Chapter 495: Meng Yanchuan: Words That Cannot Be Said (Extra 7)

Meng Yanchuan was not surprised that the man would say that.

When he saw Wei Qing'an's body, he could guess what had happened to her in her lifetime.

The reason why the suspect killed the policeman in a rage is that the facts of his crime have been discovered.

Looking at the man in front of me, he chose a rainy day which was most beneficial to him for every action he took.

They pulled out his earphones and searched his body for anything that might be evidence of his crime.

Meng Yanchuan chuckled, and with some effort he supported himself on the ground with his bound hands, then slowly sat up from the ground.

The man didn't react, he just watched quietly, as if everything was under control.

Meng Yanchuan moved to the wall and leaned against it. His glasses had long been lost and his body was wet. His thin shirt stuck to his body, revealing his evenly-proportioned muscles.

Because he was nearsighted, when he looked at the murderer, his beautiful Ruifeng eyes were slightly narrowed, which actually made him look more fierce.

"You killed a policewoman."

Meng Yanchuan leaned against the wall, with a few strands of wet hair on his forehead, and used affirmative sentences.

There was a gleam of cruelty in the murderer's eyes. He did not answer but stared at him intently, as if he was thinking about something.

Meng Yanchuan did not lose heart and continued to speak slowly: "The seven skeletons in the wasteland are all your masterpieces."

"Or, add the one you framed Erwazi with ten years ago."

"Nine lives, what is your purpose? Or do these people have some deep hatred against you?"

Hearing this, the murderer laughed.

He was in a rare mood, so he pulled a stool and sat down, waving the knife in his hand.

He was still wearing the wide hood of his raincoat, and the black mask on his face also covered half of his face.

Only those eyes filled with evil and cruelty were revealed.

He stared at Meng Yanchuan, who looked ferocious but still dignified, and said, "As a forensic doctor, why do you want to take the risk to investigate this yourself?"

Meng Yanchuan: "To catch you."

Murderer: "Really? I don't believe it."

During these years, he lived in hiding while secretly keeping an eye on the police.

He thought what he had done would soon be exposed, but he found that the police couldn't even find the victim's body.

In fact, if the wasteland construction had not started, it would never have been discovered in this lifetime.

But even after the bones were found, no police came here, except for the forensic doctor.

"What is your purpose?" The murderer pointed the knife at Meng Yanchuan's throat.

Meng Yanchuan remained calm, lowered his eyes to look at the knife, then moved his gaze upwards along the knife, and finally stopped to look at the murderer.

After a few seconds of silence, his eyes became sharp and he asked in a deep voice: "Why did you kill that female police officer?"

"You're talking about her." The murderer laughed, as if he had thought of something funny, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: "What's your relationship with that female police officer? Your lover? Or your wife?"

Meng Yanchuan: "Colleague."

The murderer laughed even more arrogantly, and his tone lengthened: "You're lying."

"Let me guess, you don't like her and she doesn't know it?"

Meng Yanchuan showed a somewhat unnatural expression at the right time.

The murderer thought he had guessed what Meng Yanchuan was thinking, and his laughter became more hearty.

He tutted, leaned back slightly, and said viciously, "Do you know what she looked like when she died?"

Meng Yanchuan's breathing quickened for a moment.

"She didn't have to die. I only injured her shoulder at first. If she had given up chasing me and went back to get help, I wouldn't have wanted to kill her."

"But she insisted on chasing me, and she chased me all the way to where I was hiding. She also saw the corpse that I didn't have time to deal with."

"How can I let her leave alive at this point?"

The murderer laughed when he said this.

Meng Yanchuan suppressed the rage roaring in his chest and clenched his bound hands tightly.

Seeing that he had no emotional fluctuations, the murderer suddenly wanted to try to provoke the person in front of him.

He pulled the stool closer, leaned close to Meng Yanchuan's ear, and whispered like a devil: "I'm telling you, that female police officer is still a virgin."

When these words fell into Meng Yanchuan's ears, it was like a bomb detonating in his head, making his soul tremble.

"What did you say!" He gritted his teeth, and the words squeezed out from between his teeth were filled with hatred that he wanted to kill the person in front of him.

Murderer: "Hahahaha, you were so calm just now, I thought you and she were really colleagues."

Meng Yanchuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his forehead also showed his anger at the moment.

Seeing his appearance, the murderer laughed happily.

When the laughter stopped, he said arrogantly: "It's just a few dead kids, is it necessary to chase them so closely?"

"The country has so many people, what's wrong with killing a few? I didn't massacre the whole city."

"You policemen are just full and have nothing to do. If you can't find the murderer, you can just make up an excuse and leave it at that. You still get paid and continue working."

"What are you doing? Do you have to sacrifice your life for this?"

The murderer's words not only made Meng Yanchuan laugh out of anger, but even Meng Zhiyi and Shen Que on the other end of the eavesdropping machine laughed out of anger.

After waiting for the murderer and talking to Meng Yanchuan enough, the two could no longer wait and went over directly.

In the dilapidated house, the murderer believed that Meng Yanchuan was alone, so he generously recounted the entire process of his murders over the years.

"Okay, I've told you everything you want to know. Now I'll send you to reunite with that female police officer."

The murderer stood up, the knife in his hand gleaming coldly, and said sinisterly: "In order to thank you for listening, I will be merciful and send your body to the police station."

"Really? That depends on whether you have the opportunity."

The door was kicked open, and then a brick flew over and hit the murderer on the head.

He staggered back several steps and finally sat down on the ground with a thud.

Meng Zhiyi didn't give the murderer a chance to react, he quickly stepped forward and kicked the knife out of his hand.

The murderer tried to resist, but was kicked in the chin again and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Shen Que helped Meng Yanchuan untie the rope, but before he said anything, he rushed forward and vented all his anger.

Meng Yanchuan said nothing. He grabbed the murderer by the collar, pulled off his mask, and punched him in the face.

At first, the murderer arrogantly provoked others with words, saying how he tortured and humiliated Wei Qing'an.

But as Meng Yanchuan got more angry, he punched his jaw, dislocating it, knocking out his teeth, and bleeding profusely from his mouth, and he could no longer utter a word.

Meng Zhiyi stood behind him, and when he saw that the man was about to be beaten to death, he stepped forward and grabbed Meng Yanchuan's hand.

"Third brother, that's enough. If you continue fighting, someone will die."

Meng Yanchuan gritted his teeth, and his bloody fist remained stiff in the air for a long time before he slowly loosened it.

He released his grip on the murderer's collar and stood up in a daze.