Chapter 560: The Corpse-Chopping Maniac Ghost


    The autumn hade to the Southern area, bringing with it a lot of rainfall. In theory, the water in the rainy seasoncould wash away Yang energy, so many foul things would seize this chance to resurface and wreak havoc. It should be the busiest timeof theyear for me. However, these days, no one came to my shop.


    It was raining, and I was toozy togo out. I could only stay idly in my shopand waitfor mold to invade my body.


    Li Mazi was a man with nohumanity. Two days ago, he was in my shop ying Contra with me. Butas soon as he heard that Ru Xue hade back from her parents house, he immediately transformed into her eunuch. I was now leftalonein my shop. I dranktea to passthetime.


    I sat on my rocking chairandunfoldeda newspaper. I thoughtnewsthese days couldnt bepared to the past. I got only articles aboutgossip, like this star married that starandthe other star had an affair. There was nothing substantive. It wasfreakingboring.


    I threw the newspaper aside. As soon asI was about toget up to stretch my body,Inced ata tarrying title through the corner of myeye. It read,The famous entrepreneur Chen Yiqing in Fujian died bizarrely!


    I had seen the name Chen Yiqing in manynews articles aboutbusiness and the economy. This man was in his early forties. He was an extraordinarily talented man.Along with hiswife, he had created his enormous business, starting itfrom scratch. After only five years, he had created the most famous emerce brand in Fujian. Hispany now sold household appliances. Thepanys annual mutual transactions had reached several billion renminbi. He was ageniusin the industry of domestic household appliances.


    I couldnt help but pick up the paper again to read it. Soon, I finished reading the article, andI frowned.


    Although the picture wascensored, I stillnoticedthat his death was horrible. His body was chopped into fingernail-sized pieces. I was sure it was a revenge case! Moreover, it was strange that the police said that they found no trace of the murderer at the crime scene. Itsounded likenonsense.


    These years,incidentslike this werent new. The market was as fierce asabattlefield. A dispute during a negotiation could be areasonto kill someone. After reading the article, I didnt keep it in my mind and moved over.


    It was beyond my imagination that Chen Yiqing was just thebeginning of a series of murders. A few dayster,something simrhappened again in Fujian. Most of the victims were famousandsessful people. Moreover, the police couldnt find any trace of the murderer at the crime scenes.


    The serial murder cases had created a lot of panic in Fujian! The police issued a statement saying that the murderer was a psychopath thatharboreddeep hatred towards the rich. They hadinvestigatedsome suspicious unemployedand low-ie people. However, before their investigation made any progress, anotherpersondied.


    The newest case had broken the polices assumption about the murderer. The victim this time had an ordinary background.They were almost impoverished,to be exact.


    I flipped through a thick stack of newspapers. Chen Yiqing was killed on October 21st.Anew case happened every day after his death. As of thest case, seven people werechopped to death. The police didnt find any evidence. There were nofingerprints, hair strands,or possible weapons at the crime scenes. They didnt find any suspects in the areaafter checkingmany CCTV cameras, either.


    With my years of experience working with otherworldly items, I noticed these serial murder cases werent simple. It was possibly the work ofamalicious otherworldly item. Otherwise, it was impossible to cause seven deaths without leaving a single trace.


    I held a cup of teaand tooka sip. I thought aboutwhether or not I should proactively join this case.


    The deaths of those victims were even worse than the one-thousand-slice sentences in ancient times.They were literally minced, with the pieces of theirremains asbig as fingernails! The evil spirit behind this could be at the Ghost King level,which was thetype that I should stay away from if I could.


    Given thetrend, there would be more deaths.SinceIhad seen the news, I couldntstaystill. I didnt want my conscience to feel guilty.


    Id thought about this matter for quite a long time. Then, I ced myteacupback on the tableand madeup my mind: No matter what, I had to go and see!


    Before leaving, I called Li Maziand askedhim to keep an eye on my shop while he was serving Ru Xue. I didnt want to return to an emptyshop without knowing who had emptied it.


    Fujian was a coastal province. Moreover, as it was autumn,therewas a lot of rain. When I arrived at Fuzhou, the rain was getting heavier.


    I rubbed my hands and pulled my coat close to me. Holding a dark-colored umbre, I went to the police station.


    The policeman on duty snorted at my exnation of paranormal activitiesdue to somefoul thing. He thought that I was a madman whohadeto trouble the police here. I had to ask him to call the Public Security Department to ask about the cases I had helped them with in the past. The policeman half-believed me. In the end, he decided totakeme to see his chief.


    The leader was a middle-aged criminal policemanwitha medium build. He extendedahand to meand weed me.While shaking his hand, I knew he was good at martial arts. The policeman had a tender face, but there was a longandbig scar that looked like a centipede crawling on his left cheek. It brokehis gentle auraand gave him a touchof cruelty.


    We introducedourselves.I now knew that he was the captain of the Criminal Police Department here. His name wasCaptain Liu Feng.


    I simply told him why Ihadehere. He kept silent for a while, then asked, Mr. Zhang, how big is the probabilitythata foul thing is behindthesecorpse-chopping cases?


    I gently exhaled. If he askedthis, it meant hebelievedme. I thought then answered,Based on the current situation, the possibility could be one hundred percent. Moreover, from the frequency oftheseserial murdercases, there could be another victimtonight.


    After listening to me, Liu Feng excused himself and went outside to make a phone call. When he returned, he put on a serious face. He made me a little nervous. He put his mobile phone backonthe deskand asked,Do you know who I just called?


    I wore a serious faceand shookmy head. I rolled myeyes discreetly andthought to myself,I dont have anysuperpowers. How the heck am Isupposed to know whoyoujust called?!


    Our Chief of the Bureau, answered Liu Feng.


    It turned out he had called his Chief to ask for direction. Unexpectedly, his Chief agreed. Moreover, he had asked the other police stations around Fujian to cooperate with me.


    I was surprisedand guessedthat their Chiefknewme, or that he knew something about my deeds.


    However,nowwasnt the time to think about this. If the Chief agreed to support me, it would be easier to carry out the next steps.


    First, I read the profiles of the seven victims. I needed to knowinformationabout them. The victims had different genders and ages. There was nothing simrabouttheir bodies, either. I also read the oral statement of the victims family members. They were simr. They got up in the morning,sawa lot of blood on the bedalong withthe chopped bodies of their deceased familymembers. Feelingpanic-stricken, they called the police.


    These were the official investigationprocedures. However, the information here was useless to me. I asked to interview the deceaseds families one more time. Captain Liu cooperated with me well. He gave me the addresses and assigned a policeman called Xiaolin to apany me.


    Before we got out of the police bureau, a red shadow stormed into the office despite the policeman on duty standing in her way.


    Itwas a woman wearing red clothes. Her messy hair covered her face. She was wearing slippers, but one was missing.


    There were small cuts on herfoot, and she lookeddisorderlyas she had runinthe rain. While trying to get through the policeman in her way, she screamed. However, asshe was panicking, she couldntproducea fundmeaningful sentence. I caught some words like life and dead.


    We had to stop because of this interruption. We brought the woman to the office and poured her a cup of warm water.


    Thank you, thank you. The woman thanked us. After drinking up the whole ss of warm water, she finally calmed down.She rubbed her shoulders, whichshowedthat she was still frightened.


    Captain Liu sat with a pen in his hand. He askedher for some basic information like her name, age, and address. It would give us the basic knowledge about this woman, and it would also ease her so that she could tell us what had happened.


    Through the womans intermittent voice, we knew she was named Wang Ping. She wasthirty-seven years old, and sheresidedin a high-endmunity not far from the police station.


    WhenCaptain Liu recognized that she could talk normally, he asked, What happened?


    When Wang Ping heard his question, she was startledand droppedher ss. Her eyes opened wide in fear.


    So many people were crying. They cried They wanted to kill me! Wang Ping buried her head into her arms on the table. Her voice turned hoarse and trembled.


    Captain Liu didnt knowwhatto write down. Who wanted to kill you?


    Wang Pings absurd answer alerted me.


    There were so many crying faces They were on my walls, on my closets,and even on my bed. I know they wanted to kill me. I ran away from home.


    Chief Liu and I exchanged looks.It seemed we had the same idea.Wang Ping could be the next victim. I wanted to know more about the situation, so I asked her to go to her house to see.


    Wang Ping didnt want to go home. I had toassureher that she would be all right.She hesitated thenbrought us to her home.


    When I entered her house, I saw a little boy around six or seven years old sitting on the sofa. When he heard the noise, he lifted his head and shot us a faint nce. His face was full of disgust.


    I was surprised.Hes just a little boy. How could he have such extreme emotions?


    Subconsciously, I turned to Wang Ping. As I was just a stranger, the boys hatred wasnt directedatme. I guessed he waslookingat Wang Ping.


    Wang Ping saw the boy and frowned. Boy, go to your room or Ill beat you up.


    The boy said nothingand heldhis head low. He grabbed a cloth tiger doll and quietlywentupstairs. Before leaving, he shot me a nce. I felt so strange. The little boy had something odd in hiseyes, but I couldnt tell what it was.


    Wang Ping gave me a reluctant smile. Please dont mind him. Hes just a kid.


    I smiled and said nothing. The odd feeling grew higher in my heart.


    Wang Ping had rushed to the police station to ask for help and had left herson at home. Then,she threatenedher son right in front of us. I felt a little disgust toward Wang Ping already!


    Anyway, it was her familys business,andI shouldnt put my nose in it. After sheshowedus around, I started to assess her house.


    The living room in this house was vast. Therewerean authentic leather sofa and a crystal coffee tablethat facedan LCD TV. Itupied half the opposite wall. Next to the TV was a photo frame. Isaw a man and aboy. I recognized the boy, who wasWang Pings son. The manwas probably her husband.


    There were two bedrooms upstairs. One was open andthe other waslocked. I guessed the locked one was the boys room.


    After taking one round, I found nothing of interest. I didnt see the crying faces Wang Ping had reported.


    We went back to the living room. I asked Wang Ping to tell us about the situation. Wang Ping had adjusted herself. She had driedher hair andchangedher clothes. I finally saw her face clearly.


    She was thirty-seven years old, butthere was not a single wrinkle on her face. Her skin was well-maintained. Since she was frightened, her smandpale face looked strangely attractive. She could entice men well with such a face.


    I knew my evil desire had arisen, so I had to hurriedly read thesacredtext of Daoism. Then, I pulled myself togetherand listenedto Wang Pings story.