Chapter 026 Chapter 26

Taiming continued to scroll down the page.

More information about Liu Sheng appeared in front of him:

No. 11, Anhua Street, at 19:19, a red earthworm monster appeared, ten people were injured, and nine people died. Afterwards, the foundation checked the surveillance and found Liu Sheng during the surveillance.

The surveillance content was a person wearing a black and yellow long coat. He

had a goatee on his chin, a waxy yellow complexion, compact facial features, a slightly short stature, and a thin body. He greeted the camera in the corner and smiled.

Then there was a photo.

The photo showed a uniformed foundation staff member holding a yellow note with the word Liu Sheng written on it.

It was noted below the photo that the note was found in the surveillance corner, where Liu Sheng was.

Later, when the Foundation staff counted the death toll in the morgue, they found an extra body. After comparison, they confirmed that the body was the one used by Yagyu during surveillance.

In other words, the actual death toll in this incident was ten.

Taiming continued to move the page down.

A new incident appeared.

At 30 Xiangfang Street, at 3:19, a black centipede monster appeared, 32 people were injured, and 12 people died. Afterwards, the Foundation found a note on the table of a store near the scene of the incident .

There was a photo underneath.

The content of the photo was a black table with a finger-long yellow note on the table. The note had the word Yagyu written on it.

There were more below.

The incidents all looked similar.

In short, judging from this page, it is a very calm assessment to say that Yagyu has killed people like crazy.

If there is nothing wrong with the records on this page, then Yagyu is indeed a man who deserves to die and has some ability.

If the records on this page are mixed with some events that have not been found out, or if there are events where someone deliberately fishes in troubled waters, then Yagyu is likely to be a scapegoat.

Guilty, damned, but the charges should be investigated clearly.

At the end of the page, there is a line of words, which roughly means:

If someone can kill him, after proving his identity, he can get a reward of 100,000 and the Medal of Honorary Foundation Member.

If someone can capture him alive, after proving his identity, he can get a reward of 200,000 and the Medal of Contribution Foundation Member.

If someone can provide information about him and confirm that it is correct, they can receive a reward ranging from one thousand to ten thousand yuan depending on the importance of the information.

The reward for being alive is greater than the reward for being killed, perhaps because it is more difficult to capture such a person alive than to kill him.

In order to avoid internal casualties in the foundation, it is better to kill the person who deserves to die.

However, proving his identity is a problem. If his identity cannot be proved, killing him will make him a murderer. If his identity is proved, he may have fled long ago and cannot be killed at all.

But it is not completely impossible.

Taiming thought about it.

He took out a piece of white paper from his bag, and then took out paint from his bag, and drew the person he had seen according to what he saw last night.

When he was about to finish the painting, the door of the lounge suddenly opened, and a young girl came in crying, followed by Guiyuan.

Taiming glanced at them and finished the last stroke on the drawing paper.

The girl felt Taiming's gaze, wiped her tears, and nodded to Taiming apologetically, as a greeting, but suddenly saw the painting in Taiming's hand.

There was only one person in the painting, and that person happened to be someone the girl knew. The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she rushed over, pulling the handkerchief she used to wipe her tears.

The girl rushed in front of Taiming and tried to grab the painting in his hand.

Taiming rolled up the painting and stood up to get out of the way.

The girl missed and turned to look at Taiming. She realized that her behavior just now seemed not very good. She felt a little embarrassed, tucked the hair in front of her eyes behind her ears, and lowered her head.

"Who is this?"

Taiming frowned and asked Guiyuan.

"This is the one who called the foundation today to ask for the missing family to come and claim the body."

Guiyuan said quickly.

Taiming looked at the girl in front of him.

She had long hair, ordinary looks, torn clothes and trousers, her eyes were swollen from crying and a little bit blind, and her face was sad, mixed with embarrassment and a little anxious.

"Hello, my name is Wang Xiaohong."

The girl blinked and said to Taiming with her head down.

"Hello."

Taiming frowned and didn't want to say more.

"I'm sorry about what happened just now. I didn't mean to do that. I just saw someone I knew and I was a little excited. I just saw his body. Do you know my family?"

Wang Xiaohong asked nervously.

"No."

Taiming said indifferently.

"If you don't know him, how do you know what he looks like and how can you draw him? Even if you don't know him, you must have seen him. Where did you see him? He didn't mention you to me."

Wang Xiaohong said anxiously.

"I saw him after he died. He definitely wouldn't mention me to you unless he came back to life."

Taiming smiled and squinted his eyes like a fox.

Wang Xiaohong was stunned for a moment and stretched out her hand, trying to grab Taiming.

Taiming took a step back and let go of the other's hand again.

Wang Xiaohong slowly took her hand back, took a half step forward, and asked more anxiously: "Where did you find the body?"

Taiming hesitated and looked at Guiyuan.

Guiyuan came out and said, "He is busy, why don't you stop bothering him? If you have any questions, ask me."

Wang Xiaohong turned her head, looked at Guiyuan and asked: "Do you know when they met?"

Guiyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at Taiming, and said hesitantly: "About that, your family member just died not long ago. They met. This should be nothing, right?"

"Then did he see the murderer? If it was suicide, it would definitely not look like that. If it was an attack, I have never heard of any attack so quickly, and the death was so miserable."

Wang Xiaohong tightly grabbed her bag, her face was painful and sad, and there was a little anger and resentment, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"Doesn't this already show that it was an accident?"

Guiyuan blinked.

"I don't believe it."

Wang Xiaohong found a seat and sat down, shook her head, her expression was serious and solemn, and there was a little vigilance and scrutiny in her eyes.

Wang Xiaohong's trust in the people of the foundation has declined.

The reason why this incident is described as an accident rather than murder is because monsters and youkai are things that the foundation needs to keep as confidential as possible and not tell the public.

There is nothing else to say except that it is an accident.

If it is a murder, the murderer must be found.

If the murderer is found, the process of the crime must be investigated.

However, if the process of the crime is investigated, the monster must be involved.

How can this be said?

Guiyuan could only helplessly say: "Please don't make it difficult for me. I am also doing things according to the regulations. It is better not to know some things. This is also for your safety."

Wang Xiaohong sneered: "For my safety, or for your vacation, your merits and your reputation? I am afraid the truth is not what you said.

You are so high-sounding that it is disgusting.

I just want to know the truth. Is

it so difficult? Is it so difficult to understand? Is it so difficult to explain?

My family died, and I don’t know what happened. Is this right? If you can’t explain it clearly today, I won’t leave. Even if I leave today, I will come again tomorrow.

You should be mentally prepared."

Guiyuan fell silent.

"I ask again. Are you going to tell me or not?"

Wang Xiaohong asked with a fierce momentum.

"I think I need to ask my superiors for instructions."

Guiyuan said hesitantly.

"Well, go ahead. I'll wait for your result here."

Wang Xiaohong forced a smile on her face.

Although that smile still looked gritted, it seemed that things were making progress, which was better than nothing.

Guiyuan found Ayn Rand to explain the situation.

Ayn Rand was so tired from work that she had a blank expression on her face. After listening, a kind of accustomed skill and helplessness gradually emerged on her face. She said slowly: "Want to know? Then tell me.

After that, let her sign a letter of consent acknowledging that the incident had nothing to do with the foundation and that she would not make trouble again in the future, plus a confidentiality letter that she would not leak what she knew.

Finally, she cleared her memory.

I think, after knowing the situation, she 's emotions will calm down a bit, and then she can clear her memory. She will look at the consent form and confidentiality form she signed, and she will not make trouble again.

That has legal effect.

If she does not admit that she has signed the consent form and confidentiality form, she will be shown the video of herself signing.

This kind of thing does not involve any secrets, it can be shown to others, and it will not affect anything. You can do it. "

The voice sounded quite broken.

Guiyuan nodded, and then returned to the lounge and met Wang Xiaohong.

Wang Xiaohong had been waiting in the lounge, and she was restless. She frowned and carried her bag, as if she wanted to throw the bag in her hand as a hammer and hit the murderer on the head and kill him.

But there was no murderer here for her to hit.

Wang Xiaohong became more and more anxious. When she walked back and forth, she created a gust of wind. When she turned her head, she created another gust of wind.

Taiming stuffed the painting into his bag, ready to take it out and deal with it slowly when there was no one around and he was free.

Wang Xiaohong glanced at him, not caring, but anxious, and her steps couldn't help but become faster.

Taiming pulled Li Qingshan, who was leaning on the chair next to him with his eyes closed, as if he had completely lost consciousness, into his arms and hugged him, looking at Wang Xiaohong with a vigilant look.

Wang Xiaohong paused, looked to the side and asked: "Who is this to you? When I came in, I saw him standing here motionless, and now he is still here. What happened to him?"

"He is my friend, and he is not feeling well now."

Taiming hugged Li Qingshan a little tighter.