The dung picker was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his whole body was shaking, his crotch was immediately soaked, and he rolled and crawled away!

Reported to the official.

Since it was a murder case, the Yamen naturally came to the place where the incident occurred quite quickly.

I have to say that even though Lin Yi has seen quite a few big scenes, after seeing the scene in this snowy and shabby house, a cold sweat rose up on his spine!

I saw dark red blood stains everywhere in the shabby room. The bruised and swollen sideshow boy had his limbs broken off and was stuffed into a black dog skin with a bulging body.

That face was full of fear and pain, as if he had been tortured before death.

There are also eight bloody characters on the ground.

——Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

This made Lin Yi's mind flashed involuntarily with that grimace that looked like crying and laughing at the same time.

"Hey! No need to look, that guy did it!"

On the side, the corpse mover had changed his outfit at this moment, wearing a loose police officer's uniform, and his clothes were a little neater, but he still looked unkempt, with his messy hair all tied up in knots.

He and his disciple Lin Yi stood at the door, looking into the shabby house, and sighed at the first sight,

"There is nothing wrong with this insistence on making the perpetrator suffer pain and consequences. It's him!"

Lin Yi naturally knew that the teacher was talking about the head-picking ghost. He frowned slightly and sighed: "There is such a guy in the Weishui River. I don't know... whether it is good or bad."

Lin Yi is not a rigid person, at least not anymore.

He even had contact with the head-picking ghost.

What he had to admit was that those who could be sure to die at the hands of the head-picking ghost were all bastards who had a way of killing themselves.

However, his methods are really too cruel and terrifying.

yes!

He doesn't give up anything good to anyone he kills now, but who can guarantee what will happen in the future?

If he is a murderer and kills innocent people, who can stop him?

"In our opinion, it should be considered a good thing." The corpse mover scratched his head.

"Why did the teacher say this?" Lin Yi raised his head.

"This guy's methods are indeed more... cruel than ours at certain times."

The corpse mover waved his hand and said: "He doesn't abide by the laws and rules, but that doesn't mean he has no bottom line.

On the contrary, we think that he has a yardstick in his mind to judge right from wrong, good and evil. Above the yardstick, time is peaceful, but under the yardstick, there are mountains of bones.

Just like the battle where he became famous, the three brothers of the Ji family knelt down and worshiped their heads in the Zhangjia mourning hall. We had been thinking before, why he had to bring people to the Zhangjia mourning hall to kill. At first, we thought he was not good enough.

It’s for that stubborn sense of ritual.

But later, we discovered that this was not the case. Feng Chen Qinghong witnessed his appearance with his own eyes. If we follow the normal logic of a murderer and a butcher, in order to avoid being pursued by the Yamen, he should be killed together with the Feng Chen woman.

But he didn't do that, even if the prostitute saw him, he didn't do anything to harm innocent people."

Hearing this, Lin raised his eyebrows.

It was he who sent that prostitute Qinghong back to the brothel in the first place!

At that time, Qinghong's confession was that the head-picking ghost told her to close her eyes, but other than that, he did nothing else to her.

"And that time at Tianshun spice factory not long ago."

The corpse mover continued: "You all think that Xie Qing from the Zhengqing Gang made a big mistake by dragging people through the city in the evening.

But from our point of view, this is definitely not the case. Then Xie Qing is not stupid. Without a deeper plan, he would never do such a childish show of force."

Lin Yiyi was stunned: "Why is that?"

"Because...in addition to those bastards who don't care about death, Tianshun Spice Factory also has hundreds of ordinary workers."

The corpse mover cracked his lips and let out a laugh: "Others don't know, but we know - that guy has some connections with the Zhengqing Gang. I'm afraid what Xie Qing did was to scare away those people, leaving only the Blackwater Gang.

The bastards are here to make it easier for him to kill!"

Lin Yi was stunned.

Then the corpse mover continued: "So, if the criterion in his heart is still there, to the people of Weishui, the existence of the head-picking ghost is like a butcher who only haunts the night.

A normal person's wife and children would live a good life and would not have anything to do with him at all.

As for those guys who do all kinds of evil...hehe!"

The corpse mover grinned twice and did not continue.

It was obvious that he seemed to admire the head-picking ghost quite a bit.

After a pause, he looked at Lin Yi and reminded: "By the way, you said he came to see you, right?"

Lin nodded.

"Then let me give you a heads up."

The corpse mover continued: "If you come into contact with him again in the future, don't think of yourself as a chief arrester, and don't think about complicated things like yamen, laws, procedures... just treat you as one of us.

He became his disciple."

Lin Yi was stunned and raised his head, "Why?"

The corpse mover sighed and patted his head: "Silly boy, you still can't see it?"

He pointed to the eight bloody characters on the ground and said: "As I said, he has a yardstick in his heart, but apart from this yardstick, other etiquette, laws and regulations, including yamen, court, laws, etc.

In his eyes..."

The corpse mover raised his head and took a deep breath.

"——Nothing!"

Lin Yi was moved and swallowed.

While the two were talking, the juggler's body had been taken away by officials and policemen, and the scene was protected.

While this case was happening, something was also happening in the Wangqi Division far north of the city.

At night, the gas station is brightly lit.

In the study room with simple furnishings, Mr. Wangqi sat upright.

In front of him was an old man in Taoist robes who looked to be in his fifties.

Except for his gray hair, there was no sign of aging on his body.

The body is plump, the skin is tender, and the eyes are radiant with light.

He raised his hand to the head of the Wangqi Division and said, "Sir, the entire Wangqi Division has been inspected by 80 people, and we still haven't found any trace of the head-picking ghost.

Even the results of his subordinates' tortoise-shell divination were vague and could not be seen clearly.

And that yamen still has the same attitude - although there is only a wanted order, it does not work hard, and looks like a dead pig that is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water."

After saying that, the whole study fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

After a long time, Chief Wang Qi raised his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Got it."

The old man just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

But suddenly I heard Chief Wangqi say, "The state patrol is urgent, and I need to sit in the department. But as the deputy chief, you don't have to do this, so put down what you are doing first and follow the rest of the Blackwater Gang."

The three heads of the family.”

The old man who was called the deputy chief was stunned.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, "Do you want to... wait and see?"

"Yes, since we can't find him."

Chief Wangqi said: "Then let him come out on his own."

After a pause, he looked into the dark night, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"No one can kill my people and still be happy."

"Fifteen years ago, no."
Chapter completed!