ghost was randomly summoned here and caused a commotion, it would be a small matter. But if it happened to someone with a weak heart and scared them to death, it would be even harder to say who would be responsible.
Ruoyu was afraid of this kind of thing, so she didn't go to the police station. She couldn't help much even if she went, so she disconnected the video call with Chenxi when the police left.
After all, Ruoyu is just an ordinary person. Chenxi was worried that she would be frightened and unable to recover for a while, so he sent her a private message asking for her address and mailing her a talisman to calm her mind.
***
Police station forensic studio.
After Captain Zhang and Captain Liu arrived, they sent a video call to Chen Xi.
Chenxi wasn't sending out lucky bags anymore at the moment, so I received one very quickly.
"Master, we are ready and waiting for your order."
Captain Zhang stood straight with a frown on his face. He wished he could arrest the suspect immediately and bring him to justice to give these victims an explanation.
He's been a criminal police officer for over 20 years and has handled a lot of cases, big and small, but to dismember so many people at once and then openly summon their spirits is just...
spiritualism?
Is it a direct conversation with the owner of the corpse?
That’s great. This way, we can clearly know who the murderer is.
Liu Bu suddenly understood. No wonder Master Chen had asked them to come back and talk later. This was what he meant. "Master Chen, you are so thoughtful."
He had a smile on his face and said compliments, but it didn't sound like he was trying to please anyone.
Because this is his true thought from the bottom of his heart.
Captain Zhang agreed with Captain Liu's words and nodded repeatedly as he walked in front.
When he got to the limbs and was about to point the camera at them, Chen Xi stopped him and said, “No, there are a lot of people in my live broadcast room, and some of them are more timid.”
Captain Zhang thought so too and withdrew his finger that was about to turn the video.
Chen Xi looked at Liu Bu and asked, "Liu Bu, did you bring the talisman paper?"
When Chen Xi taught Liu Bingtao how to draw talismans, he also taught remotely through mobile phones and also taught people from each local special department in order to facilitate future case handling methods.
It comes in handy right now!
Upon hearing this, Liu Bu immediately took out a few yellow talismans from his pocket and said, "Master, take them with you. Everyone in our department practices diligently every day, and we always keep the talisman paper with us!"
Chen Xi smiled and said, "Well done, keep up the good work."
"Now draw a necromancy talisman and stick it on one of the corpses."
Liu Bu's eyes opened wide. He didn't expect this to happen. His old face turned red and he hesitated to speak.
He thinks he works very hard, but not everyone in this world is a genius.
Some people will get great rewards if they work hard, but for some people, working hard is like playing and there is no reward at all.
He belongs to the latter. He works ten times harder than others, but he is still like a beginner.
Finally, he said with a bitter face: "Well... Master, my painting is not very good. It may not be effective."
Chen Xi smiled and encouraged: "It's okay, just try your best. If you really can't, I will help you."
Liu Bu's eyes lit up, he took out the brush he had always kept with him, and began to draw on the talisman.
He was drawing very slowly, so Chen Xi could only see it clearly. He saw that there were many strokes that were drawn incorrectly.
After Chen Xi's detailed instructions, Liu Bu quickly drew the first soul-calling talisman.
"Master, I've finished my painting. It's really great."
This was the first one he completed completely. Although it was under the one-on-one guidance of a master, he was still very excited and satisfied.
"What a blessing! If I could receive personal instruction from the master, even one-on-one, I'd probably be even more excited than Liu Bu."
[Haha, who says it's not true? I now have reason to suspect that this person is deliberately pretending to be ignorant just to get personal guidance from the master.]
Liu Bu immediately waved his hands and said, "Please don't misunderstand me, I really can't do it."
But he was very happy in his heart. After it was over, he would definitely show off this matter to everyone in the department.
Chen looked at the corpses and said, "Okay, now stick it on the corpses."
Liu Bu nodded, took the talisman and stuck it on without hesitation.
A wisp of light green smoke emerged from the body part with the talisman attached to it, and the smoke gradually expanded.
Soon, a woman in her fifties or sixties was recruited.
She was wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in blood, which was still dripping down. Looking up, she saw that a corner of the human head was missing, and the white and red were mixed together. There were also several columns of blood, like small fountains, spraying upwards.
After seeing the soul of this old woman, everyone knew how she died.
This is someone's fault.
Judging from the pattern of the wound, it must be a super heavyweight tool.
[This... I'm throwing up! ! ! !]
[Oh my god, this is the first time I’ve seen this kind of red and white stuff in my life, ugh…]
[Why is this blood never stopping? It just keeps bubbling.]
[So pitiful! How many times has he been beaten? Half of his head is gone.]
[If one person died so tragically, the others must have died in the same tragic way.]
I think the murderer must have hated them so much that he was so cruel. Or maybe he's a psychopath who enjoys the thrill of killing.
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