The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 15 Blood Corpse in the Basement

Xiaolou raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at Ji Qian, took a deep breath before replying: "It's a corpse, it's a dog's corpse, it's everywhere..."

If you don't look carefully, you will find that besides the obvious whole dog corpse just now, there are many broken bones in the soil, the degree of decay is different, and they are all stained with mud. If it is opened, I am afraid it will not be discovered.

Lots of dead dogs?

When Ji Qian heard this answer, she immediately turned her head and looked into the fence.

Are they all dog corpses?What a cruel thing this family did to the dog!
"The murderer must be him!"

"It must be. I didn't expect that it was true when he said that he would kill all the dogs, not empty words."

"Last year, my little girl ran away in the community, so she was killed by him, right?"

"I also heard that several dogs ran away and never came back. Judging from this situation, it is estimated that there is a lot of bad luck."

"He knocks loudly every day. It's not root carving at all. It must be to cover up the sound of killing dogs!"

……

No one thought that it was just a WeChat screenshot that involved so many dead dogs.

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and arrest someone. He must have poisoned the dog to death. Then the old man fell to his death when he came out to look for it. That must be the case!"

Director Wei, who was supporting the wall, couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

"Director Wei, why are you shaking your head, don't you? Is it because this man doesn't admit it?" A resident immediately asked.

Director Wei waved his hand, "No, I'm just dizzy." As he spoke, he seemed about to vomit again, but when he vomited, he shook his head again.

This is called disgusting, they didn't look at something more disgusting...

Thinking of the picture he saw in the basement, his stomach rolled, and he felt so uncomfortable that he just wanted to lose his memory.

At this end, Song Zhen and Shen Minrong entered the villa.

Song Zhen has good eyesight. Before the policeman who came to Zizhu Garden with Liu Long had introduced him, he had already seen dead bodies all over the garden, including big dogs and small dogs.

He was closer and saw more than the residents who were kept outside and could only see the dirt surface.

Squatting down, he picked up a bone in the dirt, he looked at it intently, then put it down, grabbed a ball of dirt and rubbed it with his fingertips.

"Let someone dig it," he said, standing up.

"No way? You mean...?" Shen Minrong looked at him in disbelief.

Song Zhen didn't answer him on this question, but instead said: "Keep the tall and thin guy who said he knew this family, and I'll ask him some questions later."

"Already left!"

Seeing Song Zhen's affirmative look, Shen Minrong gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

"Come on, go in and have a look."

Liu Long led the way, and several people entered the villa together, only to find that there were many root carvings displayed in the living room, large ones, small ones, everything that one expects to find. At this moment, it was staggering, and it seemed that the whole room was almost full. up.

Song Zhen scanned the room from top to bottom, glanced over the root carvings, and finally landed on a black and white photo crooked on the wall.

In the photo is a little girl, about ten years old, wearing a school uniform and pigtails, she looks innocent and delicate, with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth, her sweet smile melts people's hearts all at once.

But the black-and-white photo style casts a cloud over the smile.

In addition to this photo, there is a photo of a little girl and a man on the ground.Through the shattered glass, one can see that the man in the photo is fair-skinned and elegant-looking. Based on the intimacy of the two, it should be the little girl's father, who is also the owner of this villa.

Song Zhen kept everything he saw in his heart silently, and then went down from the stairwell to the basement under the leadership of Liu Long.

Due to a power outage, the basement was pitch black, and there were only two flashlights in total. Liu Long took one to explore the way, and gave the other to Song Zhen.

Song Zhen was not polite either, raising his flashlight from time to time to look around while walking.

"Squadron leader, Song team, this way."

In the empty basement, the footsteps of several people were amplified, and there was also the sound of ticking water. After all, the light brought by the flashlight was limited, so the sound was undoubtedly a little permeating.

Especially Liu Long, although he already knew what they would see, he really couldn't get rid of the scene he saw in the basement with the light of his mobile phone turned around in his mind.

After walking a few steps, Song Zhen suddenly stopped.

"Is that the one?" He flicked the flashlight and hit the center of the basement.

"Oh!" Shen Minrong was startled, and the fat on his chin trembled.

In the aperture of the flashlight, a chopping board about seven to eighty centimeters high and made of bricks suddenly appeared. Although it had been pasted with cement, it was still so crude that you could see the exposed brick sections of the supporting walls on both sides.

Pat, clack...

The sound of water droplets is right next to my ears, and within the aperture, a pool of dark black water-stained things are constantly being hit by the water droplets falling on the chopping board, making a pattering sound.

"The corpse... is right there." Liu Long reminded.

Hearing Song Zhen's words, the flashlight was raised by two points, the light moved up, and the entire "cutting board" was gradually exposed in front of their eyes.

The countertop of the "chopping board" was covered with porcelain white floor tiles, which contrasted sharply with the black concrete surface of the supporting wall, and what they thought was water stains just now was actually blood.

The dark red blood reflected a different kind of light in the dim yellow light of the torch, flowing meanderingly on the white tiles, dripping down at one end, and connected with...the corpse at the other end.

It was a bloody corpse. It should have been skinned, with red flesh rolling from neck to calf.But the head is abnormally complete, the eyes are closed, and the expression is peaceful, as if sleeping peacefully.The blood-red body with a complete head, as well as that peaceful expression, is indescribably creepy and frightening.

The corpse did not have hands and feet. The hands and feet should have been cut off directly from the wrists and ankles by the murderer. The cross section was uneven, just like a butcher chopping pig bones. Neat tendons and shattered minced meat.

The skinless corpse, which had lost its palms and feet, was like a red bean paste popsicle, with bumps like "bean grains" protruding everywhere, dripping with "heated" "sugar water".These "sugar water" gather together, meander into a river, then flow down, and finally drip onto the ground...

pat, pat.

The rhythmic voice was repeated again and again, which was extremely creepy at this moment.

Liu Long still clearly remembered the scene when he was so frightened that his phone flew out of his hand when he suddenly took a picture of the blood corpse.Until now, his heart was still beating rapidly.

At the same time, Shen Minrong was also observing the corpse. In fact, he really didn't want to look at it, but he had to.In all these years of working as a criminal police officer, it was the first time he saw such a terrifying corpse.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Song Zhen from the corner of his eye. This great god should be familiar with this kind of scene, right?
I don't know if it's because his face was blocked by the beard or what, but Song Zhen couldn't see any expression on his face.

Song Zhen turned around and walked around the "cutting board" to the other side of the blood corpse.

Sure enough, there was a wooden shelf there. Various types of scalpels were displayed on the shelf. The blades were shining coldly, and there were even bloodstains on the tip of the blades.

He hit the flashlight directly above the "cutting board", and when he looked up, he saw a set of shadowless lights installed on the ceiling.

This world has been turned into an operating room!And that "cutting board" is the operating table!
　I haven’t eaten red bean paste popsicles for many years~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)