When I was finally poking out of the water and broke out from the thought of "how to perform the blood sacrifice ceremony", I had already walked into the residential community where I was. Sometimes this would happen. I was fascinated by thinking about things on the road, and I walked a long distance without realizing it. When I came to my senses, I felt like a large piece of time had been cut from the middle by someone.

I looked at the sky and it was evening, and two-thirds of the sky turned blue and was gradually dissolving another third of the fiery red.

I walked into one of the unit buildings, took the elevator to the twelfth floor, then put my cane on the wall, took out the key, opened the door lock, picked up the cane, and pushed the door in.

The room was silent, and even the movements when I closed the door showed an empty smell.

My mother died at the same time as my younger brother was born. My father, Lao Xu, often devoted himself to police work all day long, while my younger brother attended a residential school. It was a common sight when he returned home.

But just in case, I sent a text message on my phone and asked Lao Xu if he would go home for dinner so that he would not suddenly go home without saying a word while I was eating alone. Then he came on the ground and asked, "Why don't I have my share?" He took the time to go to the toilet while eating a buffet alone. When he came back, he was really surprised to find that the waiter had removed his leftovers. He really wanted to add another plate of hot rice and cover his face.

Having said that, I can't ask him to go into the kitchen by himself, and in the end I still want me to make a supplement. Whether he or his younger brother, he is clearly a person with healthy limbs, and his ability to take care of himself is not as good as that of me, a disabled person.

A moment later, his reply arrived. He said, "No."

More than ten seconds later, he sent another text message, "It doesn't matter if you are alone?"

I typed in the reply column "You are busy with yours", but I felt it was impolite, so I changed it to "It doesn't matter" and sent it.

His reply came soon, just one word, "Oh."

*

I started using the internet to investigate crimes in Beaver City in recent weeks.

The difficulty of obtaining this information is mainly because typing with your left hand is not fast enough. The investigation itself is very simple. The Beaver City Public Security Bureau will place most of the information about dangerous criminals who are wanted on the official website to encourage enthusiastic citizens to actively report it after seeing the suspected person. Reward cash and pennants will be rewarded depending on the clues provided.

Just a short while later, I locked in the face of a white criminal.

Beaver City is a city where people of multi-skin color live together, and this kind of city is very common in alliances.

The white man I locked in at this time was a slightly fat man in his thirties. He used to illegally operate a car repair shop in the old city. God knew what unknown mental journeys would be for those who were engaged in this kind of work. One day he closed the car repair shop and transformed into a news figure in Beaver City, a freshly released serial murderer.

He has a weird nickname, and his nickname comes from his weird dress. According to testimony provided by enthusiastic citizens, the serial murderer, no matter what clothes he wears, must be wearing sheepskin like a priest from an ancient tribe, with striped oil paint on his face, and even though he knows that this is very conspicuous, he still does not give up on this kind of performing artist-like dress. The police called him "sheepskin killer" based on this rare appearance feature.

For convenience, I later called him by this nickname.

I am not very happy to remember his real name with a length of more than three times my name.

The results of the public security tracking show that the sheepskin killer's method of committing crimes is not complicated. His main time period is at night. He waits for the opportunity like a ghost in a city chat by the few people in the city. Then, when passers-by passers-by passers-by are suddenly appeared, kidnapped passers-by to a more rarely visited place, and inhumane torture, and eventually brutally killed them like slaughtering meat and animals.

There are already three citizens who died at his hands on the surface, but the police suspected that there were more victims, but the bodies have not been found yet.

The victim had no public contact with him during his lifetime, and private contact could be basically eliminated. At the same time, the overlap in his work areas was also low. This shows that his crime motive should not be vendettas, nor was there any conflict of interest worth mentioning. It was just like a hungry carnivore foraging, killing whoever he caught.

The police are actively searching for the criminal, which is strange. His clothes are clearly so conspicuous, and the scope of the crime is mainly concentrated in urban areas. However, the witness testimony is only the above example, which has put the search process into a deadlock.

Finally, the police also emphasized on the wanted page: There are clues that he is likely to carry a pistol, and it is recommended that citizens quickly stay away from the scene and call the police after sightings.

Pistol... I subconsciously closed my eyes, and the last scene of my previous life appeared in my mind, the fire bursting out from the mouth of the gun, the horror of being penetrated in my abdomen, the despair when the darkness embraced myself...

After a moment, I broke free from this old feeling like a yellowed diary.

I decided to use him as the current blood sacrifice target.

But the question is, how should I find this serial murderer who cannot be caught by the local police for the time being?

With my own strength, I was naturally powerless, so I chose to turn to the underground intelligence service of this city.

*

I took out some old mobile phone parts from the bed cabinet where I placed the miscellaneous items, and then took a break from the game handheld console and radio. I tossed for a quarter of an hour. In the middle, I wasted at least ten minutes because of inconvenience in movement, and finally reassembled it into a "working phone" that I had not used for a long time. Then I charged the phone and contacted the "drone".

"Drone" is an underground intelligence dealer who has communicated with me many times in the past, and has good credit in the black area of ​​Beaver City.

When the fifth sound came, the drone answered the phone and asked, "Who?" You can understand by just hearing the sound that he is a young man, but it may also be a sound processed with software.

I took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and spoke in a different voice than usual, "It's me."

"Who are you?"

"Don't you want to die?"

"I'm sorry." He immediately gave in and said, "But seriously, I really didn't recognize you at once... You were silent for a whole year after that, and I thought you had died in some corner."

"As you can see, I'm not dead, you can sell this information." I said.

The drone asked nervously: "It's true, you're not talking slander. If I sell your information, you'll kill me, right?"

His uneasiness is not groundless, because I have indeed killed anyone.

In the past, in order to pursue psychic energy, I have done many unknown struggles, rather than just taking it for granted, just thinking, "Because I am a time traveler, my soul is different, so I cannot awaken my spiritual energy." Then, after a little effort, I did nothing and did nothing. I did everything like a super marathon player, and finally found that I had indeed reached a dead end, so I came to this conclusion.

Here we will only pick up two of the things that are related to the present:

First, I have practiced fighting and tried to temper my body to the extreme. This is because the soul is closely connected with the body. As the saying goes, "Oranges grow in the south of Huai, they are oranges, and those grow in the north of Huai are citrus." The body is like the soil of the soul. Only a strong body can provide for a strong soul, and a strong soul has a better chance to develop spiritual energy;

Second, after the above route failed, I turned to the local black zone, and all kinds of things happened in the middle. If I were to state it all, it would be another long story. Let’s just tell the conclusion: I have some lives on my hands now, but due to the betrayal of my ex-partner, I was ambushed and seriously injured. Today’s disability is the result of the past.

But the drone didn't know about my disability. He and other black zone personnel only knew that I was "seriously injured and missing", otherwise he wouldn't have been so afraid, afraid that I would kill him like I was killing my ex-partner and those who ambushed me.

"What do I do to kill you?" I said, "It's better to say that I need you to do me a favor."

"As long as it is related to intelligence," he is meticulous in his work, "the money must be paid as much as possible."

"I understand the rules." I said, "I want the whereabouts of the sheepskin killer."
Chapter completed!