Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 236: It turned out to be you!

Chapter 236 So it's you!

I put down the doll in my hand, and I always feel a little uncomfortable looking at the faces drawn with water pens.

"Although it's just a sketch with a pen, it seems to endow the doll with a soul. How did he draw it?" I was still thinking. Hands grabbed the cloth on the wall.

"What are you doing?" I looked up, just in time to see the cloth covering the wall being pulled down by the girl.

"This..."

The wall in front of you is covered with pictures of dead people!

There are murder scenes everywhere, innocent dead one by one, I seem to hear their wailing as they struggle.

"Too cruel."

With my heart shaking, I forced myself to look at the pictures on the wall.

The death methods of the deceased in the photos are all kinds of strange, the only thing in common is that at the murder scene, there will always be a clown with a big red mouth.

He was very happy, grinning wide, even the tears in the corners of his eyes seemed a little unclear.

It's hard to believe that a person has such a hobby. Not only is he cruel and cold-blooded, but he also likes to use the remains of the deceased as a proof and commemoration.

"The degree of psychological distortion of this person can be ranked in the top three of all criminals I have seen." This sentence is not said by me, but from the barrage in the live broadcast room, Socrates is paradoxical On the other side of the screen, I witnessed the scene of the underground wax factory, and the mass of corpses disguised with plastic plaster.

After reading his barrage, I feel the same way.

Looking across the photos, in this paradise built for happiness, who would have thought that there is such a terrifying truth hidden.

The photos are all pasted on the wall, and they are glued to the wall with scotch tape, so they cannot be removed or damaged easily.

"The time span of these photos is very large." A certain photo was taken on the mobile phone of the deceased, and it showed that the time was five years ago. There is another photo where the place of death was not in the paradise. The deceased was injured by a heavy object, and he fell into a pool of blood. The shop window behind him reflected the shadow of the big clock in the old city.

At different times, in different places, in a completely random way of killing, and so arrogant that he took a photo to commemorate, this guy is a demon, who treats the living as prey.

The eyes swept over, and finally stopped at the center of the wall.

My complexion changed again and again, my fists were clenched, my finger bones made a crisp sound, and veins appeared on my arms.

Three photos are pasted in the finished font in the center of the wall.

In the first picture, the deceased in the photo is dressed in hemp and mourning. After his body was pierced by steel bars, he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy!

In the second picture, the college student wearing glasses opened his eyes wide and looked at the body that was getting farther and farther away from him. His body was separated and his head was taken away!

The third picture, the dark self-study room of the women's university, is neat and tidy, with blood red flowing out of every drawer!

And in the middle of these three photos, in the middle of this entire wall, there is a photo that imprinted on my eyes like a hot iron.

This is the most special photo, because there is no dead person in the photo, only a dying person is tied to a chair, his tears and snot can't stop flowing out, his face is terrified and restless, stuffed The living mouth continued to emit pleading whines.

The photo faithfully records all of this. The murderer is enjoying the despair of the victim, the struggling and crying of the deceased before death, and the climax that almost makes the murderer excited.

He is holding a special steel needle, and at the corner of the picture, a young and immature policeman in police uniform is photographed coming out from under the bed in the room.

When the camera pressed the shutter, it happened to record this scene five years ago.

The door of memory was pried open, and the things I least wanted to recall clearly appeared in my mind at this time, lingering, until now I realized that I have never forgotten anything, the past five years Neither paralysis nor self-exile made me forget a single thing that happened!

They seem to be branded, burned in the heart, leaving deep and indelible scars.

"It turns out that you were the murderer five years ago..."

The clown who bumped into my shoulder at the beginning of the parade overlapped with the blurred face in my mind. Over five years, that sinful face slowly emerged.

He didn't seem to have changed in any way, he was still so ordinary, and still so disgusting.

Before I started streaming for the first time, the world in my eyes was boring, dull, like a rotting camel. It was only when I met Lu Xing that my opinion was changed. That murderer was full of pathological passion. His cold-bloodedness and unscrupulousness reminded me of the serial murderer five years ago.

The first time I knew about Lu Xing's existence, I actually connected him with the murderer of the serial murder case five years ago, but the impression left in my mind from five years ago told me that the murderer's The face is different from that of Lu Xing.

Lu Xing has two faces, one side is handsome, the other side is ferocious, his face is very distinctive, it belongs to the type that can never be forgotten at a glance, it is different from the murderer five years ago.

However, Lu Xing's behavior style is really too similar to that lunatic five years ago. It seems to kill people randomly, but in fact every dead person is a sacrifice that is determined after careful selection.

I have been exploring the double-faced Buddha, and actively cooperated with the live broadcast of the underworld show. A large part of the reason is to deal with Lu Xing, catch him and want to learn something from him five years ago. An eternal thorn in my heart, if I don't catch the real murderer, I will have trouble sleeping and eating for the rest of my life.

And before the start of this live broadcast, when I learned from Mr. Gu that Lu Xing had an accomplice, my heart skipped a beat, because some of his descriptions were too similar to the murderer I met five years ago.

I was always thinking about why the other party put a set of filial piety clothes on Xiaofeng's bed, and deliberately left a note in the filial piety clothes.

Thinking about it now, it should be the murderer's provocation to me.

"Guess who I am?"

From the time I saw this sentence, the game between me and him five years ago, which was inconclusive, has already started again.

Standing in front of the wall full of photos of the dead, I stood there for a long time. Before the live broadcast started, the three voices on the mobile phone in the underworld show corresponded to the three dead five years ago. They should also be eager to let me Help them wash away their grievances and reincarnate as soon as possible.

"It's been five years, I've been looking for you for five years..."

What the girl pulled down just now was not just an ordinary piece of cloth, but also the prelude to a life-and-death contest.

"Five years ago, you randomly killed people and blamed me as the murderer, and you escaped safely. Five years later, Luxing is still doing the same thing as you did back then. It seems that you were not a price five years ago At least because of my disruption, your plan was aborted, and it was postponed for five years."

Cause and effect reincarnation, fate, there was no winner five years ago, and we met again five years later, the opponent became more cunning, and the situation became more dangerous, but I am no longer that ignorant trainee policeman .

"Guess who I am? Now that I know your identity, shouldn't it be my turn to make a move?" With blood red flying everywhere, one must not be merciful when dealing with insane criminals like them.

I clenched the iron tongs, checked the talisman on my body, and after I was ready, I picked up the phone of the underworld show, looked at the live broadcast room I named myself, and said in a rare and solemn tone.

"My friends, I have a grievance from five years ago that I want to settle today. I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of you later, so I want to temporarily close the live broadcast. If I start the broadcast again before dawn, everything will continue as usual in the future. If... ...Forget it, if I hadn't started broadcasting, you probably wouldn't remember me in the future."

Socrates was paradoxical: "Anchor, it seems that you have already understood the whole story, can you tell us water friends about it, and let us give you some advice."

Master Tieling Biao: "Brother, don't gossip, report the address directly."

Teletubbies died of murder: "Boss, whoever you are going to do, count me in!"

Jiangcheng old driver: "Don't be impulsive, anchor, uncle is driving a taxi to your place, let's go all out today!"

"Don't turn off the broadcast! The man will be here soon!"

"Fuck you, people are living in the live broadcast, and I swear to live and die with the live broadcast!"

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Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "I just woke up from meditation, long time no see, little friend..."