Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 99 Murder Investigation
Startled by the shout, Li Rui suppressed his nausea and scrambled towards the police car, grabbing the microphone from the car radio. His voice was trembling and filled with sobs.

"Command Center! No. 27, Shibanpo Main Street! 'Tea Master' Tea Room!"
A horrific murder has occurred! The scene...the scene is extremely bloody! Multiple victims! We urgently need...we urgently need backup! Forensic experts! Technical teams! We need them all! Quickly! Hurry!!

His roar echoed through the silent streets, carrying a sense of apocalyptic panic.

It was just past noon.

The piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, shattering the deathly silence of the residential area.

A large number of police officers quickly arrived at the scene, their red and blue police lights flashing wildly, casting a grim atmosphere over the narrow street.

The cordon was quickly set up, isolating the onlookers who had come upon hearing the news and were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The buzzing of voices was filled with fear and morbid curiosity.

"My goodness! What's going on with such a big commotion?"

"So this is a classic case of double-crossing? So many people have been killed!"

"Karma! It must be retribution!"

"I heard there was a river of blood inside, it's terrifying!"

In the courtyard, the police officers who arrived later, regardless of whether they were new or old, were all shocked by the hellish scene the moment they stepped into the tea room. Many of them forced themselves to take pictures and record the scene, but soon some of them covered their mouths and rushed out, leaning against the police car or the corner of the wall to vomit violently.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely oppressive and heavy.

Deputy Director Zhao Dehai was a middle-aged man in his forties, slightly overweight. At this moment, his face was so gloomy it could drip water. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, watching the police officers coming and going with unpleasant expressions, his brows furrowed into knots.

At this moment, Chen Guodong and an old forensic doctor, Lao Yang, who was wearing a white coat, a mask and gloves, and had a similarly solemn expression, walked out of the tea room one after the other.

Chen Guodong accidentally got a small dark red stain on his jacket, but he didn't care. He just took out the "Shancheng" cigarette tucked behind his ear from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. The pungent smoke seemed to slightly suppress the churning in his lungs and the chill in his heart.

Old Yang took off his mask, exhaled a long breath, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Zhao Dehai immediately went to meet them, his voice low and urgent: "Old Chen, Old Yang, what's the situation? How many people have died? Do you have any leads on the murderer?"

Forensic pathologist Lao Yang wiped away his sweat, his voice carrying professional calmness, yet unable to conceal his shock: "Preliminary count confirms nine deaths at the scene, all of them adult males."

The fatal wound... was highly concentrated and lethal.

He paused, then emphasized, "All of them were cuts from sharp instruments! They were mainly concentrated in the carotid artery, heart, and vital organs of the torso."

The wound edges were extremely clean, the muscle tissue was separated instantly, and the weapon used by the killer was... extremely sharp and incredibly powerful! Almost all of them were fatal with a single blow, or caused irreparable damage in an instant!
Judging from the shape and depth of the wound, it doesn't look like a common weapon like a machete or axe; rather, it looks like...like some kind of extremely sharp, narrow bladed weapon—a sword!

Preliminary assessment suggests there is only one perpetrator!

"A sharp weapon? Did one person do this?"

Zhao Dehai gasped in disbelief, his voice rising several decibels, "Old Yang, are you kidding me?!"
One person? He took on seven or eight burly men wielding steel rods? And killed them all? Do you think this is a martial arts movie? A martial arts master?!

Chen Guodong exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes sharp as knives as he pointed at the clearly visible shoe prints covered in thick, sticky blood on the tea room floor. His voice was hoarse but unusually firm: "Director Zhao, I'm not joking. Look at these bloody footprints on the floor!"

The footprints were of similar size and pattern, extending from the doorway into the inner bedroom, then out of the bedroom, and finally disappearing back into the doorway. Apart from this, there were no other bloody footprints left behind.

The direction and consistency are very clear! The technical team is extracting the data. Judging from the stride and depth, the height and weight also largely match that of a single person!

and"

He paused, his gaze growing even more serious: "The murderer's mental fortitude is frightening!"
He didn't panic and run away after committing the crime! He stayed at the scene for quite some time!

"What does that mean?" Zhao Dehai's heart skipped a beat.

“Look over there,” Chen Guodong pointed to an overturned tea table in the corner of the tea room. “The drawer was pulled open and clearly ransacked. No cash was found at the scene.”

The murderer stole the cash after committing the crime!
He even calmly took a shower, washing off all the bloodstains. He changed into clean clothes! He even tried to break into the safe but failed, then left!

Chen Guodong's voice carried an almost absurd chill, "You little bastard, you think this is your own home!"

Zhao Dehai was stunned, a chill running down his spine.

One man, with a sharp weapon, slaughtered seven people in a few minutes, then acted as if nothing had happened, taking a shower, changing clothes, looting money, and attempting to open the safe before calmly leaving!
"Damn it...is this...is this even human?"

Zhao Dehai murmured, the previous doubts about him being a "martial arts master" had long since vanished, leaving only a chill that penetrated to the bone.

"What about the technical team? Have they found anything?" Zhao Dehai asked, clinging to his last glimmer of hope.

Chen Guodong shook his head heavily: "There are only eight public surveillance cameras within a radius of 500 meters."

In recent years, the power lines have either aged or been vandalized. The community has reported this several times, but there has been no funding to repair them.

All eight are bad now! We didn't get a single picture! Fingerprints and hair are too difficult to extract because the scene was too messy, there was too much blood, and there was too much interference.

The most valuable items right now are the bloody footprints and the sharp scratch on the safe.

He stubbed out his cigarette hard, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the blood-soaked courtyard before finally settling on the deputy director's face.

"Director Zhao, we've basically figured out the identities of the victims. They all followed Zhang Biao and had deep connections to organized crime."

This case is most likely a gangland feud, with ruthless methods and no survivors.

This murderer... is extremely dangerous! Ruthless, incredibly skilled, and possesses a psychologically abnormally strong constitution!
To be able to calmly shower and change clothes after killing someone—this isn't just an ordinary desperado! This is a professional killer!
This person should have been trying to leave Chongqing immediately after committing the crime. I suggest we dispatch armed police to immediately block all roads and conduct searches!

The mountain city's multi-level transportation system truly lives up to its reputation.

With a map in hand, Qi Yun drove the van through a maze of steps, tunnels, and overpasses, stumbling and bumping along.

When I arrived at the First People's Hospital of the city, the sky was already filled with intense orange-red and purple-gray, and the sunset was burning with its last magnificent glow, giving the hospital's square gray-white buildings a golden edge.

The noise outside the hospital had not subsided.

The flow of people and vehicles created a chaotic scene, with the sounds of horns, hawkers' cries, and the screeching of stretcher wheels grinding against the concrete all mixed together.

(End of this chapter)