Chapter 538 Above the Posing (73) [VIP]
Although it was their first time killing someone, the two men were surprisingly calm at this time.
Zhang Weijing took a few steps back, countless TV and movie scenes flashing through his mind. He quickly turned to look at Zhang Xujiao: "You didn't get scratched by him just now, did you?"
It happens in all TV dramas that after the murderer kills the victim, the police find the murderer's DNA from the victim's hands or fingernails, and thus find the real murderer.
Chen Lei struggled so hard just now that she was concentrating on how to suffocate him to death, and she didn't pay any attention to what was happening over there with Zhang Xujiao.
"No," Zhang Xujiao turned on the flashlight on his phone and carefully shone it on his hands one by one, "I have no injuries."
Chen Lei was so drunk that he didn't have much strength to begin with. Plus, Zhang Weijing's clever puff of second-hand smoke drained away the little strength he had managed to build up. From beginning to end, his struggle was actually much smaller than Zhang Xujiao had expected.
"Look at yourself." Zhang Xujiao reached out and pulled out a piece of tissue from the seat in front of him. After wiping the wine off his hands, he carefully put the paper into his pocket.
"I don't have any on me either." Zhang Weijing checked her exposed skin.
"Then take a look at Chen Lei," Zhang Xujiao squatted down and began to check the scene, arranging everything in an orderly manner, "see if there is any skin tissue or hair from the two of us between his fingernails that could indicate a fight. Remember to put something under it so that no fingerprints are left."
"No need to be too detailed," he added after thinking for a moment, "Originally, this was our car, and we both had contact with Chen Lei, so it's normal to have other traces in the car."
They are now just trying to distance themselves from Chen Lei's death and make people believe that he choked to death, instead of suspecting that he was suffocated to death by someone covering his mouth and nose.
In the pitch-black vehicle, two people were concentrating on examining the death scene, completely unaware that, on the empty seat next to them, a baby who looked less than two or three days old was shaking his legs and looking at them.
Should we say that he is worthy of being the "bad boy" in this unknown space where "all villains are evil"? After listening to the description relayed by Xiao Gui to Wen Qi, and then relayed to himself by Wen Qi, Bai Jinshu tilted his head slightly and laughed in silence.
These two people have such good mental qualities, I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.
Fortunately, if it were under normal circumstances, the "student" he chose would have good psychological qualities to the point where he could maintain consistent mobility and language abilities after killing someone, and could also handle the scene calmly. That would definitely be worthy of his slight regard.
After all, for most people, the imagined "I want to kill him/her" and the final "I really killed her/him" that happened in reality are two completely different things. The former is often a revenge and a proud and carefree departure, while in reality the latter often results in weak limbs, a confused brain, and great emotional ups and downs.
Emotions are a double-edged sword. They can force their enemies into a desperate situation step by step, but they can also reveal many of their own flaws.
But this is also a question of Skao's selection preferences.
Often, the students he selected had been subjected to long-term mental or physical oppression and abuse. The sight of these people suddenly crossing the line between life and death and waving sickles at others was novel and interesting, and extremely enjoyable to watch. As a guide, when Skao watched these "arts", he would often see their imperfect side.
For example, behind the perfect death scene, they stumbled away, grabbed their own weapons and cried loudly, and even chopped upwards to vent their anger even though the victim was already dead.
Their perfect ephemeral beauty only lasts for a short time, and after Skao admires the shadow of the ephemeral flower, he will soon discard the remaining branches aside.
Bai Jinshu has dealt with many people who have committed "perfect crimes" but were still caught. It is not uncommon to see people who handle the scene as calmly as these two, but it is rare for them of this age.
These two people are only fourteen or fifteen years old.
From Scaro's perspective, these two people are not yet adults. When they grow up, they may become adults who are different from those stupid people. He has seen too many people like this and is not curious about what they will become, but he feels that having more "smart people" in the world may bring more interesting changes.
But from Wen Qi's perspective...these two people are not yet adults, and they must not be let go at this time.
That's the bad news.
The bad thing is that these two people are going to die. If they finish the job too cleanly, it will be very difficult for Wen Qi to deal with it next.
"But you're lucky," Bai Jinshu suddenly turned to look at Wen Qi, "Besides you, there are other people here tonight."
In the world of the living, in the shadows of the trees on the sidewalk, a middle-aged man and woman were staring at a black car not far away.
I'm afraid even Zhang Xujiao and Zhang Weijing didn't expect that they avoided the cameras, the gangsters, and even the driver who was sent away. They thought it was foolproof and dared to deal with Chen Lei here, but it turned out that there were two people hiding in the grass on the sidewalk not far away.
What's even more ironic is that these two people originally came here to kill Chen Lei, but by chance they saw Zhang Xujiao and Zhang Weijing who returned to the car under the cover of night and killed Chen Lei.
Inside the car, the two men checked Chen Lei's body and confirmed that they had not left any traces, and they did not know that their whereabouts had been discovered.
Inside the expensive vehicle, the smell of second-hand smoke, the pungent smell of alcohol, and the smell of vomit were now mixed together. There was no trace of the clean, tidy, and fragrant appearance it had been a few hours ago.
"How much money do you have on you?" After wiping his hands, Zhang Xujiao looked through the messages on his phone. After confirming that no one was looking for them, he looked at Zhang Weijing.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s too chaotic tonight, but the two of them came out to look for Chen Lei, and they haven’t returned home yet at this time. No one noticed their whereabouts, and when it was almost twelve o’clock, no one came to urge them to go back.
"Money... let me show you." Zhang Weijing found her small bag from her seat and took out a small stack of red banknotes. "Is this enough? I don't have much on me."
There were only whole bills in her wallet, no change.
Zhang Xujiao took it and took a look. It was about three thousand, which was a bit less.
He rummaged through his wallet and found a lot of hundred-dollar bills in it.
These two stacks together would probably be around five or six thousand, or fifty or sixty sheets, which would be enough.
He gave half of the money to Zhang Weijing: "After we go out, you can throw money as you walk."
"Throwing money everywhere..." Zhang Weijing paused, "Just throwing it around randomly? It's windy at night, these will be blown away, right?"
"It's okay, it won't blow too far." Zhang Xujiao checked the time, "We have to hurry and lure those hooligans over here."
The place where they parked was a bit too remote. The good thing was that the gangsters couldn't hear what happened, but the bad thing was that they couldn't hear what happened here, so they wouldn't take the initiative to discover Chen Lei's death.
They have to find a way to attract these thugs, and the most convenient and hassle-free way is of course to spend money.
As long as they walked and scattered money, the hooligans who had to go back to the dormitory during curfew would follow the money on the ground and find the body in the car.
By then, Chen Lei’s death would soon spread all over the Internet.
Zhang Weijing and Zhang Xujiao whispered a few words to each other, then opened the car door and got out, closed the door without looking back, and started walking and scattering money as they went.
More than thirty banknotes were soon thrown away. Zhang Weijing looked at the message on his mobile phone and found Zhang Xujiao. He saw him sitting on a bench in the park with two bottles of wine in his hands, which he had taken from the car at some point.
Zhang Weijing looked at the two bottles of wine with disdain: "Do I have to drink this wine?"
This looks like a fake bar?
"Drink," Zhang Xujiao threw a bottle to her, "After tonight, if anyone asks, we had a fight because we didn't take Chen Lei away in time. After the fight, we drank by the river. I don't know what happened to Chen Lei in the car."
Zhang Weijing curled her lips, took one of the bottles, and blew into it resignedly.
At the other end of the park, among the gangsters who were preparing to return to the dormitory after curfew, a boy with slicked back hair suddenly seemed to have discovered something.
"Hey, one hundred dollars!" He suddenly jumped forward several steps and pulled out a brand new hundred-dollar bill from the grass.
"Ah?" Several of his friends behind him hurried over, "Oh my god, where did it come from?"
"I found it in the bushes," the slicked-back hair boy said as he subconsciously scanned the bushes, "Maybe someone lost the money."
"Fuck, what kind of shit luck do you have!" The brothers around him started to criticize him, "We'll treat you! We must treat you tomorrow!"
"No, I only picked up a hundred. Who of you seven or eight animals can afford it..." The boy with the slicked-back hair argued, "Maybe there are more. You can look for them yourself."
"There is one here!" Suddenly a voice came from a distance.
Everyone looked up, and sure enough, the man also had a hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
When two people picked up money in succession, it was like dropping a drop of oil into a hot pot, and everyone became excited.
Everyone quickly turned on their flashlights and began a carpet search for the money on the ground.
And more and more people are finding money.
"Damn, two, three, four, I'm rich!" You can tell from the voice that he has picked up a lot.
Someone replied sourly: "You should leave some for me, isn't this amount of money abnormal?"
"You think it's abnormal because you can't pick it up, right? I think maybe someone lost the money. Didn't two people have a quarrel before? Maybe they were the ones who lost it?" The other party was not convinced.
"Someone is throwing coins around in the park in front of No. 13 Vocational School! Look guys, I picked up another one!"
Some people are even recording videos.
The gangsters followed the direction of the money and successfully walked to the black car.
"This car... Could it be that the money was scattered by the people inside?" The person at the front looked at it curiously, "The door is open."
"The two people who were arguing just now didn't leave with the car door open, did they?" a female voice speculated, "This car looks quite expensive, doesn't it?"
"Nonsense, if the car is not expensive, where would the money come from to spend it all over the place?" Someone puffed out his chest, "Is this car the stretched Lincoln? It's so long... It must cost several million, right?"
"Millions?!" Exclamations quickly rang out among the crowd.
"Then...a few million...let's go and take a look?" Someone whispered.
This voice immediately aroused everyone's approval, and everyone gathered together and walked to the car door.
"There seems to be someone inside," someone looked out, "Dude, buddy?"
"It smells like alcohol. This guy looks drunk." He turned his head.
"Come on, let me do it! Brothers, take a picture for everyone! This is the rich dude who is spending money lavishly in Lake District Park in the middle of the night because of love!" Someone suddenly rushed up with a mobile phone in hand, "Dude, dude! You are so rich, what kind of girl is this... Shit!"
He suddenly shouted.
"What happened?" There were voices asking outside the car.
“He, he, he… this is…” The man holding the phone was stuck for a long time, “This seems to be… a dead person!”
"This man is dead!"
"clang--"
Not far away, a bell rang from the clock tower in the center of Lake District Park.
It's twelve o'clock.
The next day arrived.
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What a long night is finally over!
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