Chapter 244: Serial Killer Appears

Translator: Azza

Editor: Conspiracing

The eyes of the people in the room focused on Lin Dongxue's face again. Lin Dongxue recalled the clothing of the mall security and asked, “Was he wearing a hat? Was there an epaulette on his shoulder?”

“Without a hat, but his clothes were similar to a police officer.”

“That should be a security guard then!”

“I thought security was also a kind of police...” Jiang Ming mumbled.

Lin Dongxue immediately went out to call the task force to rush to the mall to control the security guard. She informed them that she would arrive shortly after.

In addition, she called Lin Qiupu to explain the situation. Lin Qiupu was silent for a few seconds and then said, “Choosing a little boy, this may be a cross-provincial wanted criminal!”

There was a loud cry in the room. It was the stepmother. She cried and said, “Hui Hui, I always knew that you were a good child. I blame myself for not being good enough to you before!”

Grandma was wiping her tears away as well.

The class teacher standing at the door rubbed his eyes as well and said, “Jiang Hui is a brave and responsible student. I will tell everyone back at school about her heroic deeds. No, I’ll tell the newspaper outlets!”

Lin Dongxue left without a word.

As she walked downstairs, there was the sound of falling objects. Jiang Ming shouted, “Enough! Don't pretend anymore. When Sister was alive, you werehave never been good to her!”

There was a “dong dong dong” noise in the corridor as Jiang Ming rushed out without a coat. Lin Dongxue stopped him. “Where are you going?”

Jiang Ming stopped. “I don't know.”

“There may still be bad people outside, so please don't run around, okay? We need your help to solve the case.”

Jiang Ming nodded. “You know everything about Sister, right?”

“I know.”

“Don't believe what they say. They have never been nice to my sister. My mother gave me the best things since I was a child. The bad and rotten were always given to my sister. As long as our grandparents weren’t at home, she would use such harsh words on her. She scolded my sister and told her to die. I heard my sister crying in the room on more than one occasion. I am sad, but I can’t do anything for my sister. Sometimes, I feel that I owe her because I came to this world. That's why she lived a life full of pain.”

“You don't have to blame yourself. It's not your fault!”

“My father is trash!” Jiang Ming cried. “I hate them! When I see them acting right now, I feel sick!”

Lin Dongxue had a wave of sadness wash over her. She rushed over and hugged him. “Nobody can choose their parents, but you will soon grow up. Treasure the life that your sister exchanged for hers!”

Jiang Ming cried as he nodded. “Will you catch the bad guy?”

“You’ll be the first person I tell when we catch him.”

When Lin Dongxue arrived at the mall, the police had already called all the security guards and asked for their alibis. A security guard said that he had gone home sick early that day and put his clothes in the locker room. He found that it had been stolen the next day. He bought a new set for himself.

Lin Dongxue's mobile phone rang. It was a wanted warrant sent by Lin Qiupu. The man named Old Hei was a serial killer who picked out little boys. He had committed two crimes in other provinces. Recently, information showed that he appeared in Long'an.

Subsequent investigations showed that the suspect was most likely this person. In order to prevent a second victim from appearing in Long'an, Lin Qiupu sent more staff from the task force to arrest Old Hei.

Everyone had entered a state of continuous working rotations day and night.

Three days later, near a primary school, a pair of greedy eyes hiding behind a tree stared at the little boys leaving school. The stalker took out an old-fashioned camera in his hands and took a picture from time to time.

“Uncle, what are you doing?”

The uncle turned his head around and saw a boy with a smile on his face. His face was pale, but his delicate skin and exquisite features aroused the interest of Old Hei. A smile appeared on his dark face. “I’m picking up my son and taking photos of butterflies.”

While he was saying this, he took a picture of the teenager.

“Let’s negotiate something. I don't have money to go on the Internet. Can I borrow some from you?”

“How would you pay me back?”

“How do you want me to pay it back?”

Capturing the teasing meaning in the words, the uncle reached out to touch the boy's hand and said, “Play with me!”

“Ah!” The boy pulled his hand away. “Oh, you want that type of stuff? Uncle is quite trendy! Okay! How about 500 yuan a night?”

“Fuck, you’re not a gigolo, right?”

“Get fucked!”

“Scold me again. I love to listen to this,” the uncle said sullenly.

“You bastard! Where do you want to play?”

“There is a public toilet nearby. If we close the cubicle door, no one can see.”

“Mmp[1], you sure know how to play!”

The uncle was very happy. He didn't expect to have another encounter. On the way, he kept touching this young tofu. He touched his tight butt and said, “I used to have a boyfriend who was as big as you. No, he might have been smaller.”

“How did you two break up?”

“We didn’t. I killed him.”

“Real or fake?”

“Haha, do you really believe that?”

When they got to the public toilet, no one was inside. The two entered the cubicle. The uncle was so excited that he couldn't wait to get started – He was already hard. The boy caught the uncle’s hair in his hand and wound it behind his head, but the uncle didn’t mind.

“So you like-”

Before he could finish, his head was hit heavily onto the toilet box. He didn’t imagine that a skinny boy would have such strength.

The boy slammed and smashed him until he was losing consciousness. The scene before his eyes were already red and he lay paralyzed on the toilet like a dead pig.

In his blood-red field of vision, he saw the other party lighting a triangle-shaped iron piece with a lighter. His face was illuminated by the fire as he sneered, “There can only be one serial killer here. A mountain can’t hold two tigers, understand?”

The hot piece of iron pressed on the uncle’s neck. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t because his mouth was covered.

Later, a sharp object pierced through his back and penetrated through his lung. The uncle's eyes widened as they were about to squeeze out of their eye sockets, and blood continued to flow from the gap between the fingers blocked by his opponent's mouth.

“You killed yourself coming here! I won’t spare those who grab my limelight!” The teenager took the film from the camera, lit it with a lighter, and threw it on the uncle who was slowly losing his breath.

Old Hei's body was found in the public toilet near a primary school and was immediately sent to the Public Security Bureau. Lin Qiupu and Lin Dongxue rushed over when they heard the news. Peng Sijue had not yet conducted the post-mortem. He pointed to the triangle stigma on the deceased's neck and exclaimed, “That man did it!”

“He... Why would he kill other criminals? Could it be that Old Hei offended him?” Lin Dongxue was very surprised.

“You know about Zhou Xiao's case?” Lin Qiupu asked, “This guy has no fixed goal in killing people. He kills those with power, promiscuous women, and even normal citizens.”

“A psychologist had profiled him before. He is immature and has an unstable personality. To him, killing is a challenge, just like a game,” Peng Sijue said.

“He was silent for three years. I don't know which crowd he is targeting now!” Lin Qiupu had a headache. The most troublesome serial killer has returned, but Song Lang was no longer there.

Even if Song Lang were here, what of it? Didn’t Zhou Xiao best Song Lang and hurt him?

1. Often used in an online setting in place of a swear word in Sichuan.