Thirty-three years of Qianling, spring day.
In Fuping County in the early morning, there are few people and the mist has not dispersed.
On the edge of a small lake in the suburbs, scarlet blood was spreading in the air. What flowed through the small lake was not clear water, but bloody water with a stench! In the middle of the bloody water, there are human organs floating. The human organs have begun to turn white due to the washing of the lake water, and they look ugly and disgusting!
On the small road in the distance, two figures, one big and one small, came slowly in the mist. When they got closer, they could see clearly that the big one was a man, with a handsome appearance, white teeth and bright eyes, and his steps were calm. Youzhi, on his shoulder, stood a black bird. The bird had sharp pecks and bright eyes. It couldn't tell the species, but it was extraordinarily energetic.
By the man's hand was a little boy. The boy was about four or five years old. He was born in pink and jade, with a pair of jet-black eyes shining like stars.
They walked all the way to the lake, and stopped when they saw the situation in the water.
"Mother, we're late again." Liu Xiaoli puffed her cheeks and muttered unhappily.
The man bent his white fingers and tapped on the little guy's head, squinting his eyes: "What did you call me just now?"
Liu Xiaoli covered his head, with a pitiful pursed mouth, he yelled unwillingly: "Father"
Only then did the man show a satisfied expression, pushed the little guy's back, and ordered: "Go and find the corpse."
The little guy groaned, ran into the grass with short legs, and struggled for a while before finding the target.
"Mother, oh no, father's body is here."
The man walked over calmly and glanced at his son warningly.
Liu Xiaoli shrunk his neck quickly, and took two steps back aggrieved. He still doesn't understand why mother is clearly mother, but he insists on calling her father!
Ignoring the little guy's pitiful eyes, Liu Wei took a peek, and sure enough, she saw a bloody, disemboweled female corpse lying there in the grass.
Kneeling down, staring at the female corpse for a few moments, Liu Wei was sure: "It's the same as the previous eight dead."
Liu Xiaoli's bright black eyes were round and open: "It's still the murderer? The murderer is really energetic. From Qujiang Mansion to Fuping County, he walked half of the south of the Yangtze River in a whole month, walking all the way, killing all the way, And the technique is the same every time, isn't he afraid of showing his feet, mother?"
"He is creating his own style." Liu Wei said lightly, stood up from the ground, and took his son's hand: "A perverted murderer has his own aesthetic consciousness. He thinks that people are the most beautiful only when they die like this. !"
Liu Xiaoli disliked it: "But I think it's okay, it's not very beautiful."
Liu Wei agrees: "It's really not beautiful. This murderer seems to have a low level of education, his aesthetics are average, and his creative techniques are relatively simple. If it is beautiful to disembowel him, then all butchers are artists!"
Liu Xiaoli knew what an artist meant. His mother had told him about it, so he nodded and asked again: "Father, what should we do now? Should we report to the police first, or continue to pursue?"
Liu Wei licked her lips: "Eat breakfast first."
"What to eat?"
Liu Wei thought for a while: "Pork blood porridge?"
Liu Xiaoli frowned: "Father, Xiao Li just saw the corpse and doesn't want to eat pork blood porridge."
Liu Wei said again: "Pork intestine porridge?"
Liu Xiaoli puffed her cheeks: "But Xiaoli has also seen human intestines, so he doesn't want to eat pig intestine porridge."
Liu Wei looked at her son disapprovingly: "You are too picky eaters, you won't grow tall like this."
Liu Xiaoli had a bitter face: "Father, you did it on purpose"