Theft Soul Space Murder Case

  When I returned to the city from the scene of the case on Manghuashan, it was already dusk, and the sky was overcast with dark clouds, looking like it would rain again tonight.

  The streets were crowded with cars and people, the lights were red and green, and the neon signs were flashing. I declined Su Yao's suggestion to have dinner together and returned alone to my own house.

  Time is pressing, before the soul-stealing tomorrow, I need to quietly think over the scene I saw on the mountain today, including the layout of the house, the position of the dead, and some suspicious death methods, eerie pictures, looking for connections between the dead.

  Like a movie scene, after replaying it in my mind, I sat at my desk, turned on the desk lamp, and under the orange light, according to the photos, I checked the names, identities, and order of death of these people. The more I understood the details, the more it would help me during the séance, to focus on that person in the first time, see how he was murdered, and find the truth.

  My task was actually to find clues, not to stop the murder, but as an onlooker's perspective, through a certain corpse as an intermediary, personally participate in it, but that thing has already happened, and it is difficult to reverse, just like time at a certain point A spatial distortion occurred, allowing me to see some fragments of the past, but powerless to change.

  But that's enough, as long as we find some clues and solve the mystery of the villa, that's the top priority.

  Due to the need for a breakthrough in the case, I reopened an old file from eight years ago, which was transferred from the Municipal Bureau. At that time, the Major Crimes Unit had not yet been established, and the villa murder case was handled by the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Brigade.

  This criminal case file records some cases from eight years ago. The owner of the villa is a well-known entrepreneur in Zhejiang, named Yang Cheng, his wife Xu Lirong, two sons, one daughter, and a nanny, a family of six.

  According to the file records, in September 2005, a massacre occurred at the villa. Only two complete bodies were found inside the villa, and the others were all dismembered. The remains were dragged away, but no traces were found. After forensic identification, it was confirmed that there were five deaths, but one boy's DNA was missing. It is suspected that 13-year-old Yang Yiming went missing, and it is believed that he also suffered a disaster.

  Because of this big case, it caused a stir in the local area, but the municipal bureau blocked the news and filed an investigation for two years without any results. Later on, it was put aside, and since then, the villa has been abandoned like this.

  "Who was the murderer back then? Are the bizarre missing persons and murder cases that have been occurring over the past eight years related to that case from back then, or will the murderer be the same person?"

  I fell into deep thought, always feeling that there seemed to be a thread of connection, but couldn't grasp the key point. After hesitating for a while, I had no answer, shook my head and continued to flip through the cases reported near this mountain over the years.

  In May 2007, a couple who went into the mountains to chop firewood disappeared and their fate remains unknown.

  In September 2007, three college students went into the mountains for an on-site investigation and only found three headless corpses.

  In 2008...

  As I turned the pages, my expression became increasingly heavy. The files recorded a total of fifteen or sixteen cases from start to finish, all of which were shocking and had not been solved, becoming unsolved mysteries. From then on, this place became a taboo for local people, who felt that there was something ominous or vengeful spirits present, and no one dared to climb the mountain alone anymore.

  However, people who come to Jiangzhou from other places for work and life are unaware of this. After all, the police have not cracked the case, there is no clue, and it is impossible to make these things public, so they still belong to a state of blockade and concealment.

  This is absolutely a place of great misfortune!

  I couldn't help but furrow my brow, take a long deep breath, and feel a chill surrounding me, sending shivers down my spine. Compared to previous cases, this one seemed somewhat unusual, with an eerie aura permeating every aspect, hinting at the presence of great terror!

  At this time, it started raining outside the window, pattering and pounding against the glass in the dead of night, like the tide on the beach, wave after wave surging up to my heart.

  I stood up, poured a cup of tea, and stood in front of the window, hugging my arms, quietly gazing at the smoky and rainy world outside. The heavy rain pattered against the outer window, and I looked at my own blurry shadow, as if it had changed into that of a stranger.

  On a stormy night, the indoor lighting is like orange, quiet and soundless, making the room add a few suffocating atmosphere.

  Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

  I turned around to the desk and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

  "Brother Yu, it's me!" A clear and beautiful voice rang out.

  "I know, you're still awake?"

  "I couldn't sleep, and it's raining outside again, just like that night four years ago!" On the other end of the phone, there was a moment of silence, only Su Yao's rapid breathing could be heard, as if she still had lingering fears about that nightmare from four years ago.

  "It's all over, don't think about it anymore, just treat it as a disaster. After the disaster is over, there will be good fortune." I comforted her.

  Su Yao hummed in response, seeming to relax a bit after hearing my words of comfort. A hint of a smile crept into her voice: "Brother Yu, I've written a novella about that thrilling experience we had when we first met four years ago. It's going to be serialized in a mystery magazine soon! I just sent a copy to your email, take a look when you have time!"

  I said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "You really plan to write detective suspense novels in your spare time?"

  "Yes, I'm going to write out those bizarre and mysterious blood cases from our department's files in a suspenseful way. The real case files will be the main thread, and after my embellishments and editing, they'll definitely sell extremely well! Hehe, Yu Ge, you're the male lead!"

  "Me? Forget it, writing me as a famous detective isn't humiliating me, is it? We're not real detectives, just assistants. I'm worried that colleagues will mock me, saying I want to be famous and have gone crazy. No way, I'd rather keep my dignity!"

  On the other end of the phone, Su Yao couldn't help but giggle, suddenly realizing that her normally serious brother Yu also had a sense of humor.

  "I don't care, in my heart, you are a great hero!" Su Yao suddenly said something inexplicable, making me feel a little proud.

  "Brother Yu, you're going to steal the soul again tonight. I hope you can keep your original heart and not get too deep into the play, hurting your own nerves." Su Yao said softly with concern.

  "Don't worry, I will!" As soon as she hung up the phone, I shook my head and sighed to Su Yao, really not knowing how to deal with this relationship.

  Although I knew some of her little thoughts and considered her a bosom friend, due to my professional relationship, my mental state was very poor, making me unwilling to get too involved in romantic relationships. As a medium, I had seen too many deaths, mixed with the resentment and fear emotions of the dead, and there were curses on me in the dark, which would lead to unfortunate events in my life, and most of them did not end well. I didn't want to drag her down with me.

  I sat in front of the computer desk, logged on to the webpage and opened my mailbox. As expected, I saw an email from Su Yeo. After downloading it, I casually flipped through it.

  Midnight Murder on the Last Train

  The eye-catching title makes one's pores stand on end, as if a mysterious chill can emanate from the computer desktop.

  The story goes like this: On a rainy night, a female college student had just finished her evening tutoring session and was sitting on the last bus. The rain outside was heavy, the night was dark, and there were few passengers left in the car. The female college student was very tired and sleepy, and she fell asleep in a daze in the back seat. She didn't know how long it had been when she was suddenly awakened by a scream. When the female college student opened her eyes, she suddenly found that the passenger in front of her had his head chopped off, blood spraying everywhere, the head rolling around, and the bus was filled with shrill screams. Several people were already dead, and soon it would be her turn. The executioner was none other than the bus driver...

  I just read one page and I couldn't help but admire Su Yao's writing skills, the entire article is filled with a sense of eerie horror and bloody scenes that seem to leap off the page, making me feel chilled to the bone, it even gave me goosebumps.

  After more than ten minutes, I saw half of the article and felt that the plot was a bit exaggerated. I remembered that only four people died that night, but she wrote it as seven people, with the number of victims almost doubling.

  And turned me into a great detective hero, not only handsome and good-looking, but also skilled in martial arts, tracking down the bus through some clues, just as the female college student was about to be harmed, suddenly arrived, decisively subdued the murderer, saved her, but the murder case is far from over, because they were taken to a desolate graveyard by the bus, and even more terrifying events occurred...

  "This is a bit of a stretch, isn't it?!" I was speechless and casually closed the document. Otherwise, who knows what kind of absurd plot twists would appear later, like zombies or vengeful spirits.

  I closed my eyes, trying to recall the scene that night. The black tombstones, the scattered piles of earth, the withered grass, and the wailing of stray cats in the distance, which sounded like the cries of children, sent shivers down my spine. The bus driver was a schizophrenic because two fugitives had broken into his home on the outskirts one night, stealing money and food, and before leaving, they killed his wife, children, and parents out of fear that he would report them to the police. A happy family was destroyed, and from then on, his mind was severely traumatized. He hated strangers and often took the last bus to the outskirts to kill people and bury their bodies, seeking revenge against society.

  There must be a pitiful side to someone who is hated. No one is born a murderer, and the environment and experiences of their later life are too important for a person!

  I got up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and returned to my bedroom. The thing I dread most about the day is sleep, because of my special occupation, I often have insomnia and nightmares, so every time I fall asleep, there are always very terrifying images or death experiences that reappear in my mind.

  Tonight will be another sleepless night with many dreams!