Chapter 483： Modern God Stick 11 ┃Terrorist Emergence

Zhuang Li sat in the reception room with his eyes closed and a cup of hot tea in front of him.

It took about twenty minutes before a tall, Zhou Zheng-looking male policeman walked in and said politely, "Sorry, Mr. Zhuang, for making you wait so long."

Zhuang Li immediately opened his eyes and looked at the person coming.

"Zhang Fuhai should be recruited, right? Can I go back?" He asked directly.

"Mr. Zhuang, from the available evidence, it seems that you have nothing to do with this case. But we would like to know how you guessed that Liao Qi and his son would die in three days, and how did you know that the little girl was The reincarnation of Zhang Fuhai's daughter?"

The police softened his tone and added: "This case has been closed, you will not be involved again, so you can just pretend that we are chatting and say anything casually. In fact, we are just satisfying our own. Just curious."

Zhuang Li looked at the name tag on the other side's chest, and said slowly: "Officer Zhou Cheng, I believe you must have encountered a case even stranger than this one, and you must have met someone stranger than me. So there is absolutely no need for you to inquire about what the world is like. As an official, you should know better than me. Have you encountered many monsters hidden in the dark? People are really nothing."

Of course he knew where the power to keep deleting ghost messages from the web came from. Only the dominance at the national level can block the news so deadly.

Therefore, state organs should have long known that this world has two sides, and may even have had deeper contact with the dark side.

Zhou Cheng's feigned relaxed expression slowly receded, and his face became more and more serious.

How can a person who can see the horoscope and spy on reincarnation be nothing? However, since the other party is unwilling to cooperate, the police cannot use tools to pry his mouth open. It does them no good to offend such an ignorant figure.

"Then what do you think of the world?" Zhou Cheng asked a question with a huge meaning.

"The light is slowly being swallowed up by the darkness. When the day of the apocalypse arrives, the devil will come, and the true **** will die." Zhuang Li said slowly.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the pain in his heart. That true God is his lover.

Zhou Cheng opened his mouth, but was speechless for a long time. The strong tremor and despair in his heart made him speechless for a while. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this the future you saw in your horoscope?"

"This is not the future, this is what is happening now." Zhuang Li stretched out a slender index finger and tapped the table lightly.

Zhou Cheng stared at his fingertips, cold sweat pouring out.

Seeing his reaction, Zhuang Li understood that the official position was the same as his own, and they were all looking for ways to eliminate the darkness.

"So, all evil spirits, including demon gods, must be killed." Zhuang Li clicked on the desktop again and said in a cold tone.

Zhou Cheng followed this finger and slowly looked at Zhuang Li's eyes filled with murderous intent, and gradually realized that this person should be a friend. However, their team has been infiltrated by missionaries too many times, and they have lost too many like-minded comrades-in-arms. They no longer dare to trust anyone easily.

Which side of this Zhuang Li is on, it's not enough based on feeling, and we have to try again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng made up a certain determination and said, "Please wait a moment, I have a file here for your reference."

Zhuang Li stretched out his hand and made a gesture of acceptance.

Zhou Cheng quickly brought a stack of thick files and explained: "This is a case that we can't figure out no matter what. So far, there have been a total of 22 victims, and almost every day There are new victims, and sometimes five people are killed in a day. If this continues, I believe the murderer will only commit the crime faster."

Zhou Cheng opened the file bag and took out the relevant autopsy report, on-site photos, visit records and other materials one by one.

"The victims were all women or men who lived alone. They were all killed at night. When they were found, they were all lying on the bed. There was no sign of outsiders breaking into the house, and there was no sign of struggling and resisting. They died peacefully, like falling asleep. It's the same. After forensic autopsy, it was found that their brains were gone, and their skulls were empty."

Zhou Cheng wiped his face, and there was a faint hint of fear in his eyes: "How did you say they died? What caused their brains to be hollowed out overnight? We asked the experts to see, they didn't die in the corpse. They found traces of incantation, incantation or head-dropping, and no Yin Qi was found. That is to say, it wasn't any of the curses, evil ghosts, evil spirits, worms, and head-turning that killed them. ."

Zhou Cheng laid out all the information on the table, his eyes constantly inspecting these fragments that were completely unable to piece together the truth.

He had always known that the world was terrifying, but he didn't know it had deteriorated to this extent.

The fate of mankind may be as Zhuang Li predicted, step by step towards the end of the apocalypse.

"If this case is not solved, more and more people will die. We found that the killer's killing methods have become very skilled, and the killing speed is also accelerating. At first, we only found a victim every few weeks; later, we found every day. Victims can be found; now, we can find several victims a day.”

Zhou Cheng's voice was trembling: "Can you imagine that the murderer killed four or five people at the same time in different parts of China in one night? What tactics did he use? Some victims were even thousands of kilometers away. I don't know. Know how the killer traveled through so many cities overnight. What is it?"

With hopeful eyes, he looked at Zhuang Li, who was immersed in reading the materials. He hoped this man would give them an answer.

At this moment, several more policemen came in and stood beside Zhuang Li, all with eager expressions on their faces, eager for the truth.

"It's very simple, because there are many murderers." Zhuang Li said lightly.

Zhou Cheng's sharp eyes suddenly radiated light.

"Do you know what?" he demanded eagerly.

The rest of the police quickly sat down and looked at Zhuang Li intently.

"I found an interesting detail." Zhuang Li picked up the tablet, called up a video recorded by the forensic doctor during the autopsy, pointed to one side of the victim's nostril and asked, "Have you tested the composition of this mucus? ?"

Zhou Cheng quickly picked up the autopsy report and looked at it, and shook his head regretfully: "No. The mucus in the nostrils should be snot?"

If he didn't look carefully, he really didn't realize that the right nostril of the corpse was actually stuffed with a kind of pale yellow mucus.

Zhuang Li called up several other autopsy videos and said: "Every corpse has mucus in one nostril on one side. This is a common point, but you ignore it. You take it for granted that it is snot, which leads to You missed the truth. Now, please go and test the composition of this slime right away."

Zhou Cheng quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhuang Li said slowly: "If I guess correctly, this mucus should be semen."

Zhou Cheng, who was walking, stumbled and almost fell. He turned around suddenly and asked in disbelief, "What did you say this is?"

Why would a killer put that stuff in his victim's nostrils? Is it a perverted fetish? And what's even more terrifying is that in the same period of time, how can there be so many murderers with the same sexual fetish in society?

The more Zhou Cheng thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Several of his subordinates have hurried out of the reception room to the forensic center.

Zhuang Li instructed: "By the way, let your technicians test the DNA. This thing should belong to the same person."

Zhou Cheng was confused again by this sentence, and said hoarsely, "Didn't you just say that there are many murderers?"

"Yes, there are many murderers, but they were all conceived by the same person." Zhuang Li kept sorting out the photos on the table, brushing the useless ones aside, and moving the ones that could reveal the truth to the center of the table.

In the end, there were a total of 44 photos selected by him, of which 22 were taken from glass bottles placed in the homes of different victims; the other 22 were taken from various brands of incubators, each The temperature of each incubator is adjusted to about 412 degrees.

All the victims had incubators in their homes. The police had already discovered this detail, but there was a small bottle in each victim's home, which the police did not pay attention to. Just because glass bottles are so commonplace that almost everyone has them in their homes.

"The incubator, the glass bottle, is there any connection between them?" Zhou Cheng stared at the photos.

Zhuang Li waved his hand and said, "I'll tell you when the test results from the forensic doctor come out and confirm my guess."

Zhou Cheng couldn't sit still, and kept calling to urge him.

Ten minutes later, his subordinate returned a call with a very excited tone: "Boss, Mr. Zhuang's guess is correct! Every nostril of each victim is covered with that stuff! The DNA is still there! During the test, the results have not come out yet.”

Zhou Cheng turned on the speakerphone, and Zhuang Li had already heard everything without him needing to repeat it.

His inner guess was completely confirmed, and he said slowly: "Since this is the case, then this mucus should be highly corrupted, and DNA cannot be detected, but you can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, the policeman on the other end of the phone said in extreme disappointment, "Boss, the forensic doctor told me just now that this liquid is highly corrupted and DNA cannot be detected!"

Zhou Cheng looked at Zhuang Li, his eyes flashing with excitement. He took a deep breath, then bent down and said cautiously, "Please tell me the truth!"

Zhuang Li lowered his eyes and pondered: "I once read in an ancient book a description of black magic that nurtures life: put the male **** into a glass bottle, seal it, and put it in an environment with the same temperature as a horse's uterus. Keep them for forty days, and when they gradually decay and start to wriggle, they will be watered with their own blood every day, and eventually a person the size of a finger will be born."

Zhuang Li pointed to the nostrils of the deceased full of yellow mucus in the video, and said: "I guess that these people who were conceived by black magic, after the deceased were asleep, drilled into their brains through their nostrils and ate their brains. That's why every dead person sleeps so peacefully, because they have no idea what a horrible thing they have cultivated."

Today's Zhuang Li has a comprehensive understanding of magic, Taoism, Gu, and other strange techniques, and can be called an encyclopedia of mysticism.

In the eyes of others, these fragments have no meaning at all, but he can easily retrieve the key words and piece together the truth.

He stared at Zhou Cheng's horrified eyes and gave the final hint: "You should check how these dead people know this black magic, and who got the mucus and glass bottles from. Find this person. , the case is broken."