As he spoke, tears welled up in the murderer's eyes. It was not because of sadness, but a kind of weeping of joy. These twelve bowls are rough in texture, and even the twelve zodiac signs painted on the outside are not exquisite. But because of this bowl, eight people have already died. And when those people died, they didn't know what happened to them.
I suddenly thought of a very critical point, why did the murderer write these three stories online. If you just want to tell the rest of the personality in the body, you can just write it on a piece of paper. Moreover, in the short time I had been in contact with the murderer, I could see clearly that the personalities in the murderer's body could actually talk to each other.
So, isn't this superfluous
And all of this was done by that uncle's personality, but what is it for? Someone as smart as him should understand that once he finds out about this story, he will definitely take this case seriously. But why would the murderer do this? If we hadn't intervened, the murderer would have taken all these bowls long ago.
I suddenly had an ominous premonition in my heart, thinking that there must be something behind this case that we don't know. All of a sudden, many questions arose in my mind, and I wanted to find out the personality of the uncle just now. I looked back at the murderer, who had already taken out the paper and pen that had been put aside before, and began to draw.
He is 1.7 meters tall and twenty years old, but he really behaves like a little girl. He pouted his mouth, knelt on the ground like that, put his drawing board on the table, sang a song and sketched at the same time, very happy. Looking at the murderer, my heart that wanted to call out the personality of the uncle also fell silent.
You can only hear the sound of the "rustling" pencil moving on the drawing board, and you can't hear the rest of the sound.
I stood up and looked at the murderer's painting behind me. The murderer's painting is very similar, and I can see that if the murderer wants to paint it himself, it must be better than the painting on this bowl. But what the murderer pursued was not a good-looking painting, she drew slowly stroke by stroke, making it exactly the same as the one on the bowl.
After drawing one, the murderer didn't even stand up, but just moved around on the ground.
The killer draws very seriously, as if once he finishes twelve drawings, his mother will come back to him.
But I and the other personalities in the murderer know that this is an impossible thing. Fifteen years has been insisting on an impossible thing, but fortunately, he was stuck at the origin. But the rest of the personality has been troubled by it for fifteen years. For fifteen years, he has been accompanying the main character to complete a hopeless thing.
And now, it's finally over.
I only had the clothes of the previous sanitation worker on me, nothing, not even the small mobile phone. The time passed by like this, and I looked at the murderer's watch, it was already six o'clock. At this moment, the murderer has already drawn half of it.
I was a little anxious. According to this speed, the painting was just finished at about seven o'clock. But if the murderer finishes drawing at seven o'clock, it will take some time for the rest of the personality to appear, and I have to notify Gu Chen and others to find this place, which will take time, so the murderer must finish drawing at least before six thirty these twelve images.
But at this speed, the murderer has no way to finish the painting.
A picture appeared in my mind, in an extremely dark underground, Guan Zengbin was tied to the bed alone. There is no sound around, no, maybe there are small sounds made by rats and insects moving underground. The camera stopped taking pictures, the flash didn't come on anymore, she yelled out her throat, but no one could hear her.
It's like being buried alive in the ground, lonely and helpless. The weather in the early morning was getting colder and colder, but Guan Zengbin was not wearing any clothes. The cold was eroding every inch of her skin, making goose bumps all over her body.
And the bed she was lying on was gradually getting closer and closing during the automatic operation of the machine. And Guan Zengbin was caught in the middle, like a chopstick that was about to be broken. No one can bear this feeling.
She is so afraid of the dark, she must be on the verge of collapse.
As soon as I thought of this, for some reason, I felt a particularly uncomfortable feeling in my heart. This is a very awkward feeling, and this kind of feeling has only appeared to two people in my life. One is Guan Zengbin and the other is Zhao Mingkun. And these two people are endless enemies.
I don't know what kind of feeling this is, but I am sure that if I have to trade my life for her safety, then I must be willing to do it.
But at this moment, I can only hope that Gu Chen has already found this place first. Wu Xiufen originally built the activity center to cover people's eyes and ears, but actually used red bricks and cement to repair the underground space. Then, this place must be underground in Xingdong Village. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find Guan Zengbin.
The surrounding area was still quiet, but at this moment, a very weak whistle sounded past my ears. I looked at the murderer, who was still drawing quietly, as if he didn't hear the sound of the flute. And I can hear clearly. Every day I wake up listening to this sound and fall asleep listening to this sound.
I just don't know if this car is passing by or has already started searching around. We're underground and the signal is cut off. But Team Leader Li must be able to find the location where the signal last appeared. Now, it is very likely that Team Leader Li brought people to search.
It was half past six, and the murderer was still drawing slowly. She was very serious, and almost every stroke was exactly the same as the pattern on it. It's just that the murderer has such time, but I don't have such time.
The last bowl is at 6:40.
I became more and more anxious, but the murderer has already started to draw. If I interrupt the murderer at this time, it may cause her to want to kill me. Then, the King of Hades may appear. If this happens, don’t say anything. It's Guan Zengbin, even I will die here.
But if I didn't ask, it would be seven o'clock when the murderer finished drawing. By that time, Guan Zengbin might have been pierced by the knife in his hand. And even if Guan Zengbin could last for 20 minutes, the medical level of Xingdong Village couldn't keep up at all. If he was pierced, it would be very dangerous.
At this moment, I have two choices, to find out the whereabouts of Guan Zengbin through the murderer's personality. Or, rest assured to wait for the murderer to finish drawing, and wait for the uncle's personality to appear.
If I choose the first option, there are two possible outcomes. One, the little girl told me whereabouts. Second, Hades appeared and killed me. And if I choose the second option, there are two outcomes. First, the murderer finished painting and told me his address, and Guan Zengbin is safe and sound. Second, the murderer finished painting and told me the address, but Guan Zengbin was already dead.
But these four outcomes are all unknown options. Whether I choose or not, Guan Zengbin will live or die. This is a difficult decision, but I have never been a person who likes to entrust my destiny to God. I want to know Guan Zengbin's whereabouts through the little girl's mouth, and I want to notify Gu Chen before seven o'clock.
"Little sister." I still opened my mouth.
But I don't know if my voice startled the little sister who was drawing the last bowl. The murderer's hand suddenly trembled, and then he reached out to pick up the bowl and threw it on the ground. This is exactly the bowl of the big rooster with the tracker installed. At this moment, this bowl fell to the ground, and it was a second-time product, and it became large and small fragments on the ground again.
The air froze at this moment. I thought of four possible outcomes, but I never thought of such an outcome. I really couldn't imagine that this bowl would fall to the ground and shatter.
I subconsciously said, "I, I didn't intend to scare you."
But as soon as I said this sentence, I felt something was wrong. I thought about what happened just now, and then realized that it was not me at all that caused this tragedy. When I spoke, the murderer's hand didn't accidentally touch the bowl, but reached out and grabbed the bowl.
The murderer grabbed the bowl and dropped it on the ground. If my shout frightened the little sister, then the personality of the little sister might accidentally touch the bowl, but she would never grab the bowl and throw it on the ground. Then this shows that the murderer himself took the initiative to throw the bowl on the ground.
But why would the murderer do this? Several personalities are obviously helping this master personality, but why break this bowl at a critical moment? And who would be the one who smashed the human bowl? For a while, I really couldn't figure out why the murderer would do this.
I stared blankly at the murderer's back, and the murderer also knelt on the ground blankly, no one said anything. The tracker is still blinking at the moment, although the light is not bright, it can indeed be seen.
At this moment, the crisp sound of the bowl being smashed seems to still be echoing in my ears.
"Woooooo..." The murderer's cry came out slowly. It was the cry of a child, sobbing. In this environment, it seemed like a female ghost was crying. The voice is ethereal, as if it came from the sky, and it seems that someone is breathing gently in your ear.
But at this moment, the crying sound of "woo woo woo" gradually turned into a person's grinning laughter, and I was startled, the King of Hades came. But listening to this voice, it doesn't sound like the voice of Hades. I was stunned, and it took me a while to realize who the voice was.
It turned out to be that uncle's voice, but why did this uncle smile like that.
This is a smile that has been suppressed for a long time, like a child finally getting a toy that he has been thinking about for a year.
My heart suddenly "thumped", and I instantly understood what happened.
"I want..."