Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In the duty room, Yi Zhonghai was still complaining to Xiao Liu when he saw the two men walking out from the shadows, and he knew he had succeeded.

He stood up, grasped Xiao Liu's hand, and said, "Comrade Liu, thank you for listening to me for so long. I feel much better now. I won't disturb your work any longer. Thank you."

"Take care, Master Yi..." Xiao Liu was also feeling uneasy because of what he said. He couldn't wait for him to leave, and he was also a little scared.

Yi Zhonghai walked out of the police station and met up with Yan Bugui and Sha Zhu at a corner.

The three exchanged a glance, said nothing, and quickened their pace toward the hotel.

After walking to a secluded corner, Sha Zhu took out two cloth bags from his pocket and handed them to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai took it and carefully opened it to take a look.

Two bluish-gray little fingers lay quietly on the red cloth.

He rewrapped it, clutched it tightly in his hand, and a glint of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Everything is ready. Let's go back first. Lin Tian and his sister are currently in the police station's duty dormitory. But whether the evil spirit is in the yard or following the two siblings, we need to ask Third Master first."

At the same time.

Red Star Hotel

"Another person has died! Another person has died! An old lady has died!!!"

Qin Huairu's shrill screams rang out. Although Xiao Dang didn't understand what was happening, seeing her mother's terrified and broken state, she also burst into tears.

The hotel receptionist, who was dozing off, was startled by the noise and rushed out of the counter, following the sound to the second floor.

The door to room 204 was wide open.

Qin Huairu slumped down in the doorway, holding Xiao Dang, her face ashen, her body trembling, her eyes unfocused, and she kept repeating:

"Someone's dead...someone's dead..."

The waiter's heart sank, and he quickly walked over.

When he saw the scene inside the room, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. A few seconds later, he let out an even more terrified scream:

"Someone's dead! Call the police! Call the police!!!"

The bed inside the room was a mess.

An elderly woman named Wang Cuilan was dismembered into eight pieces.

It was truly "dismembered into eight pieces," with limbs severed from the torso and the torso cut in half at the waist, leaving internal organs and intestines scattered all over the ground.

Blood stained the entire bed sheet and pooled on the floor, slowly trickling down the cracks in the floorboards.

The scariest thing is—

The watermelon head is gone.

There was a bloody, mangled gash on his neck, still oozing a little blood.

The entire room was filled with a strong stench of blood.

The waiter scrambled out of the room and stumbled downstairs to make a phone call.

Qin Huairu held Xiao Dang, slumped at the door, staring blankly into the corridor, not daring to look into the room.

Not long after.

Chief Li, along with several officers, was the first to rush into the hotel.

When the old policeman saw the scene in room 204, he gasped and his face turned ashen.

"You bastard!"

Chief Li slammed his fist on the doorframe, his eyes bloodshot. "The killer is becoming increasingly brazen! Absolutely outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

"Is there no law? Is there no justice? This is a blatant provocation against us!"

"Forensic doctor! Come quick!" Chief Li roared. "How did this person die? Time of death!"

The forensic doctor, suppressing his nausea, put on gloves and entered the room.

He carefully examined the wound and the condition of the cut surface, then withdrew with a grave expression.

"Chief Li, the wounds were caused by repeated blows from a blunt object. The weapon was likely an axe. The time of death was approximately one to two hours ago."

"One to two hours?"

Director Li glanced at his watch. "So, that means between 4:00 and 5:30 PM?"

He turned to Qin Huairu, who was slumped at the door, and tried to keep his tone gentle: "Comrade Qin Huairu, when did you find out?"

Before he could finish speaking, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell again.

Qin Ming arrived in a hurry with several police officers, his face even more grim than that of Chief Li.

He was carrying a bag wrapped in white cloth, with dark red liquid seeping from the bottom.

"Chief Li!" Qin Ming strode over. "Is Wang Cuilan dead?"

Chief Li was taken aback: "Captain Qin, how come you're so well-informed? I just got here myself, and I just confirmed the deceased's identity..."

Qin Ming did not answer, but walked straight to the table in the hotel corridor and placed the white cloth bag in his hand on the table.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the cloth bag.

in--

It's Wang Cuilan's watermelon.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were wide open in terror, his pupils were dilated, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

The watermelon's flesh was mangled and still dripping blood at the broken end.

"vomit--!!"

Qin Huairu was the first to break down and turned around to vomit violently.

The hotel staff member covered his mouth, his face was deathly pale, and his legs were so weak that he could not stand.

Even the young police officers who came with Chief Li couldn't help but gag when they saw this bloody scene.

Despite his nausea, Director Li asked with a grim expression, "Captain Qin, where did you get Wang Cuilan's watermelon head?"

Qin Ming's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth: "It... inexplicably appeared hanging on the crooked tree outside the courtyard."

"What?!" Director Li exclaimed in shock.

Another inexplicable situation?

Is it that crooked tree again?

Jia Dongxu hanged himself there, Yan Jiecheng hanged himself there, Liu Guangfu hanged himself there…

Now, is Wang Cuilan's head hanging there too?

"Isn't this too suspicious?" Director Li muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

Qin Ming remained silent.

He was a staunch materialist who worked as a criminal investigator for twenty years, solving countless murder cases, and never believed in ghosts or gods.

But this time…

A series of inexplicable events, a series of bizarre deaths…

Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangtian, Yan Jiecheng, Banggeng, the deaf old lady, Liu Guangfu, Wang Cuilan…

Seven lives lost.

The ways they died were increasingly bizarre and bloody.

No clues were found at the scene; the killer appeared and disappeared like a ghost…

Qin Ming clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He had to start believing...

There may indeed be some things in this world that science cannot explain.

"Send the body back to the police station first."

Qin Ming forced himself to calm down. "Perform a thorough autopsy. Don't overlook any details."

Two police officers came over with a stretcher. The forensic doctor, suppressing his nausea, picked up Wang Cuilan's body parts one by one and placed them on the stretcher.

Limbs, torso, internal organs...

Finally, cover it with a white cloth.

The white cloth was quickly soaked with blood, turning a patch of it red.

The stretcher was carried out.

The corridor was filled with the heavy smell of blood and an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Director Li asked, "Can you tell me who first discovered Wang Cuilan's death?"

The terrified waiter finally came to his senses, pointed at Qin Huairu, and said in a trembling voice, "It was her, it was her! She was the one who said someone had died first, so I came up to check..."

Qin Huairu had vomited all her fluids and leaned weakly against the wall, her face as pale as paper.

She held Xiaodang in her arms; Xiaodang had already cried herself to sleep.

"Chief Li, Captain Qin..."

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