"The unspeakable fear also has the root of fear and despair, and I may be that root of it."

——Excerpt from the book of taboos.

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The short winter melon indian stabbed Shen Xing hard with a wooden stick, and then said with the help of others: "Go, go quickly."

This short winter melon is so hateful that it hurts Shen Xing.

Shen Xing couldn't help but turn around and scold him, "Are you sick? Can't you speak well? Why do you poke it? Be careful not to die well."

The dwarf winter melon indian swung his stick and pretended to be trying to hit him three times.

Shen Xing had no choice but to follow the Inspector and the Chinese plainclothes to walk up the stairs.

Walk to the fourth floor and walk to the door.

I saw an Indian holding a revolver and guarding it there.

The door to the room is half-closed.

It can be seen that the Indy was trembling all over.

Inspector Hunter scolded him harshly, "What's going on?"

"It's so...so terrible, Inspector... Inspector, you can see it yourself." He was so scared that he hesitated, probably his tongue was eaten by a ghost.

Shen Xing smiled at him and mocked him, "Coward, you have the courage to learn to be a policeman."

The plain clothes gently pushed the door open.

Inspector Hunter stared inside at the door for a second or two, then looked up and looked up.

Shen Xing was also in a hurry to look in. He was tall and looked directly over the instigator's shoulder.

There was nothing inside, it was just a white bed, and the sheets were covered with scarlet blood stains...

When he found that the Inspector was looking up, he also looked up.

Woneymart!

Shen Xing was shocked and almost ran away with his head in his arms.

He lowered his head and looked into the room through the door frame. He could see a corpse hanging from the ceiling of the room, with the body spreading its limbs and face facing down.

This is so fucking... the murderer is too bored, right? He deliberately tied the body to the ceiling.

No, it should be glued on it, because there is no rope or iron chain on the body.

But this is unscientific. Unless it is strong glue 502 or something, how many bottles will be used? I guess I don’t have to buy the entire Taobao.

The inspector stepped into the room first, and he continued to look up and observe the body.

Shen Xing also bit the bullet and followed in.

He regretted it a little now. He shouldn't have laughed at the Indy as a coward just now. It's really terrifying.

The corpse is slowly dripping blood.

Suddenly, a piece of paper floated down from the corpse's pocket.

The inspector hurriedly stepped back and almost stepped on Shen Xing's feet behind him.

After the paper fell smoothly on the bed sheet, the inspector turned around and ordered the plainclothes, "Give me a pair of tweezers and gloves."

Plainclothes handed him tweezers and gloves.

Shen Xing stared at the paper with his eyes tightly.

He was stunned and still in shock at this moment.

how so?

how so!

There were two bloody big words clearly written on the piece of paper:

——Save me.

It should be smeared with the blood of the deceased.

Shen Xing couldn't help but think of the small note in his pocket. The note handed to him by the beauty in the bar on earth, which also had two words written on it - Save me.

Could it be that these two things are related, and I will be killed like this corpse and hung on the ceiling?

Too scary!

But.

Shen Xing felt that he should be so scared that he was trembling all over.

Unfortunately, I seem to be very inhumane and don’t feel scared at all.

Damn! This is the most scary thing, okay? When you have to be scared, you don’t feel scared at all, just like inhumanity, this is the most scary thing!

So, Shen Xing was scared now and was thinking about philosophical issues.

Who am I?

Am I still Shen Xing?

I am sure I am Shen Xing.

Then would I be really a god or a demon?

If I weren't, why am I not afraid at all?

So, I am now separated from mortals?

Or at least I am evolving towards the direction of a god or a demon?

After understanding this, I felt relieved.

Just when Shen Xing was distracted.

Inspector Hunter had already picked up the piece of paper with tweezers.

Shen Xing calmed down now and asked him deliberately, "Inspector, what is it written on it? I can't see it clearly."

Inspector Hunter deliberately spread the paper open and asked him to look carefully.

Shen Xing had to oh oh, pretending to see clearly, but he refused to read those two words, worried that what he saw was different from what they saw, just like the four words on the bathroom door - heaven and hell.

Inspector Hunter was also deliberately waiting for him to read the two words.

Shen Xing is desperate now. If the Inspector and his team don’t see “Save me”, it means that they are likely to be involved in a strange incident and are likely to be over.

Seeing Shen Xing pretending to be stupid, Inspector Hunter couldn't help but scold him.

"You don't know such a big word? You said you came to study abroad, and you were studying abroad at St. Ann Theological Seminary? You are lying!"

The Chinese man was talking nonsense, "It was written on it, "Save me." It was written a bit sloppy, and it was really not easy to distinguish."

Inspector Hunter turned his head and glared at him.

Shen Xing breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

He smiled and said, "I have said it just now, but I just can't see it clearly. Besides, I couldn't help but feel nervous and very scared when I saw the murder scene for the first time."

Inspector Hunter didn't want to worry about this issue. After all, he didn't believe that Shen Xing would be illiterate. If he couldn't read, he could just test it out with just one test, so he wouldn't be afraid that he would lie.

The Chinese plainclothes decisively helped him interrupt, "Inspector, this is the ninth murder case, and it is also the second of such a reminder. I think it may be necessary for us to look at them separately. These serial murder cases are likely to be two unrelated series."

Inspector Hunter nodded.

It is obvious that these two murders and those seven murders are not the same type, and the murderer is probably not the same person.

Shen Xing asked: "This murderer is too cruel and boring, right? He killed the person and glued the body on it with glue. What are you going to do about it later? Use a shovel to shovel him down?"

The inspector joked: "You can help you get him down later."

"Hey, this has nothing to do with me. This is your duty. I am just an ordinary citizen."

Plainclothes scolded him, "Who told you to talk too much, can't you shut up?"

Shen Xing had no choice but to shut up.

The inspector turned around and said to the plainclothes: "You go down and notify them to ask for a car, then get a sub-ladder and rope. Remember to bring a camera and never let the newspaper reporters come in."

"Okay, I'll do it now."

Plainclothes walked out the door.

I saw the Indian running to the balcony at the entrance of the stairs and vomiting.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you go down?" Plainclothes couldn't stand it.

Logically speaking, the Indians should be grateful to him. But this grandson ran down the stairs first and didn't even say thank you.

Now, there are only Inspector Hunter and Shen Xing left on the floor.

Inspector Hunter took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Young man, what kind of homicide do you think this is?"
To be continued...