He never cleaned up the scene, and the crime scene was a mess with traces everywhere. The body was dumped at the scene without any consideration for covering it up. His house was smelly and dirty, like a garbage dump, and looked exactly like the residence of a mentally ill person.
But you're saying that he has no organizational skills at all, that's not true. He would dress himself neatly before committing a crime. He also had his own clearly marked crimes, taking away souvenirs. Judging from these two points of view, he has a strong sense of ritual. While evading police capture, he managed to escape from the heavy encirclement flexibly, crossing mountains and rivers, being resourceful and cautious, and he fled for a long time.
Yin Feng held a pen in his hand and tapped on the file. This shows that Xu Baping's criminal talent and thinking quality are very good. If the car accident hadn't injured his head, making him easily irritable and out of control, he would have done a better job of committing the crime, and it would have been even more difficult for the police to catch him...
Something in Yin Feng's heart moved suddenly, and he felt like he was about to catch something. He picked up the case file of the "Apprentice Killer" case again, put the two documents together, frowned, thought for a while, and then smiled.
Maybe by doing that, we can catch that person by surprise... instead of having to look for a needle in a haystack like we are doing now.
Yin Feng had made up his mind. He put down the file. After reading it for an hour or two, he felt a little tired. Seeing a bottle of mineral water on the corner of the table, he picked it up and drank it. Then he leaned back in his chair and looked out the window.
The afternoon sun was quiet, and people walked in the corridor from time to time. He seemed to hear Ding Xiongwei's laughter and talking, as well as the footsteps of several people. Having just recovered from a serious injury, he had slept little last night and had expended a lot of physical energy. He felt a little tired, so he closed his eyes and leaned back in You Mingxu's chair. Thinking of her helpless look with a smile in the corner of her eyes, saying "Is it not okay for me to drink?", he smiled slightly.
I want to hug her, I want to play with her, I want to see her blushing and wanting to resist but not having the heart to do so.
Just like a very wild doe, she was held in his arms from then on.
Yin Feng didn't expect that he would have a dream, and he dreamed about the time when he was imprisoned in Guizhou.
After waking up from this serious injury, he remembered many things, including how he met, knew, and fell in love with You Mingxu. I remember a lot about my experience in Guizhou, but it is not complete. He had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something very important, but if he thought about it too deeply, his head would hurt, so he simply let it go and wait for his memory and brain to recover over time.
Although that memory was a taboo in his subconscious, he rarely dreamed about the situation at that time. It was like there was a barrier separating him from the secrets of that period.
However, he did not expect that on such an afternoon when he had read a lot of murder case information and his mind was filled with bloody images, he would have the dream again.
It was a particularly quiet room, just as quiet as this afternoon when he was half asleep.
He seemed to smell blood and felt pain in his body. He opened his eyes and saw blood all over the floor.
He was wearing a nearly tattered T-shirt and lying on the ground.
He looked up and saw that there was no one in the room. There was a table not far away, on which were placed various knives, saws, stun guns, flintlocks... Many of the tools were stained with blood.
That's his blood.
Yin Feng slowly got up. Even though he was as hard-core as he was, he couldn't help but feel a deep fear when he saw the tools that had once "served" his body.
At this time, there was no one guarding him, but he knew that he could not get out of this hell. But since he stood up for a moment, he wanted to go out for a walk.
He didn't know where he was going.
Where's Ash? Where's his Ash?
Yin Feng, who was so deeply trapped in his old dreams, felt a deep pain in his chest when he thought of You Mingxu. The endless darkness and loneliness, like a monster, stood behind him. He had no idea that his fingers, which were hanging over the edge of the chair, were clenched tightly.
He stumbled forward along the dark corridor. The tentacles touched the rough and cold walls, which seemed lifelike and so familiar. They were clearly scenes engraved deep in his memory. He knew that he had been here before, really been here.
Yin Feng walked to the door of a room and slowly turned his head.
He heard someone talking inside, and it sounded familiar. He had heard both voices.
This room has a window, so there is light. A man, with his back to him, is standing in front of a desk. That back figure was so familiar, tall and straight. She liked to wear cool black clothes like him. Hearing the noise, the man turned around, and Yin Feng once again saw those cold, misty eyes, which seemed to hide a lot of thoughts. A faint, cruel smile appeared on the face that looked very similar to Yin Feng.
Yin Chen.
He said, "Yin Feng is not behaving well again and even dared to sneak out. Didn't you like it when your brother played with you yesterday? Why didn't you wait obediently? Yin Feng...but you are your brother's treasure, and you are the one that your brother wants to prove."
Yin Feng heard himself stammering, "Brother..."
Then, he saw the smile on Yin Chen's face gradually fade away, and he said, "You saw it, right? You know it."
Yin Feng slowly turned his head and looked at the man sitting at the table, half of his body blocked by Yin Chen behind him.
"He has to know." Yin Feng heard the man say. The voice was obviously familiar, but he couldn't tell who that person was.
All he saw was a young man, tall and thin, wearing black clothes and pants, and wearing a pair of glasses, sitting there. Yin Feng felt as if he had been struck hard in the heart. He is... He is...
But in the dream, it was as if there was a layer of mist surrounding the sunlight. Yin Feng could never see his face clearly. He only felt a sense of familiarity. It was someone he knew. Someone...who was simply impossible to ignore.
The man stood up, his face still as if hidden in the mist, patted Yin Chen on the shoulder and said, "I like Gu Tiancheng, and his transformation and absorption are now in your hands."
Yin Chen replied, "Okay." He looked at Yin Feng again, smiled, and said, "What about him?"
The man said, "Since it's almost useless, just throw it away."
Yin Chen smiled and said, "Are you willing to do that?"
The man said, "I am willing to give it up. Personality is a cheap thing. It cannot be established without being destroyed, and it cannot be reborn without being dead."
Yin Feng was a little dazed, and in his mind, the familiar voice kept saying:
There is no construction without destruction; there is no life without death.
There is no construction without destruction; there is no life without death.
There is no construction without destruction; there is no life without death.
…….
Vaguely, it seemed as if there was a huge forgotten thing, a deep-hidden secret, which he was about to get a glimpse of, but he couldn't see it clearly.
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