Chapter 37: It hit and killed his parents

"Your friend?"

After a while, Qingcheng Xie hung up the phone and went into the house. Yu He then asked so.

Qingcheng Xie didn't intend to explain much to Yu He, probably Yu He has forgotten many things, and has long forgotten Man Chen, whom he had a meal with, so he simply said, "Sort of."

"He said he just finished work and was coming over."

"I didn't allow it."

Qingcheng Xie dismissed Man Chen and brought out the cooked noodles from the kitchen. While he was busy, Mr. He was watching like a grandfather, and did not want to help, but only asked Man Chen about his business.

"Why did he come to you so actively."

"I told you it was a friend."

"Quite young, isn't she, how old is she?"

"About the same as you."

"Professor Xie is so forgetful." Yu He said, "Don't you have a generation gap?"

"......"

Qingcheng Xie found him inexplicable, snapped his chopsticks and put them down, eyes cold: "You galactic police? What does my social circle have to do with you."

Yu He is silent.

He did have nothing to say, and after he came back to his senses he did feel nervous, what to care about this.

Qingcheng Xie pushes a bowl of noodles covered with a loose egg in front of Yu He.

"Eat your food, I'll go call your dad."

At this moment.

Yong Zhang is huddled in a dark corner of an office in one of the academic buildings at Huzhou University, the door of which is closed.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his head, he took a sweat towel to wipe, but the sweat towel has been soaked through, almost can wring out the water.

His piggy green eyes were fixed on the direction of the iron gate, the only entrance for outsiders to get in. He had been staring for a long time, and from the moment Jiankang Wang's body was photographed, he knew he would be next.

After all, he was involved in the biological experiments at Chengkang Mental Hospital, and the possession of women who had lost their consciousness became a customary trade of power and sex for these men when they talked about big things.

There are also beautiful women in the asylum, some of them are even students of Huzhou University who are tricked into treatment, they are good, obedient, can arouse the desire of many men to ravage / rape, but also very safe.

Not too many people will pay attention to their spiritual world, take their words seriously, some women are tortured crazy, or even forgetful, and turn back to what they have done to her can forget all about it.

It didn't matter if they were pregnant, they had been partners with Jicheng Liang for years, and Jicheng Liang knew exactly how to handle it, and knew to get the "incriminating" evidence cleaned up by the tight-lipped researchers.

But ......

But all this is not what he wanted to do at the earliest!

It was clearly the old-timer who instigated him, tempting him with huge benefits and sex/resources to do his job for him, saying that we were all brothers in the same boat and that if something happened, we could tote it together.

After Chengkang Mental Hospital was torched, the man also reassured them, saying that it was all cleaned up, up to the level of Jicheng Liang, the rest were dead, so they should not worry.

But Jiankang Wang died suddenly and tragically.

His last name and that of one of the other brothers were also put up on the murder video, followed by the dreaded handkerchief throwing game hinted at.

Yong Zhang had just come out of the school building when he saw the radio tower. He was so scared that he lost all his senses and ran around without a clue while calling "the man" in a panic and without thinking.

The phone rang. What came to your ears was the very pleasant sound of soothing music and the faint sound of a foreign masseuse asking softly about the force.

Their lives are going to be lost.

The man, however, was still at the spa.

"Hey...hey!" Yong Zhang's eyes were cracked with hatred and fear, he could not suppress his voice but he could not suppress his anger, much less his fear.

"Hey!!!"

"Oh." The other party smiled, "Director Zhang ah. It's so late, not sleeping, what's the matter?"

Yong Zhang was so angry that his cerebral blood vessels were collapsing and his voice became distorted: "What are you pretending! Jiankang Wang is dead! He's dead!!! You said Chengkang's hygiene has been cleaned and told us not to worry, now what is this! Say it!"

"Well ...... comfortable, a little harder on the shoulder side." The man and the masseur said a few words in English, and then slowly to Yong Zhang said, "Brother ah, Cheng Kang's hygiene is cleaned up. But the dog side of the deadly sniffing does not let go of people, must smell the blood on the ground, all smell to our door, then you say what to do?"

"I don't care! You should go figure out what to do! You take the most interest, you ......"

But the other party interrupted him with a smile, "Director Zhang, things in this world are often unfair, you are also an adult, how come you still don't understand this truth?"

Yong Zhang was sweating as he stared at his phone, knowing that the man would not help him anymore, or even harm him.

Seeking skin with a tiger is often the result.

Yong Zhang looked up at the blood-red TV tower, as if waking up from a dream, threw the cell phone that could track the signal into the bushes, and then ran wildly in the direction of the school building.

Now, he is cowering in one of the offices.

Huzhou University has so many buildings, offices and classrooms, not to say 10,000, but also 1,000.

He hid inside and took off all the smart watches with locator function, so he should just be safe. As soon as he escapes tonight, he'll turn himself in.

He thought well, he can no longer have a lucky break, surrender may also be able to get a reduced sentence, not to end up like Jiankang Wang, naked / strangled alive ......

Thinking of Jiankang Wang's death, Yong Zhang was again a shiver, he swallowed hard, Lanpei Jiang's figure seemed to be in front of his eyes, the female ghost in red clothes and red shoes to come to take him away too.

"Blah!" He shivered and whispered to give himself some courage, "Blah blah blah! What to think, no ghosts! There are no ghosts in this world!"

But as if to disprove his claim, suddenly -

A woman's soft laugh rang out in this enclosed space: "Hee hee ......"

Yong Zhang jumped up in fright, his features deformed: "Who! Who?!!!"

There is no sound again.

As if that soft laugh was a hallucination on his part.

Yong Zhang's fat, sweaty back pressed against the cold wall, he purposely chose this office, only the door, no windows! The office is so small that it doesn't even have a cabinet to hide people! Where did this sound come from? Yong Zhang's whole body is so wet and sweaty that it looks like a live fish fished out of the water, and his heart is about to pop out of his mouth.

Then, like a ritualistic part of a killing game, it is inevitable.

The song started once again.

"Throw ah ...... throw ah ...... throw handkerchief ...... gently placed, the back of the child, people do not tell him ......"

But he doesn't have a cell phone on him anymore!

Where exactly is this flat electronic sound coming from? Where was there a cell phone? With a glimmer of hope, he consoled himself - had someone left their phone in this office?

Yong Zhang could barely stand, struggling to distinguish the direction the sound was coming from.

Slowly, he followed the song and moved those bulging bullfrog-like eyes upward, toward the ceiling ...... head ......

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ！！！！"

Yong Zhang let out a scream that could be heard throughout the school building--

It's the air conditioning access port!!!

The air conditioning access port was opened somehow! A red-clad, black-haired woman was looking down at him coldly from inside the overhead, then rushed at him and smiled slyly.

Yong Zhang originally had a basic cardiovascular disease, now suddenly face white than the ghost, lips quickly turned blue, also hanging on the Buddha's fat chest heaving violently, suddenly -

Yong Zhang's breath did not come up, he covered his heart, took two steps back and fell to the ground with a poof.

The ceilings of the school buildings are keeled, leaving a large space above, the students used to be accustomed to the cat and mouse running around above, the air conditioner is also the old-fashioned kind of external lift cover access port, Yong Zhang did not realize that the space above is enough for a living person to crawl.

The woman opened the access door and jumped down from it, a sharp knife with a cold flash in her hand ......

"You ...... are you ......!"

Yong Zhang in the extreme panic still saw the woman's face - a good demonic face, closed moon, delicate not to say. But at this moment, in his opinion, like the evil spirits crawling out of hell!

Liping Jiang!

It's Liping Jiang!

"Now that you've seen me, you're definitely not going to live today." Liping Jiang smiled and approached him, "How will you die? A knife? A gun? Both are very painful ways to die ......"

"You, you're one of them?! You, you're not just a broken shoe, you're still ...... you're still one of them!!!"

"Yes, I am one of them." Liping Jiang smiled sweetly, "Why else do you think I'm willing to mingle among you putrid, greasy old men all day long?"

Yong Zhang stepped back ...... stepped back ...... he covered his heart, staggered on his knees and moved backwards, his afterglow glancing at the iron door behind him -- and then --

"Bang!"

He did not know where to burst out of the strength, or perhaps the desire to survive in his bones, so he ran like a wild animal with wild feet, hit the door hard and ran out.

Liping Jiang's eyes darkened.

He ran?

It doesn't matter if you run.

This surrounding has long been a step-by-step killing machine, he is just a different way to die.

She knew she didn't have to catch up with this man who was already tending to go half-crazy, not to mention that she couldn't have run out after him, there were cops outside, otherwise why would she have passed through the keel ceiling from the ceiling overhead?

"Boss, Yong Zhang ran out of classroom 4406." Liping Jiang whispered with a special contact microphone pressed against Zhu's lips, "Exit 3 direction. I'll take exit 6 and have the person you raised come pick me up."

Yong Zhang fled the building in a heap, his screams and commotion attracted the attention of the police, who and police cars approached quickly in his direction.

Yong Zhang did not expect that one day the siren he had always dreamed of would become God's salvation song, and with a head full of sweat, he shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help!!! I'm turning myself in! I report! Help me ...... there is a murderer in that building ......!!!"

He ran out of breath, the Buddha medal on his chest shaking, Yong Zhang up to this time have not found the Buddha medal a small hole flashing electronic signal ghostly light ......

What do you worship when you have a deficit in your heart and ask God for help?

Fear of spirits and monsters.

The accomplice's calculations have long been laid, and the moment you kneel down and ask God, there is a pair of eyes watching you from behind, seeing your weakness and hesitation.

That is the rotten meat of the organization that will be removed sooner or later.

"Help me...help ......"

"Help ah ah ah!!!"

The circle of policemen on guard heard his scream and immediately ran towards him in full armor.

Yong Zhang's eyes glowed with excitement, and he ran in the direction of the police with almost all his strength, like a drowning man in a storm trying to swim to shore -

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die ......

Almost there ......

Immediately ......

He could already see the nervous and resolute look of the officer closest to him, and he cried and put his hands towards them, reaching over ......

"Help me, I'll say, I'll say everything, I-"

"BANG!!!"

A creepy, loud noise!

The pouring out of secrets came to an abrupt end.

There was a dead silence.

Yong Zhang was running past the intersection and was about to join the police when a school cafeteria refrigerated truck parked by the intersection suddenly let out a horrible engine roar and then rammed Yong Zhang who was about to surrender!

Everyone had to stop dead in their tracks and watched as Yong Zhang was slammed into the wall and bounced back with a bang!

The sound of his brain cracking and blood splattering all over the floor, Yong Zhang had already died before he hit the ground, his fat body heavily planted on the ground. The truck, with its headlights on, ran over the body on the ground again, instantly rolling half of Yong Zhang's body out of shape ......

"Team Zheng!"

A few moments of ghastly silence followed.

Suddenly a sharp-eyed policeman shouted, his voice slightly distorted by the great excitement of a short period of time: "Look! There's no one in the driver's seat of that car! It's unmanned! The car is moving on its own! How can this be!!!"

Jingfeng Zheng, a veteran detective in charge of this sudden case, was in the neighborhood, Yong Zhang was hit and killed this scene he happened to see a clear, see this scene, the veteran detective suddenly thought of something, nineteen years ago a certain case as if in front of the eyes of the replay, when the tragic picture flashed rapidly, Jingfeng Zheng suddenly changed color!

He yelled at everyone, "Get down! Get down!!!"

Boom!!!

The blast sounded almost at the same time, that the freezer car empty driver's seat, suddenly sprang up a burst of fire, followed by the entire front part of the car all wrapped up in the flames of the blast ......

Jingfeng Zheng choking and coughing up from the ground, gasping for breath to the half-burning steel machine to look at the unmanned vehicle, hit the spontaneous combustion of the cab, the ground was crushed half of the body ...... old interrogator face in the bright fire became very, very ugly ... ...

It was as if he had gone back to that day nineteen years ago ......

The situation in front of you, and that day, is almost exactly the same.

The only difference is that it was two of his fellow soldiers, a husband and wife, who were lying under the wheel at that time.

--

Ping Xie , Muying Zhou .

"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently, behind the child, and don't tell him, everyone ......"

The second one was marked journalist and died.

Once again, the soft and treacherous nursery rhyme echoed over the Huzhou University campus through numerous electronic mobile devices.

The whole campus was like the stomach of a giant, after a few seconds of silence, tumbled up and down, and the shouts and shouts from thousands of students and teachers were like a sonic earthquake that hit the ears with a rumbling muffled sound.

Countless heads hung low, staring at the phone screen in horror.

The handkerchief-throwing electronic villain behind the letter Z also stopped, and the electronic girl grabbed the electronic boy, who fell to the ground with a bright red handkerchief behind him and an electronic fire burning up from the little boy.

A few seconds later, the murder video changed its appearance once again -

Another photo, overhead far shot stretched.

The photo shows the fire burning and engulfing the front of the refrigerated car, Yong Zhang's body falling in front of that burning monster, half of the body has been crushed into paste ......

"Another person has been killed!"

"I know him! Yong Zhang!!! The director of the school's Foreign Exchange Office!"

"Z is Yong Zhang ......"

This scene was reflected in tens of thousands of pairs of eyes through the projection screen, and one of them was a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes, which were now wide open, looking at this scene incredulously -

Qingcheng Xie's whole body froze.

The blood became cold in an instant.

How he did not dare to believe that will be today, will be in this day, in this video serial murder case, see the same ...... car automatically hit people and then exploded and burned.

He was suddenly strangled by an invisible hand and strangled into a thick darkness, where the video of Yong Zhang's death overlapped with his lingering nightmares.

The nightmare that lasted for nineteen years ......

That, he always can not pursue, and finally can only give up in gloom the answer ......

Qingcheng Xie blood cold hand did not hold the cup, the cup fell to the ground and shattered!

"Qingcheng Xie, what's wrong with you?" Yu He sensed that the people around him were not in the right mood, Qingcheng Xie's state was completely different from when they saw the first photo.

When Jiankang Wang was killed, Qingcheng Xie was treated like a normal person. He looked, analyzed, complied with the police, returned to the dormitory, and had clear boundaries on what to do and what not to do.

But Yong Zhang this photo out, Qingcheng Xie no longer pay attention to Yu He, not even a word of analysis, he took the phone, blue face thought for a while, dialed a phone, went straight to Xue Xie bedroom, closed the door in front of Yu He.

Yu He only had time to hear him and the person who answered the phone say, "Team Zheng, it's me ......"