Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

at the same time.

Less than fifteen minutes after Sha Zhu, Yi Zhonghai, and Old Man Liu left, a group of people arrived at Old Man Liu's house.

"Captain Wang, we haven't checked this place yet."

Young police officer Xiao Zhang pointed to the tightly closed door and said.

Wang Gang nodded, stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Is anyone home? It's the police station, checking the water meter."

no respond.

Wang Gang knocked again and listened intently, but there was still no response.

He took a step back and said to the police officer behind him, "Break it open."

Two young police officers stepped forward and forcefully rammed the wooden door.

The old door panel, unable to withstand the weight, crashed open with a loud bang.

A strong smell of blood wafted over.

Wang Gang's expression changed, and he pulled out his pistol and rushed in first.

The sight before him made even this experienced veteran detective gasp in shock.

He Yushui's body lay stiffly in the corner, and next to her, Liu Haizhong's watermelon-shaped haircut was clearly visible.

"My God..." Xiao Zhang covered his mouth, barely managing to hold back from vomiting.

Wang Gang glanced around and quickly made a judgment: "This isn't the initial crime scene. Look at the amount of blood."

He pointed to a large patch of dried, dark red blood on the ground, saying, "At least two people were seriously injured here."

He walked to the bedside and touched the fresh bloodstains on the sheets: "Someone just left recently, the blood hasn't completely congealed yet."

"Captain Wang, look at this." Xiao Zhang found a blood-stained sewing kit in the corner.

Wang Gang took it and looked at it: "Medical sutures. Someone treated this wound."

He looked up at the doorway. "They probably haven't gone far; they're likely still nearby."

"Could it be those two fugitives?" Xiao Zhang guessed.

"Very likely."

Wang Gang pondered: This must be the work of those two escaped thugs, otherwise why would Liu Haizhong's watermelon head be here?

They must have ruined Liu Haizhong's hair and taken the watermelon away.

Just as he finished speaking, he was spotted by Xiao Wang and his patrol team, which explains everything.

As for how Liu Haizhong escaped from prison, this question remains to be discussed, and the possibility of human intervention or evil spirits cannot be ruled out.

"The houses in this area are densely packed and the alleys are complicated, making it too easy for a few people to hide."

"Captain Wang, what do we do now?"

Wang Gang turned around and said, "Leave two people to guard the scene until the forensic doctor arrives. The rest of you continue to search house to house, focusing on finding the injured and those with unusual bloodstains."

The police officers split up and took one last look at the horrific scene inside the house, their brows furrowed.

"Something terrible has happened! Deputy Captain Wang, a family of four has died in a small courtyard about fifty meters away!"

Team Leader Qin and Chief Li went to another murder scene and are not at the station.

"What? Take me there right now!"

Wang Gang was horrified. He had only just discovered one and a half corpses when another murder occurred. Had this evil spirit gone mad with killing?

A family of four.

Who will be next?

Wang Gang dared not think about it. After leaving three or four people to deal with the bodies and corpses of He Yushui and Liu Haizhong, he hurried to another crime scene.

On the other side of more than ten streets.

Sha Zhu, Old Liu, and Yi Zhonghai finally arrived at Third Master's house.

Uncle Yan Bugui, who was already waiting at the door, was startled when he saw the three men's miserable state: "What happened? Did they run into the police?"

"It's worse than that," Sha Zhu gasped, "My sister He Yushui... He Yushui's body... it moved!"

Yan Bugui's expression changed instantly: "What did you say?"

"Ghosts! Ghosts!" Old Liu stammered incoherently, "The head in Liu Hai's hair... He Yushui... they're chasing us!"

Yan Bugui looked at the unconscious Yi Zhonghai, then at the two panicked men, and said in a deep voice, "Come in quickly, Third Master is all ready and waiting for you."

He closed the door and bolted it, as if that would shut out the terror outside.

But he didn't know that some things cannot be stopped by a bolt.

Lin Tianguiying, who had just come from Director Wang's house, looked at the tightly closed courtyard gate and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

It’s just a good show.

How can this exorcism drama be performed without me as the main character?

As soon as Sha Zhu, Old Liu, and Yi Zhonghai entered the house, they saw that Third Master had already prepared the altar.

Incense and candles were lit, yellow talismans were pasted on the wall, and an unidentified statue of a deity was placed in the center, with a copper coin sword, a bell, and a bowl of water in front of it.

It looks quite impressive and is rather intimidating.

Third Master turned around, saw Yi Zhonghai's miserable state, frowned, but didn't ask any further questions, simply asking, "Did you bring the things?"

Sha Zhu put Yi Zhonghai off his back and replied, "Third Master, the man has been brought."

Yi Zhonghai weakly opened his eyes, looked at everything before him, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart: "Third Master... this is..."

Before Third Master could speak, Yan Bugui suddenly moved.

He grabbed a rolling pin from the table and, taking advantage of Old Liu's momentary lapse in attention, smashed it hard on the back of his neck.

"Ugh! Yan Bugui, you..." Old Liu groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"What are you doing, Uncle San?" Sha Zhu exclaimed in surprise and quickly asked.

Yan Bugui pulled out a pre-prepared hemp rope from his waist and deftly tied up the unconscious old man Liu, explaining as he did so:

"Old Yi is Old Liu's savior. If we don't knock him out, he'll probably be an obstacle when Third Master performs the exorcism, preventing us from attacking Old Yi."

Sha Zhu paused for a moment after hearing this, then nodded: "I really hadn't thought of that."

He glanced down at Xiao Qiang, who had survived three major hemorrhages, and was staring in terror at the bound old man Liu, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak.

He already had a clue what Yan Bugui and Sha Zhu were up to.

If it weren't for the watermelon that suddenly appeared in his bangs last night, scaring him so much that he suddenly had a massive hemorrhage, he should have already escaped Beijing this morning.

Man proposes, God disposes.

Yi Zhonghai was filled with sorrow and grief!

Third Master finally came to his senses, his expression turning grave: "So... the sacrifice you were talking about is Yi Zhonghai?"

Yan Bugui tied up Old Liu, stood up, and dusted off his hands: "Yes, that's right."

"Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai," Third Master shook his head, looking at his pale face, "I never thought it would be you in the end."

Yi Zhonghai struggled to stand up, but the excruciating pain in his abdomen rendered him powerless. Knowing the answer already, he feigned ignorance and asked, "Third Master... Old Yan... Zhu Zi, what do you mean? What sacrifice?"

No one answered him.

Third Master continued to inquire, "What about the bones of your enemies and the blood of your relatives? Did you bring them?"

Sha Zhu pointed at Yi Zhonghai and said, "Enemy's Bones is also an old man. He's the one who caused all this trouble. The evil spirits were born because of him."

"Whoa!"

Third Master's eyes lit up, as if he had figured something out. "No wonder Yi Zhonghai was so flustered when he came last time."

I also gave him two ancestral amulets for protection. It seems he wasn't just unlucky or beset by evil spirits; he was just feeling guilty.

Yan Bugui walked over to Yi Zhonghai and squatted down to feel around him.

Yi Zhonghai tried to struggle, but Sha Zhu's large hand pressed down on his shoulder, like an iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.

"What...what are you going to do..." Yi Zhonghai's voice was choked with sobs.

He fears!

This feeling of being at the mercy of others is unbearable.

Yan Bugui pulled a bloodstained old garment from his arms—the work clothes that Lin's father used to wear, which Sha Zhu had stolen last time.

"Third Master," Yan Bugui held up the clothes, "this blood of a blood relative... can we use the blood of an evil spirit itself?"

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