Jiangbei District Police Station, Criminal Investigation Team office hall.
This place is like a pressure cooker at critical point at all times.
The phone dinged one after another, and the keyboard clicked.
During this period, a certain police officer was interspersed, roaring with suppressed anger at the suspect who was handcuffed on the chair.
The air was mixed with the burnt bitterness of low-quality instant coffee, the greasiness of overnight takeout, and the faint smell of tobacco.
Together they form a picture of busy and chaotic Scroll Painting.
Fang Cheng sat quietly on an unused iron chair.
Next to them, there were several Huang Mao gangsters who were brought for interrogation.
He seemed oblivious to the hustle and bustle around him, his eyes falling on the whiteboard in the corner.
Several photos of the crime scene were randomly attached to the magnets, with messy arrows and question marks drawn on them with a red marker.
It seems that Criminal Investigation Team, who is in charge of Uncle Zhou, has encountered another difficult case.
At this time, there was a burst of rapid and powerful footsteps approaching from far away.
"A Cheng, long wait!"
A tall and capable figure strode over, with the zipper of his jacket open, revealing a dark T-shirt underneath.
The whole person exuded a strong and neat energy.
It is Uncle Zhou's confidant, A Bang.
Since Zhou Yongnian was promoted to captain Jiangbei District Criminal Investigation Team, he took the title of Senior Inspector.
His group of old brothers who share life and death have also followed the rising tide.
A Bang is now the team leader of Major Case Unit One, carrying the badge of Probationary Inspector on his shoulders.
"Bong."
Fang Cheng stood up immediately, smiled and said hello.
"Brother, brother, I'm not a few years older than you, just call me A Bang."
A Bang grinned and patted a yellowed Cowhide paper portfolio into Fang Cheng's hand.
Then he lowered his voice and his expression became serious:
"I have prepared something for you. You can only look at it here. You are not allowed to take pictures, make copies, or take it away."
"This is a sealed case that has not been solved for a long time. I am responsible for it. If it weren't for you..."
He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was self-evident.
In the eyes of A Bang, Fang Cheng is not only the prospective son-in-law of his boss.
He is also the "mysterious informant" who helps everyone solve strange cases repeatedly. He is one of his own in the absolute sense.
It can be said that the epaulette on his Police Uniform also has part of the credit of Fang Cheng.
Although he couldn't figure out Graduate Student Entrance Exam of Law School, why did he need to understand this strange Murder Case.
But this is a small favor, even if you take some risks, you must help.
Fang Cheng understood clearly and nodded:
"Brother Bang, I know the rules."
Then he reached out and took the file bag, only to see a label stuck to the seal.
The status is clearly marked in print: [Open case].
Below are several shocking handwritings-[Rainy Night Butcher Case].
Fang Cheng sat down in A Bang's empty office, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the file.
There was a musty smell unique to dusty paper.
"This case is a concern for everyone in our team."
A Bang poured him a glass of water, and leaned against the table, lit a cigarette, and frowned.
"The murderer is extremely cunning and cruel, and has a strong sense of Counter-Surveillance. We suspect that he has received professional training or is a retired top agent because the scene was handled too cleanly."
"We have used all technical methods, but we have not been able to find even a small piece of complete fingerprints or a valid hair. We cannot even determine what the murder weapon is."
Listening to A Bang's story, Fang Cheng's eyes fell on the case summary on the first page.
[Preliminary suspect profile: Male, about 180cm-185cm tall, weighing about 75kg, thin, unusually agile, inferred to have received systematic Counter-Surveillance or special operations training...]
"The only thing we can be sure of is his crime habits, or should we say special hobbies."
A Bang's voice was filled with a sense of powerlessness and a little bit of sadness.
"The crimes occurred on rainy nights, and the locations were all over Eastern Capital, mainly in three districts: Jiangbei, Jiangdong, and Wenchuan."
"The murderer specifically targets lone young women, including students, white-collar workers who have just gotten off work, and Bar dancers. They are all types. The only thing they have in common is that they are young and beautiful, often go to entertainment venues, and have nightlife habits."
"From the first case in early March last year to now, there have been a total of thirteen cases of Murder Case similar to Dharma Aspect, and we have handled them all together..."
Fang Cheng flipped through the file, his eyes sliding over the pages of information and photos of the victims.
Each one was once a living thing, but now it has become a cold piece of physical evidence.
"Are there not a single witness?"
He asked softly without raising his head.
"There was one."
A Bang's eyes dimmed:
"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as a sighting."
"In May last year, a brother was patrolling near the crime scene. It was raining heavily and he saw a suspicious black figure flashing in front of him in the distance."
"When he chased after him, he had already disappeared into the alley without leaving even a Ghostly Shadow figure behind. It was like... an hallucination."
"However, it is precisely because of him that we have roughly determined the physical characteristics of the murderer."
"Where's that colleague?"
A Bang was silent for a moment and squeezed out two words from between his teeth:
"Dead."
"Killed by a murderer?"
"I don't know, he was poisoned and died afterwards."
A Bang shook his head and clenched his hands into fists unconsciously:
"The forensic conclusion is that an overdose of Hallucinogen was taken by mistake, but I always feel that... the two things put together are too coincidental."
Fang Cheng didn't ask any more questions and continued to read the files.
Then, I saw a copy of Forensic Examination Report:
[... A trace amount of Yellow Viscous Residue was detected deep in the wounds of many victims. Mass spectrometry analysis showed that the main component of this substance is an unknown protein with a complex structure. It has extremely strong Biological Enzyme activity and can produce neurotoxins and quickly catalyze tissue necrosis...]
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking of something.
So I asked A Bang for confirmation:
"Apart from the general physical features, are there really no other clues left at the scene?"
"Yes."
A Bang tried hard to remember and said:
"A very strange Yellow Slime was found at the scene. It was handed over to forensic analysis and they were told what it was... the catalyst that can accelerate the reaction is protein. Do you think it's strange?"
He took a long drag on the cigarette, his face full of anger.
"That beast is simply not a human being! Every victim was tortured to the point of being transformed into a human being. You have never seen what the family members looked like when they came to claim the bodies. That scene... sigh..."
Fang Cheng turned to a page and stopped.
The photo shows Female Student in school uniform, with a hint of childishness on her face.
But the wounds on his body were hideous and terrifying, as if they had been bitten by countless poisonous insects, without an inch of intact skin.
"Team Leader Zhou took us and searched for several months under great pressure, but we still found nothing. During that time, the whole team was almost driven crazy."
A Bang's voice is a little hoarse:
"That guy is no ordinary murderer at all, he must be a devil!"
"Are there many such bizarre cases where the murderer cannot be found?"
Fang Cheng then asked.
"It's actually not much."
A Bang shook his head:
"In most cases, as long as there are clues to investigate, we are confident that we will solve the case."
"As for those who have not had a clue for more than a year, according to the procedure, they must be reported to Police Headquarters."
"To tell you the truth, there is Special Department who specializes in handling such bizarre cases. I heard that all of them are elites and have abilities that we can't imagine. However, the manpower is relatively small and they usually don't get involved in ordinary cases."
"This Serial Murder Case case was reported to the police early last month. I believe it won't be long before justice is given to all the victims."
Fang Cheng While listening, he quickly memorized the contents of the dossier.
After a few minutes, he closed the file and solemnly handed it back to A Bang.
"Thanks, Brother Bang, you helped me a lot."
"Why are you so polite?"
A Bang locked the file into the iron cabinet, turned around and said:
"By the way, the boss went to Police Headquarters for a meeting. He will be back around three in the afternoon. Do you want to wait?"
"No, I have to go home to review and prepare for the exam."
Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head, and asked smoothly, "What meeting is Uncle Zhou going to?"
A Bang shrugged and replied:
"I heard that it is a special work report on "Operation Thunder". In the past two months, the superiors have requested to launch Anti-Gang and Anti-Evil Campaign. Our entire Police Force has been very busy from top to bottom."
"It's okay to be busy. Your hard work is all for us citizens to eliminate evil and promote good and maintain Eastern Capital social order."
Fang Cheng imitated the tone of the news reporter on TV and said with a smile:
The latest ⊥ little ⊥ talk ⊥ is first posted on ⊥⊥⊥!
"By the way, I haven't congratulated Brother Bang on his promotion yet."
"Hey, just working around."
A Bang is humble, but his face is full of smiles.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then the phone on A Bang's desk suddenly rang.
He picked up the microphone, his expression changed, and then he yelled at several of his subordinates:
"West City found a Floating Corpse, they all started moving!"
Fang Cheng Seeing this, he immediately stood up and left.
When I walked out of the Police Department door, a damp Aura wind blew in my face.
The sky began to become gloomy at some point, with layers of thick dark clouds slowly spreading across the skyline like spilled ink.
Several police cars, blaring sirens, roared past him and quickly disappeared into the traffic.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly and he whispered softly:
"Rainy Night Butcher...Scorpion..."
Yes, these two names actually point to the same person, who is also the next target that Fang Cheng is preparing to hunt.
At this moment, there was nothing in his mind except the cold words and bloody photos in the file just now.
There is another piece of intelligence content that emerges clearly:
"Target person, Scorpion, Noah Organization Level 8 Cadre, Eastern Capital Branch Field Operations Department person in charge."
"He has a withdrawn and eccentric personality, rarely communicates with others, and even his subordinates know very little about his specific situation."
"Basic abilities, good at tracking and Counter-Surveillance, extremely alert, Combat skills Gao Chao, Physical Quality are far beyond ordinary people."
"Special Abilities is very strange. It is temporarily named "Venom Dissolution". It can liquefy parts of the body and is surprisingly corrosive."
"Someone once witnessed with his own eyes that he turned his fingers into liquid bullets and shot them out, piercing the enemy's chest. Almost half of his body was ulcerated, and then his fingers grew back in an instant."
"Some people also saw that his body seemed to be able to blend into the rain and disappear without a trace. Even the footsteps could not be heard."
"Currently he may be hiding in JB Zone, 444 Linjiang Middle Road, a Apartment building."
"Remarks: This person has a perverted hobby of torturing and killing young women. He likes to go out on rainy nights, secretly stalk the target, kidnap and torture them to death. His methods are extremely cruel. In the police case file, he has a code name - "Rainy Night Butcher"."
"Red Tiger Gang has handled the details for him many times, and thus learned part of the target's information. However, due to limited capabilities, it cannot be fully confirmed. Please Mr. Killer be cautious and conduct research in advance."
This is the information obtained from Chen Chen yesterday.
Although this information seems very sincere, it also comes with suggestions.
But Fang Cheng was still too cautious and did not choose to completely believe it.
He knew the risks of working with a cunning fox.
After all, this is the first actual action, so it is inevitable to test each other and keep a guard up.
Therefore, when I saw the name "Rainy Night Butcher", I decided to take this trip to the Police Department today.
Now, the two pieces of information corroborate each other, which shows that Chen Chen probably did not deceive him on the key information.
Although he has not completely let down his guard against Chen Chen, it does not hinder the current cooperation between the two.
"Now, since the target has been confirmed..."
Fang Cheng whispered to himself and raised his head.
Then, it's time for Hunt to officially start.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
Just as the weather forecast said, a heavy rain is coming.
Feeling the increasingly dull Aura in the air.
Fang Cheng pulled his collar and quickly blended into the crowd of people hurrying on the street.
The rain curtain covered the entire dimly lit city.
The orange streetlight halo casts a shaky and restless reflection on the asphalt road.
A car sped by, its wheels running over the water.
The "squeaking" sound of tires rubbing against each other was brief and rapid, and then quickly disappeared into the depths of the night in the blink of an eye.
This is located at Old Town of Jiangbei.
The red brick Apartment buildings with no more than ten floors stood silently and blurred in the rainy night.
Rainwater constantly washes away the old walls, making the bricks darker in color, like solidified blood.
On the edge of the roof, a figure wearing Black Raincoat remained motionless, as if he had blended into the building beneath his feet.
The rain dripped down the edges of his Hood, but it did not affect his standing posture at all.
Under Hood is a deep Shadows, and the face cannot be seen clearly.
Only when the Neon Lights in the distance flashes, a sharp light will occasionally be reflected from the Shadows.
Like a dormant predator, it quietly opened its eyes in the darkness.
From a certain room downstairs, the voice of Television could be heard faintly, blurred by the sound of rain.
"... Tonight to tomorrow morning, moderate rain will turn to heavy rain. The Municipal Meteorological Observatory has issued an orange rainstorm warning. The general public is requested to pay attention to travel safety..."
The weather report ends, and a piece of relaxing advertising music starts.
The evening news at ten o'clock is over.
The figure wearing a raincoat was always staring at the Apartment building opposite with the same outdated facilities.
Sparse lights shone from each window, like a few holes randomly punched in a huge black cloth.
He could clearly see what was happening inside.
Someone is sitting on the Living Room sofa, yawning and watching TV series.
There were also couples quarreling, and a woman's figure was pacing back and forth excitedly in front of the window.
The figure's eyes were fixed on the seventh floor, the third window from the left.
Thick curtains were drawn there, completely hiding the situation inside.
Just now, the only faint light behind the curtain went out with a "click".
The figure slowly raised his hand and took out a white mask from the inside of the raincoat.
The mask had a ferocious expression, its eyes were red, and its smooth surface glowed with a cold porcelain luster in the humid air.
He slowly put the mask on his face.
Then, he took a step forward and stepped directly out of the edge of the rooftop.
The body instantly fell vertically like Shitou, and the black raincoat was blown by the strong wind.
Just before he was about to hit the ground, his falling figure showed a brief stagnation that violated the laws of physics.
It was as if time had been pressed in slow motion for a few seconds, or as if it was being gently held by a pair of invisible hands.
Immediately afterwards, his feet landed lightly on the slippery Cement ground.
There was almost no unnecessary sound, just like a falling feather.
Only the raindrops falling on the raincoat, and the subtle but dense rustling sound, proved that he was really standing there.
The figure raised his head and looked up at the Apartment building opposite, then quietly stepped over and walked over.