Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 686

The murder block mentioned by Cai Ji is between the Hongsen business district and Baige Square in the west.Because it is far away from the subway and the residential buildings are quite old, this area seems very quiet.However, compared with the lifeless surroundings of Crescent Road Station, this area is still somewhat popular.Along the way, Zhou Yu encountered residents who went out for a walk or walked their dogs from time to time.They looked at ease and leisure, not at all like living around the murder scene.

According to Cai Ji's description, they found the house number near the alley.On the left is a tobacco and alcohol shop, and on the right is a bookstore. There is a thin wall ten centimeters thick between the two shops, and there is no extra space.Looking around, there seems to be no surveillance on the street.In fact, he has rarely seen surveillance cameras in the city. The most common sight on utility poles and street lamps are bird nests, and he doesn't know why they inhabit such conspicuous places.

"...It's really like a dream." He murmured.

Cai Ji's description is obviously not completely true, and there are many problems in just hearing it for the first time.For example, the eyeballs of a severed human head can move, and this kind of nervous reaction can only remain for more than a dozen seconds before death. It will take more than this little time to chop five or six people into the shape Cai Ji said.

What if the man's head was the last to be chopped off?Then he should at least make a little noise before he died.

Furthermore, it is unreasonable that a person with a long blade can lead five or six people into a remote alley alone, and no one screams or runs out of the alley when he is killed.

Well, there are two plausible explanations.The first is the haunting of ghosts as Zhang Mumu said, and the second is Cai Ji's mental abnormality—Zhou Yu doesn't think he lied on purpose, it's based on his behavioral performance.Even if the other party has unparalleled acting skills, there is no need to spread such bizarre and exaggerated lies.

For such a weird story, it is not difficult for Zhang Mumu to attribute it to ghosts and gods, but Zhou Yu still believes that the problem lies with Cai Ji.Memories are processed by emotions. It is very common for witnesses to remember a prisoner's light green clothes as dark blue.

However, Cai Ji can clearly describe the appearance of the shops on both sides of the alley, which cannot be explained.Even a persuasive persuasion can never cause the memory to fabricate a completely fictitious crime scene.

Zhou Yu was thinking about this series of events, and when he came back to his senses, he found Zhang Mumu was chatting with the owner of the Tobacco Hotel.

This unfathomable woman seems to have various special skills.In half a cup of tea, she had already chatted and laughed happily with the owner of the tobacco shop, and even got a small bench, sitting by the counter and cracking sunflower seeds.Only Zhou Yu stood alone on the road, wondering if he should disturb the interest of the old and the young.

While he was watching, Zhang Mumu had finished chatting and ran back with half a bag of melon seeds.As usual, she handed the melon seeds to Zhou Yu, but after being rejected, she slowly started nibbling by herself.

"What did you talk to the boss about?" Zhou Yu asked.

"A murder case!" Zhang Mumu said while chatting, "The boss said that in a nearby residential area, a girl committed suicide by jumping off a building in June this year. It's a pity that she died very young."

She shook her head while talking, like an old man playing chess in the park.Zhou Yu restrained this bad association, and continued to ask: "Does this have anything to do with our business?"

"Yes, because that person has bumped into a ghost, and it is very likely that he is the ground binding spirit who has lingering resentment. He is too bad to girls, so the possibility of being taught by the female ghost is the greatest. Maybe it is the one who jumped off the building The girls are punishing him."

The old god Zhang Mumu was nodding his head.Zhou Yu chose to turn his head away from this simple concept of karma and continued to search along the street.Zhang Mumu consciously pointed to the left and said, "The girl who committed suicide used to live in that building."

"I'm not looking for the address of the suicide."

"Eh? What were the classmates looking for that week?"

"Alley."

If what happened to Cai Ji that night was not a pure hallucination, then some details must have been mistaken, such as confusing the address.As for the disappearing corpse, one night is enough for the murderer to do the initial cover-up work.Ordinary people are not sensitive to such incidents. If there is no complete body, they will probably not call the police just because they see some blood on the road.

However, after walking around the block twice, Zhou Yu found that there was no alleyway at all.

Originally, this place was backed by a residential area, and the front and rear entrances and exits were fixed, so it was impossible to open up a trail for casual entry and exit.As for the cul-de-sacs due to planning errors, there is no reason for them to exist in the closely adjacent shopping streets.

From a design point of view, the neighborhood does not need laneways at all.

Zhou Yu was helpless.The incident was either haunted or delusional by a psychotic patient.Cai Ji obviously has a mental problem, but it's just a matter of severity.

"……Let's go back."

As the setting sun fell to the west, Zhou Yu had no choice but to give up.Since yesterday afternoon, he has been in control of his body, which means that Zhou Yu has already lost the memory of a day and a night, and if it drags on, it will be too easy to arouse suspicion.

After walking for the same day, Zhang Mumu didn't look tired.After hearing his words, he asked with regret, "Is Classmate Zhou still coming to my house?"

"No, I won't bother you today. It's better for Mr. Zhang not to spread the matter today."

"Hmm..." Zhang Mumu twisted her fingertips around her hair embarrassingly, "Actually, I've already told Ah Wei."

Zhou Yu shook his head wordlessly.In fact, he didn't care much about it, just like what Cai Ji said, no one would believe it.Without a body, without a reporter, it means that this incident never happened.

After parting with Zhang Mumu, he went to the subway station alone.Cai Ji's story still lingers in his mind.

According to different stumps and clothing, there were about five or six people who were killed.Among them was an adult man in a suit, and a young woman with short skirts and running shoes. Although the other victims were not clearly identified, at least these two did not look like homeless people with no social connections.Having been missing for so long, family members and friends must have contacted the police.Why is there no report?
In addition, it is also incomprehensible for what reason they followed the murderer to the death.To die for no reason, to disappear without anyone caring.These disappeared people didn't seem to be killed, but more like their existence was swallowed up by the city.

Zhou Yu suddenly recovered from his trance.

Before he knew it, he had already left the subway station.The road under your feet is getting more and more deviated, and there are shops lined up like teeth on both sides.The night is not yet dark, but most of the shops have closed their iron rolling doors.

His mind seemed numb, and he just moved forward mechanically.

The stars and the moon were getting brighter, and the street lights were on. He wandered like a lone wolf on the empty streets, gradually approaching his destination.

Turning the corner, floating footsteps approached quietly.The Tobacco Hotel on the left and the bookstore on the right closed early as if avoiding disaster.

Between the two stores, the dark alleyway opened directly to Zhou Yudong.

He stepped into it without hesitation, familiar with it like a wanderer returning home.There are footprints left in the mud at the entrance of the alley, which are exactly the same in length, width and depth as the new tracks he covered.

The alleys are filled with bright colors.Deep and shallow, all kinds of red, exuding the smell of human body decay.On the blood-stained wall, there were traces of blade marks.

He stared at the notch, then slowly stretched out his arm, imagining that he swung the long knife flat and easily decapitated the man leaning against the wall.The blade sliced ​​through the skin and skull, cutting into the wall behind.

The imaginary marks coincide with the real marks on the wall.

In this way, the weight and height are exactly the same.

So that's what happened, he thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)