It was the spring day of Qian Ling's thirty-three years.

At the edge of a small lake on the outskirts of the city, a scarlet blood mist was spreading in the air. What flowed through the lake was not clear water, but blood that contained a fishy stench! In the center of the pool of blood floated the organs of a human. Because of the washing of the lake water, the human organs were already turning white, making them look ugly and disgusting!

They walked all the way to the edge of the lake and stopped when they saw what was in the water.

"Mother, we came late again." Liu Xiaoli puffed his cheeks and grumbled unhappily.

The man bent Bai Bai's finger and lightly knocked on the top of the little guy's head. He squinted his eyes and asked, "What did you call me just now?"

Liu Xiaolei covered his head and pitifully pursed his lips. He unwillingly cried out, "Father …"

Only then did the man reveal a satisfied expression. He pushed the little guy's back and ordered, "Go find the corpse."

The little guy grunted and ran into the grass on its short legs. It took a while before it found its target.

"Mother, oh, no, father … The body is here. "

The man calmly walked over and shot his son a warning glance.

Liu Xiaoli hurriedly shrunk his neck and took two steps back out of grievance. He still couldn't understand why his mother wanted him to call her father even though she was clearly his mother!

Ignoring the pitiful look in the little guy's eyes, Liu Wei stuck his head out and saw a bloody female corpse lying in the grass with grievances.

Squatting down and staring at the female corpse, Liu Wei confirmed: "Just like the other eight dead bodies."

Liu Xiaoli's bright black eyes widened, "It's still that murderer? The culprit was truly spirited. From the Crooked River Clan to Fuping County, he took an entire month to travel through half of Jiangnan. Along the way, he killed every single time with the same methods.

"He's creating his own style." Liu Wei said lightly. He stood up from the ground and took his son's hand: "Perverted killer with his own aesthetic sense, he thinks that only when people die like this, will they be the most beautiful!"

Liu Xiaoli said disdainfully, "But I think it's still okay. It's not very beautiful."

Liu Wei agreed: "It's indeed not beautiful. This murderer seems to have poor education, average aesthetic standards, and a relatively simple creative method. If cutting open the stomach is beautiful, then all the butchers are artists!"

Liu knew what an artist means, and his mother had told him, so he nodded and asked, "Father, what do we do now? Should I report to the officials first or should I continue to chase them? "

Liu Wei licked his lips, "Eat breakfast first."

"What do you want to eat?"

Liu Wei thought for a moment. "Porridge with pig's blood?"

Liu Xiaoli frowned. "Father, Xiaoli just looked at the corpse and didn't want to eat the porridge."

Liu Wei said, "Porridge?"

Liu Xiaoli puffed up his cheeks. "But Xiaoli has seen human intestines, so he doesn't want to eat porridge either."

Liu Wei looked at his son in disapproval, "You are too picky with your food. You don't grow up that high."

Liu Xiaoli said with a bitter face, "Father, you did it on purpose …"

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