"A serial murderer fled to the city next to Jiangning City yesterday and killed someone. I'll go, this person will die a pervert!"

Mu Yao was browsing the post, and his little face was twisted as if he had eaten a big black bliner plum.

Wang Han glanced at him.

Each corpse was dug out of the heart, kneeling on the ground, nailed to the ground, holding the heart in both hands and lifted it over the head, but its twisted face still had a hideous smile.

It's like offering sacrifices to an invisible being.

Mu Yao suddenly exclaimed lightly.

"Oh? Brother Jiu, look! There is a pattern in these crime scenes! This pattern is...yes..."

Wang Han took the cell phone from Mu Yao's hand.

After seeing it clearly, I was stunned.

Then the anger swelled up.

“Wo Nima!
Chapter completed!