There is always a time to finish a meal.

My sister walked by my side with her belly thrust out.

"I can carry the canteen food in the next week." The sister touched her belly indecently and sighed like an old lady.

"You are too exaggerating." I smiled.

Walking out of the mall and walking back along the road, I looked up and saw the crime scene.

There were police cars there, and the scene was blocked and coiled, surrounded by plastic cloth, and it seemed that someone was cleaning it inside.

My sister soon noticed the movement there.

The police pulled the isolation line, but there were still curious onlookers looking out of the isolation line. Although they could only see the blue plastic cloth, those people refused to leave.

There are also such onlookers on the road opposite us. However, most of these people are clerks in shops along the street, and passers-by who are attracted by the discussions of these clerks.

There was a young man in a work uniform who was telling the scene that happened just now, while sighing and expressing his own comments.

Most people are more interested in his arguments because the things he described are unclear, that is, a madman beats two passers-by and then takes out a knife to stab people, which is very simple.

This topic of argument quickly extended from this vicious incident to various social news that had happened in the past.

If someone keeps joining, the clerk will repeat what just happened.

My sister was a little scared, and smiled and looked at me uneasy.

I put my arms around her shoulders and said calmly: "It's okay. This is a minority. If you meet it, just run away. Didn't that person say that, and then take out the knife after the fight. It's just that after the argument, you'll get angry and get impulsive."

I try to put it lightly, "You are usually in school, it's okay."

Relatively speaking, it is of course safer on campus. There may be some thieves, but there will be fewer such malicious people who hurt people. After students have a dispute, it may become more tragic.

My sister gradually relaxed.

We passed through this section and we didn't hear any more discussions.

When I got home, my parents had just finished their meal, and my father was watching the news in the living room. The news happened to be broadcasting.

Mom and Dad asked us immediately.

"We were still in the cinema at that time." I replied, looking at the news.

Some reporters arrived later to shoot footage of police officers at work, and also filmed videos provided by passers-by.

The latter's picture was even more blurry, and in the shaking picture, only a rough picture could be seen. Especially after the man took out the knife, the photographer was also very panicked and avoided it, but he didn't take a clear picture of what was going on. The bloody scene of the intestine was not captured. The photographer focused the camera on the man who was subdued at that time. When the screams came from the injured, he turned the camera to shoot the situation there. But the chaotic crowd stopped him from shooting.

The picture was not taken, but the reporter found the passers-by who were watching at that time.

The person interviewed was still covered with blood. When he talked about the scene of his intestines flying out, he looked disgusting and wanted to vomit. He quickly turned around and went to find an ambulance.

The blood all over the ground is enough to prove the tragic moment.

Another passerby mentioned the deceased who had been pierced through his entire face.

"It must be that it's not like that when I encounter it on the road. It should be a grudge. It's not normal for three."

"I don't know why the fight started. The one who took the knife started first. There was no quarrel. The two asked him what he was doing, and they scolded him for being crazy or a lunatic. Later, the three of them started fighting, and the man took the knife out."

The information provided by these passers-by is not very useful.

They all discovered this unexpected situation while walking, and they didn't know the cause of the incident.

But there were also shops opened along the street on that street, and a shop owner saw the whole story.

"... It's that man, the murderer, he stood in that position for a long time. He looked over there, across the road, and didn't know what to look at. Oh, it's because I don't know what he is looking at. I thought he was waiting for someone. He was standing there, looking over there." The shop owner stretched out his hand and gestured, "Then the other two people came over there. I heard them talking about a female star, saying that the female star should sell it. Just say it, just say whatever you want. Just leave like this."

The boss seemed very excited, "Then the man hit them and started fighting with them. He didn't say anything, but hit them and took out a knife. It looked scary. He just killed them, that was so cruel! He had a grudge. He must have no idea. They walked over from behind him and didn't meet him. Maybe they were fans of the female star. It's been a lot of days..."

As the boss talked, he thought about it himself and waited for the reporter to ask, then replied: "It seems to be him. I can't remember it clearly. People often look over the past few days. There was another one yesterday. He walked without looking ahead, looked over there, and ran into someone. Maybe it was him. I can't remember it very clearly. There is a surveillance monitor! That surveillance monitor was given to the police. It can probably be found."

The boss provided a lot of information and asked local news reporters to interview enough money.

However, the surveillance video at the entrance of the store was handed over to the police, and the police were the first priority to investigate the case, and the reporter could not get the video for the time being. The police had not announced the identity of the deceased yet, and the reporter could only interview passers-by to fill in the news content.

"The billboard over there..." My sister had already thought of something.

"Gu Yan's billboard." I said, and remembered that my sister had a roommate who was a fan of Gu Yan, and was sad about Gu Yan's death. "They were too devoted, so they became impulsive. Your classmate..." I looked at my sister.

"She should be fine, she just listens to music, it's nothing." The sister shook her head.

Hope it's nothing.

After our parents expressed their concerns about social security, our family ended the topic.

I returned to the room and received a message from Wu Ling. Their searching action failed and the ghost had left that range.

I told the thin guys and the others about this in the group and reminded them to be more careful.

Who knows if a brainless fan of Gu Yan suddenly appears around him. Influenced by Gu Yan, he suddenly attacks people?

Several of us who know the truth have this concern.

The thin man said even more shockedly: "How can you guard against this? There is no way to do it... Can you not mention Gu Yan?"

"What if she goes further?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked, "If it is the future Ghost King, they will all expand their territory, right?"

"Not that, look at what Brother Qi has seen several times, they are not always trying to expand." The thin man retorted.

"That is when the future world and territory has been divided up. This one is the new ghost king and Lina. They should be both the new ghost king. Some ghost kings who have reached the real world are also killing people and expanding their influence." Chen Xiaoqiu continued.

Her words are not unreasonable.

"If someone who says bad things about her will be killed sooner or later, this will be discovered. At that time, no one will say it again, and the rules she set will be useless. The rules of the Ghost King are used to kill people, and they should not be restricted by their own rules." Chen Xiaoqiu was just saying.

My phone jumped out of the notification.
Chapter completed!