In the chaotic archives room, a tall man was squatting in front of the police officer's body, his face calm and cold.
Jiang Shihe's profile was taut into a beautiful curve, like a marble sculpture, handsome and refined, with excessively superior lines and curves like a god in ancient mythology, flawless.
He looked down, examining the officer's wounds, and couldn't help but frown: "Tsk... that was really ruthless."
The dead, already stiffened corpse of the police officer lay sprawled on the ground, a clear stab wound on his neck. The person who did it—Ji He—was obviously extremely skilled; with a swift and decisive strike, a life was lost just like that…
This matter originally had nothing to do with Ruan Qing'an, but her appearance here gave Long Qi a reason to interrogate her and bring the matter to her head. However, Jiang Shihe did not want to cause her any trouble, so he naturally wanted to eliminate the last hidden danger.
Most importantly—don't give Ji He any opportunity to take advantage.
Just as Jiang Shihe was preparing to deal with it, a faint sound suddenly came from behind him, like a video lag, with the voice repeating stiffly. He subconsciously turned around.
In a corner of the archives, where the sun did not shine, a faint glimmer of light could be seen.
What's this?
Jiang Shihe raised an eyebrow slightly, got up and went to the corner. Only when he got closer did he realize that there was a cell phone in the corner, which was playing a live broadcast. The content of the broadcast was the rooftop of F University, which was the place where Long Qi led the team.
As Jiang Shihe approached, the previously choppy live stream, which seemed to have a poor signal, suddenly became smooth.
"Quickly, everyone, move faster!"
Long Qi's voice could be heard during the live stream.
After a brief moment, the middle-aged man appeared on the live stream with other police officers, arriving on the rooftop.
One of the young detectives shouted, "Captain Long, according to the previous message, this should be the place. Let's just break down the door. The rooftop of F University isn't sealed off; it's very dangerous!"
"Yes, break down the door immediately and take control of the scene."
Long Qi paused, made a hand gesture, and then said again, "We must be careful and control all emergencies!"
"Yes, Captain Long!"
The other officers all answered in unison.
Immediately following Long Qi's gesture, one of the officers nodded and kicked open the tightly closed rooftop door. In the blink of an eye, all the officers filed in.
They were all ready, but strangely enough, the rooftop was completely empty after they entered!
Long Qi's face suddenly turned grim: "Oh no..."
Clearly, they've been tricked!
The young detective couldn't help but exclaim, "What... what's going on? All the information we investigated and the surveillance footage we saw are real; there's such a person here. How come there's no one here now?!"
"Like...like a ghost—"
"Alright!"
Long Qi shouted, interrupting the young detective: "Don't say things carelessly. Remember who you are!"
The young detective lowered his head and said, "I...I understand..."
Even after hearing the young detective's answer, Long Qi's expression remained grim. He couldn't help but glance at the other detectives around him. Their faces didn't show much of a reaction, as if they hadn't heard the young detective's words and were indifferent to them.
But Long Qi's heart couldn't help but turn cold, because he knew that the other criminal police officers had already begun to waver, even if they didn't say it out loud, some of them were thinking the same thing.
Endless overtime work and evidence collection are still to no avail. The increasingly bizarre methods of the crime and the mountain of case files have made it impossible to catch the killer. Even Long Qi, who wants to withstand the pressure from above, is still exhausted.
He closed his eyes and stopped trying to say anything.
When he opened his eyes again, the confusion was gone. With a resolute look, he gave the order once more: "That's enough. Immediately have someone deal with the impact on the internet and get back!"
"Yes, Captain Long."
Everyone seemed to be startled awake, and answered in unison.
The live stream on the phone ended there. Jiang Shihe simply propped himself up on his knees with his elbows and silently watched the screen go black as the live stream was shut down.
Just then—"Jiang Shihe."
A voice suddenly rang out, sounding like a mechanical synthesized voice, indistinguishable as male or female: "This is a live stream that belongs solely to you. You let your friend, Captain Long Qi, and his men end up like this. As the murderer, you are truly disgusting."
"Is this how you treat your friends? It's ridiculous. What does Long Qi mean to you? Is he just a tool for you to climb the ranks in the police station when you're pretending to be a detective?"
"Or perhaps, you were one of my informants gathering information about the police."
The synthesized voice was devoid of any emotion, yet every sentence was extreme and sharp, as if stabbing straight into one's heart: "Jiang Shihe, you have no heart, you have no humanity, you... are not worthy of being human!"
"...Have you said enough?"
Jiang Shihe was silent for a moment, then stood up. He turned around to look at the source of the sound, only to see an empty archive room behind him, and on the tightly closed window—
Without anyone noticing, yellow talismans were pasted all over the place, and not only that, many Buddhist beads were also scattered on the ground, which looked vaguely like an array.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Shihe couldn't help but frown: "Ji He?"
"You're the one who lured Captain Long and the others to the rooftop, aren't you? And you're still spreading rumors online. Stop hiding and come out. You're responsible for all the police officers who died here."
"Responsible?"
The synthesized voice laughed: "Why should I take responsibility? Jiang Shihe, you killed so many people, why aren't you taking responsibility?"
"Do they deserve what they got? What a joke!"
Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Shihe's eyes darkened further. It was indeed Ji He, but where was she now? Most importantly—he looked up, his brows furrowed, and his face turned grim as he gazed at the surroundings, which resembled the magic of Taoist priests.
Just then, a strong gust of wind swept in from behind. Jiang Shihe turned around abruptly, only to find that there was nothing behind him. However, on the ground, he saw several small yellow talisman figures, made of paper, with their features painted on with cinnabar.
The small figures with yellow talismans were clinging to his trouser leg, their features, drawn with cinnabar ink, twisting together in the next moment, followed by a loud, piercing cry.
Jiang Shihe's body suddenly stiffened, as if he were restrained by something, and for a moment he was unable to move at all.
And at this moment—
A gleaming blade of light suddenly flashed, coming from... Jiang Shihe's back!
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