Chapter 1: Ming Ming Niang, but want to scream

Dry Ling thirty-three years, spring day.
In Fuping County in the early morning, people are sparsely populated and the mist is not scattered.
Somewhere on the outskirts of the small lake, the scarlet blood is spreading in the air. The small lake is not clear water, but a smell of blood! In the middle of the blood and water, there are people's organs floating. The human organs have begun to whiten because of the scouring of the lake water. It looks ugly and disgusting!
On the small road in the distance, one big and one small figure, riding in the mist, slowly coming, approaching, only to see clearly, the big one is a man, the raw 翩翩俊雅, the teeth are clear, he walks lightly Excellent, shoulders, still standing a black bird, the bird's sharp eyes, can not see the variety, but extraordinarily spirited.
At the man's hand, he took a little boy. The boy was about four or five years old. He was born with a powdered jade, and a pair of dark eyes were shining like stars.
They walked all the way to the lake and waited until they saw the situation in the water before they stopped.
"Mother, we are coming late." Liu Xiaoli screamed at the gang, unhappy.
The man whispered his white finger and tapped on the little guy's head and blinked: "What did you call me?"
Liu Xiaoli squinted his head, pitifully pouting, and reluctantly called: "Hey..."
The man showed a satisfied look, pushed the little guy's back and told him, "Go and look for the body."
The little guy snorted, ran into the grass with his short legs, and pulled it for a while before he found the target.
"Mother, oh no, oh... the body is here."
The man walked away with a self-confidence and warned his son.
Liu Xiaoli rushed to narrow his neck, and the grievances went back two steps. He didn't understand it now. Why did the mother-in-law be a mother-in-law, but he wanted him to call her!
Ignore the poor guy's nephew, Liu Wei probed a look, and I saw a woman in the grass who was covered in blood, and was smashed and smashed, lying there.
Kneeling down, staring at the female corpse, a few eyes, Liu Wei confirmed: "The same as the previous eight dead."
Liu Xiaoli’s black sly squats:
Is that murderer? The murderer is really spirited. From Qujiang to Fuping County, he walked half a month in the whole month, all the way, all the way to kill, And the technique is the same every time, isn’t he afraid of showing his feet?
"He is creating his own style." Liu Wei said faintly, stood up from the ground and took up his son's hand: "The perverted murderer has his own aesthetic consciousness. He thinks that only when people die, this is the most beautiful." !"
Liu Xiaoli disliked: "But I think it's okay, not very beautiful."
Liu Wei agrees: "It is really not beautiful. This murderer seems to have a low level of education, aesthetics, and a unique approach to creation. If the smashing is beautiful, then all the butchers are artists!"
Liu Xiaoli knows what the artist meant. The mother told him, so he nodded and asked: "Hey, what do we do now? Is it the first to report to the official, or continue to pursue?"
Liu Wei's lips: "First eat breakfast."
"What to eat?"
Liu Wei thought for a moment: "Pig blood porridge?"
Liu Xiaoli frowned: "Hey, Xiaoli just saw the body and didn't want to eat pork porridge."
Liu Wei said: "Pig porridge?"
Liu Xiaoli screamed at the gang: "Xiao Li also saw the human intestines, and did not want to eat pig porridge."
Liu Wei looked at his son with disapproval: "You are too picky, so long."
Liu Xiaoli bitterly said: "Hey, you are deliberate..."