I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 288 Post-event investigation (4.7k)

"You are saying that a young man walked in without any weapons, and then politely tried to buy information. After being insulted, robbed and driven away by you, he decided to lock the door and cost the dozen of you together nearly three thousand pounds. , and killed all the strong men who had various weapons including firearms in their hands?"

At dusk, in a quiet community, a barber shop that should have been closed was now brightly lit.

A group of strong men in suits and ties were chatting in groups or smoking quietly alone outside the store, but they were all telling passers-by who saw this scene that strangers should not enter this place. .

Because in its basement, a horrific massacre had just been discovered.

It's just that the people who came to investigate have nothing to do with the officialdom and have no chance of justice.

They are a local gang. If the evil deeds they have done are exposed, they will make children cry. The reason why they want to take care of this matter is very simple. It was their black shop that was smashed, and those who were killed were also their members. .

This also leads to the fact that there will be no official authority or justice in this matter, and the final judgment will only be made by the lawless laws of the jungle.

However, what makes them depressed is that they are well-known gangsters on the road.

It's good that they don't mess with others, but there are still people who dare to mess with them?

But since the other party dares to disturb Tai Sui, they can only send the other party to the ground physically.

The first step is to find this person.

And this is not simple.

Since the matter was serious and extremely detrimental to the gang's face, Massimo, who was the boss's confidant and capable general, was appointed to handle the matter personally. According to the boss's original words, no matter who the damn guy was, find out who he was. Kill him and give an explanation to the family of the deceased.

Although the plot was serious and many people died, it seemed that this was an easy matter to solve, as long as the people were found and killed.

It's easy for them to find someone, especially in their territory.

But when Massimo arrived at the scene with his men and saw the real situation with his own eyes, he realized that it might not be that easy.

In the entire black market, including the storekeepers, there were a total of more than a dozen people, but only one survived, the old Paul he was questioning, and he seemed to be severely frightened, even after almost two or three people had passed. When he was young, old Paul was still sitting there tremblingly, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't stop shaking.

In his impression, Paul Sr. was a man of few words, but never vague.

When this strong man was young, he could calmly break a debtor's leg, then drive a truck, slowly crush the debtor into a meat pie amidst his screams and pleas, and set up a statue for other debtors. example.

Even now at fifty years old, he is still loyal, reliable, and brave.

He's a very good fighter.

He had only met old Paul two days ago. At that time, although this strong man was already a little old, he was still capable and strong. He easily broke the legs of the troublemaking young people and dragged them to the city. Buried alive outside.

But now.

If he hadn't just met him two days ago, Massimo would have doubted whether this old guy who seemed to be haunted was actually old Paul.

As if he had suddenly aged several dozen years and had Alzheimer's disease, he had a strong body of about [-] meters and stood like an iron tower. Now he was trembling and curled up on the sofa, looking at the ground with dull eyes, and his whole body was full of pain. There was an unpleasant smell permeating the air.

Judging from the water stains on the ground, he seriously doubted whether the old thing was incontinent.

What was the situation that could scare this originally fierce and brave strong man into such a state?

Massimo frowned, but fortunately, Paul Sr. responded to his question, but his reaction was a bit too excited, making him unsure of the credibility of his answer.

"Yes, he killed them all by himself."

Old Paul nodded excitedly, fear surging on the strong man's face, as if just recalling what had happened before could make him feel extremely frightened.

Massimo doubted this.

After all, judging from Old Paul's description of the young man, he was only a little over [-] meters tall at most. His slightly thin body wrapped under a tuxedo should not exceed [-] kilograms.

In other words, this room is more than [-] meters tall, and people who eat and drink all day long are crazy about building muscles. Some strong men even weigh [-] kilograms. Compared with that young man, they are not in the same order of magnitude. Let alone this The strong men in the gang also had daggers and guns in their hands. Even with bare hands, it was impossible to defeat them.

Hmm. He already had some suspicion that someone was playing tricks on the inside.

But I still tried to express my doubts.

But old Paul just looked at him with dull eyes, shook his head and nodded: "We thought so at the time."

"He was just a pretty boy who thought he had some background or a little money. He was unhappy with being bullied by us, so he planned to fight back. We didn't think so at the time and laughed at him loudly. There was also a guy who relied on him. The brother who was close got up and walked over, intending to teach this guy a lesson, but he was knocked to the ground in an instant."

Hearing this, Massimo subconsciously turned back and looked at the body in front of the stairs.

This should be the first guy to be knocked down.

According to the inspection, before death, the unfortunate guy was hit hard in the throat and vital parts of the lower body. It can be seen that the attacker had certain skills and strength. It is not unusual to be knocked down instantly, but this does not mean anything. He is just one person.

When it happened, there were more than a dozen strong men in this room, as well as guns.

He mentioned this to Paul Sr.

But after old Paul heard his reminder, an imperceptible exclamation began to appear on his face that was originally full of fear.

"Yes, we had guns, and we used them immediately. When he knocked down the first person, we immediately pulled out our guns, pointed them at this guy, and yelled at him to kneel down and lick our shoes, but he He didn't pay attention to what we said, but instead stood there and chuckled, spreading his arms, as if he was betting that we wouldn't dare to shoot."

"Then, did you guys shoot?"

"It turned on, but it didn't work."

"What do you mean it's useless?"

"Because he caught the bullet."

"Catch the bullet???"

Massimo wondered if the old man was out of his mind.

Catching bullets? Is he listening to some fairy tale? Can you still catch bullets? Do the laws of physics allow it? These reckless men who had no experience in prenatal education didn’t even have to think twice when telling lies, right?

Seemingly seeing his disbelief, Old Paul became excited and shouted: "It's true! He is a magician! He can catch bullets!"

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Massimo was completely speechless.

Even a magician can catch bullets, even a magician can't do it!

He already wanted to give this old guy a shot to wake him up and see what bullets were.

But before he finished asking the question, he still had patience and continued to ask: "So? You won't shoot?"

"No, we're not going to shoot anymore. We're going to shoot as hard as we can until we run out of magazines." Old Paul looked at him and said word by word, his eyes widened in fear, "But he didn't bleed or fall down. After we ran out of magazines, he picked up a dagger and walked towards us."

Is this talking about humans?

Massimo was no longer able to question it, but judging from the traces left at the scene, there had indeed been a firefight, or a unilateral outpouring of firepower. The walls and floors in the direction of the door were covered with bullet marks and warheads, and the sofa There were indeed a pile of bullet casings scattered around and behind the counter, indicating that there had been at least one violent shooting here.

But it’s hard to say whether the situation is really as Paul said, with someone who can’t be killed but can still catch bullets. "Okay, can you tell me what he looks like?"

Upon hearing this, Old Paul's head immediately shook like a rattle, and his whole body was filled with shock, not knowing whether it was an epileptic attack or simple fear.

This made Massimo feel that his patience was almost exhausted. He sighed and asked: "But didn't you say that he didn't wear any mask or anything like that? He didn't wear any clothes to cover his face. How could you not?" Know?"

"He wasn't wearing a mask or covering his face, but he tore off his entire face!"

Old Paul shouted crazily with a voice that was almost crying: "Just after we ran out of bullets, he picked up the dagger and tore off his entire face! Then he came towards us with a strange smile! Everyone was He stabbed him to death one by one, no matter how much we resisted, it was useless!"

Massimo closed his eyes in pain.

So far in the investigation of the murder, the murderer has changed from an Oriental of unknown origin to an evil ghost. Is there anything more outrageous than this?

As for the man who inspected the scene, he reported: "What happened here is indeed very strange. Our people seemed to be running away in the house, but they could not escape from the basement no matter what. One of them ran to the door and tried to He opened the door, but was stabbed to death directly at the door. The person who did it seemed to have no experience at all and stabbed the deceased randomly. Perhaps, he did not want the deceased to die so quickly.

Our people have all struggled desperately, but it seems to have had no effect, and they all seemed to have seen something terrible before they died. "

"In other words, what old Paul said is true?"

Massimo gave up questioning old Paul, turned around and began to inspect the entire house, looking at the miserable corpses and listening to the younger brother who inspected the scene reporting various findings.

However, the younger brother did not give an answer to his casual inquiry and just continued his report.

"I'm not sure what Paul said about the man tearing off his face, we didn't find it here, but we found something interesting."

"Oh? What?"

"When people are trying their best to resist, there is often a lot of information about the murderer left in the person's fingernails, and we also found something in the fingernails of the corpse."

"Well, great, finally someone can tell me something common sense."

Massimo said with emotion.

After listening to old Paul's almost blabbering words, he just wanted to check the people at the scene and give him some reasonable clues and reports.

A plot like this, where the murderer's blood or body tissue is found from the fingernails of a corpse, is very good, very consistent with the classic detective film, and he will soon be able to trace the damned person through scientific methods. murderer.

However, after his younger brother reported the discovery, he fell silent.

"Well, we found something in the nails, but it was not human tissue or blood, but an artificial material with a wide range of uses, including making life-size dolls." The younger brother replied with a little embarrassment.

Massimo was silent for a long time, and finally tried to confirm: "You mean, there is a silicone doll that killed our people?"

This damn thing changed directly from fantasy to science fiction? !

Too much glue, right? !

He almost gave up on this guy, and together with the old Paul just now, TMD, one said there was a ghost, and the other was even more outrageous, it directly became the silicone doll murder case.

Probably frightened by his angry eyes, the younger brother immediately waved his hands nervously: "No, no, no, I mean, the murderer is a very sophisticated person. He knew that we would check the body, so he used certain methods to... He concealed his identity to prevent us from finding out his information from the corpse, and he did not leave any evidence, including blood samples. In addition to the blood shed by our people, there was some blood on the ground that was not blood, but was related to A blood-like liquid, like the fake blood used in movie shoots.”

"Why did he leave all that fake blood and silicone?"

"do not know"

"Okay." Massimo sighed, turned to look at the only survivor at the scene, old Paul, and continued to ask a question that also made him curious: "Why did he let you live?"

"He said that he needed someone to help him tell the people who came to investigate what happened here. And he said that he thought it was interesting to let me survive." Old Paul said tremblingly, looking at the ground with dull eyes. .

This made Massimo shake his head speechlessly.

Do you need a living person to stay to demonstrate with them?

As for, it’s interesting to keep old Paul alive. What does that mean? He couldn't understand.

Listening to these clues, he just felt a pain in his head, but the embarrassed boy couldn't give any other answers, which made him feel annoyed. He could only check the corpses over and over again, and then he found a... question.

"Eh? Didn't you say that seventeen people died?" He asked in confusion, "There are only sixteen corpses here, where is the remaining one?"

Then, he saw the boy with an ugly expression, raised his hand and pointed to the back of the counter, and said seriously: "That turned out to be a person."

"what?"

Massimo looked in the direction pointed by his younger brother, and then he realized that the dark red wall was a little abnormal, and those rags and

"vomit!"

It seemed that the younger brother's mention of this matter reminded old Paul of something. After a sudden change in his face, the strong man who was curled up on the sofa bent down and vomited profusely.

Seeing this scene, Massimo felt that he should have guessed what happened.

But it was only when old Paul couldn't stop vomiting that he remembered everything clearly, and tried hard to forget while trembling, but it was too late. Those terrible memories had been deeply imprinted in his mind, and became a part of his life. A nightmare that never goes away.

Even now, when talking about what just happened, he can still recall that gentle voice.

"You should thank me."

The blood-stained hand, after helping its owner gently place the last piece of improvised artwork, followed its owner's turn and gently placed it on his shoulder. Those dark eye sockets is watching him.

He would never forget that moment.

The dark eye sockets seemed to be able to swallow up his soul, while the gentle voice was lashing his fragile soul over and over again.

"No amount of punishment is too much for your sins, but I need someone alive to help me convey the information I need, so please say thank you to me."

"Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome."

The owner of that voice patted his shoulder with satisfaction and quietly left the basement that had become a slaughterhouse, like an invisible ghost.

Massimo didn't know that there were so many dramas in old Paul's heart. He just wanted to find this damn murderer, and then shoot this guy's head to see if he could really catch the bullet or if he couldn't be killed.

"What information does that guy want to ask for?"

"He wanted to ask about the sign."

The distraught old Paul failed to answer the question, and instead the younger brother on the side sent a note.

He took it and took a look. It was a very strange sign.

After a preliminary understanding of the situation, Massimo walked out of the bloody basement and went to the street outside the barber shop. While blowing in the night breeze, he casually dialed the number of his boss. Soon, in After the call was connected, a low voice of questioning came from the other side.

"Solve it?"

"Well, the situation is a bit troublesome. To put it simply, the murderer we are looking for seems to be a ghost."

(End of this chapter)