"I heard it was Old Man Song from the village entrance. Oh dear, Old Man Song died such a horrible death! I heard he was stabbed more than a dozen times!"
"Not only was he stabbed more than a dozen times, but I also heard that the killer was a pervert who carved Peppa Pig on the victim's face after the murder!"
"That's nonsense. I didn't hear about one Peppa Pig, but two, one on the face and one on the cheek."
"You all don't know this, do you? I saw it with my own eyes. It's not two Peppa Pigs, it's the whole Peppa Pig family! One on each cheek, and one on each bottom too!"
A dark-faced policeman standing nearby couldn't stand it anymore: "Are you all just bored and have nothing better to do? Why are you spreading rumors out of thin air?"
"Hey, officer, we were just curious, but I heard that Old Song really has something carved on his face. Can you give us a heads-up, did he actually get it or not?"
The dark-faced policeman looked around. "It's nothing to tell you, it's not a secret. You can all think about what this symbol means! I'll tell you, there's a white skull imprinted on the deceased's face, and below the skull are four small words: 'Demon Forum.' This is really puzzling. What does it mean?" The dark-faced policeman frowned.
"Hey! I thought it was something important, but it's just the name of an online forum," a young man in his twenties said.
"Oh? Very good, very good! Your reminder is very likely!" The dark-faced man's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over to report.
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News of Song Laopi's murder spread throughout Feng County in a very short time. What intrigued people most was the skull and the words "Demon Forum" printed on Song Laopi's face. As a result, many people immediately turned on their computers and searched for "Demon Forum" on Baidu upon seeing the news.
When people saw the dark style of the Demon Forum and the logo pattern that was exactly the same as the one printed on Song Laopi's face, they were stunned. They thought it was just a prank, but they didn't expect that there was really such a forum. Who is the creator of this forum? Does he have such a big guts?
One person sees it, and another follows; one tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and the information spreads at an incredible speed. This includes the police, of course. Anyone with a modicum of sense knows that the creator of this monstrous forum is closely connected to Song Laopi's death, or perhaps the creator of this monstrous forum is the murderer! The police immediately organized a cyber police investigation, but to the bewilderment of all the cyber police officers, this monstrous forum had no IP address. This was absurd; anyone with even a basic understanding of computers knows that to access the internet, you need an IP address. How could anyone access it without an IP address?
The county's cyber police were at a loss and could only seek help from the city, province, and even the top cyber police in the country. When all the cyber police were helpless, the case finally exploded online like a nuclear bomb.
Everyone knows that searching for "demon" or "demon forum" on Baidu will bring it up as the first result, but searching for its address always yields nothing, as if the forum doesn't exist at all. The police did consider asking Baidu for help; they did, but the result was the same as everyone else's search: nothing, no way to trace it.
Countless hackers attempted to breach the evil forum, but all failed miserably and ended up with a humiliating defeat.
Online opinions on the murderer are polarized. One group believes that Song Laopi's crimes were heinous, and after decades on the run, his execution was justified, and the killer deserved it. The other group believes that while Song Laopi deserved to die, he should have been handed over to the police for trial, rather than being executed privately; doing so would simply be punishing one wrong for another.
Despite the heated online debate, none of it concerned Ma Xiaoniu. He felt much better after a good night's sleep, and thinking about the little girl's tragic end, he felt at peace. It would be an injustice if such a wicked person didn't die!
The mission had already been marked as complete; perhaps this mission was quite challenging, as it actually rewarded me with two points of physique. Having just killed someone, the psychological burden was too heavy, so I didn't feel anything. Now that I've recovered, I feel refreshed and full of energy. My current physique should be equivalent to that of someone who has practiced martial arts for a long time.
I checked my watch; it was 2 PM. The task continued. This was a task unique to me and had nothing to do with the system.
Step out of the yard and activate your super sense of smell.
A strong stench of blood wafted from the west; my superhuman sense of smell had already given me the answer—it was the smell of Song Laopi's blood. A faint stench of blood also wafted from five miles to the east; we'd have to get there to find out what had happened.
After leaving the courtyard and walking five miles east, Ma Xiaoniu finally found the place. A faint, blood-red mist drifted out from an abandoned small factory.
Ma Xiaoniu pulled out his dagger and slowly walked over. Pressing against the wall by the gate, he slowly peeked inside. The factory had been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Ma Xiaoniu frowned and carefully observed the blood-red mist. He saw that the blood-red mist seemed to be drifting out from an abandoned well.
A well? A living person couldn't possibly hide in such a narrow well. Could it be a case of murder and body disposal?
Ma Xiaoniu slowly walked to the well, cautiously surveying his surroundings before peering inside. A crimson mist billowed out, and as he drew closer, his enhanced sense of smell activated its imaging capabilities. The mist suddenly transformed into a pale red image, clearly showing nighttime with torrential rain. A woman in her thirties, dressed in red, staggered towards the well, glancing back with a panicked expression. The factory gates were wide open, seemingly deserted. The woman in red stumbled into the factory. Just as she entered, she saw a figure emerge from the darkness—a man in a black shirt, with a square face exuding righteousness, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, and a square jaw. A faint square birthmark adorned his left cheek, but his bloodshot eyes now radiated an even more malevolent aura. The man held a sharp knife, a cold smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the factory in the downpour before slowly walking inside.
The scene shifts to the factory. The woman in red looks at the man in black with a desperate expression, then screams something at him. The man in black merely sneers and walks towards her step by step. The scene shifts again. The factory is now a scene of devastation. The woman in red lies in a pool of blood. The torrential rain pours down, and her blood flows into a nearby well. The man in black stands in the rain for a moment, then drags the woman to the well and pushes her in. He then throws the dagger he's holding into the well and turns to leave. The rain continues to fall, and in just a short while, the bloodstains on the ground have disappeared.
Ma Xiaoniu rested his chin on his hand. Looking at it this way, the red-clad woman's body was inside the well. She seemed rather weak on her own, but the black-clad man's distinctive face was easy to remember, especially the square birthmark on his left cheek. (Recently, there has been a serious issue with encoding conversion, which motivates us to update faster. Please take a moment to exit reading mode. Thank you.)
===Chapter Eleven===
Ma Xiaoniu turned and left the factory. It seemed that this matter would have to be put on hold for now. After all, the scene he saw with his super sense of smell couldn't be recorded, nor could he let others see it. If he rashly called the police, he would inevitably be implicated, and might even expose Song Laopi's affairs as well.
It was already 3:30 in the afternoon. Seeing the strong smell of blood wafting from the county town, Ma Xiaoniu made a phone call to Wang Youcai.
"Hey, I'm next to an abandoned factory about five miles east of Mazhuang. Drive over here right away." Ma Xiaoniu planned to take care of things in the county town as soon as possible. After all, his super sense of smell would be gone after today, and it would be difficult to find the suspect again.
Ma Xiaoniu has no intention of letting any evildoer get away with it.
Three minutes later, Wang Youcai arrived by car. Ma Xiaoniu got in the car and asked Wang Youcai to take him to the county town.
The car stopped in a villa area in the northwest of the county town. Ma Xiaoniu carefully observed through the car window. Sure enough, a strong smell of blood wafted from a three-story villa in the area. Looking around further, he saw that it was indeed a villa area, a place for the wealthy—clean, tidy, and covered in security cameras. This situation clearly made it inconvenient to act. Ma Xiaoniu pondered for a moment, then had an idea. He then asked Wang Youcai to come closer and whispered his plan in his ear. Wang Youcai's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up. "Brother Ma, that's a great idea! This will definitely lure that person out!"
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Kong Jinlong came from a poor family; his parents were honest and hardworking farmers. During his middle school years, Kong Jinlong aspired to make something of himself. Through his relentless efforts, he finally gained admission to university. After graduation, he was assigned to the Fengxian County Wealth Bureau. After more than a decade of hard work, Kong Jinlong finally rose to the position of deputy director of the bureau, a position he held for seven or eight years. However, his deputy position was about to become a thing of the past. Kong Jinlong had already made arrangements, and next year he would be able to take office as the director.
Thinking of this, Kong Jinlong, who was leisurely drinking tea on the third floor, couldn't help but smile.
"Bang!" The sudden loud noise startled Kong Jinlong, causing him to spill the tea in his hand.
What the hell is going on? Kong Jinlong put his teacup down on the table and looked down. He saw that there seemed to be several teenagers outside his front door, holding bricks and smashing his front door.
These are a bunch of little brats! I'll show them what I'm made of!
Kong Jinlong remained silent, quietly descending the stairs. He reached the front door and flung it open, preparing to rush forward and seize a prisoner. Suddenly, a teenage boy threw a dark, gooey substance at Kong Jinlong. Before Kong Jinlong could react, he was struck. Kong Jinlong was stunned. What the hell was this? It was sticky, smelly, and felt like excrement.
Kong Jinlong was furious. He endured the nausea and wiped the splattered excrement off his face, then roared at the group of children, "You sons of bitches, do you all want to die?!" The children scattered in a flash. Kong Jinlong wasn't about to let them get away, but there were too many children. He could only chase after the kid who had thrown the excrement at him. But after so many years as deputy director, Kong Jinlong was well-fed and healthy, how could he outrun a teenager? He only ran for a short while before he was panting and exhausted. Just as he was about to give up and accept his bad luck, the kid he was chasing turned back, holding a pool of dark stuff in his hand. Exhausted, Kong Jinlong didn't have time to dodge and was hit all over the head and face again. Kong Jinlong felt nauseous and vomited, but at the same time, his anger was ignited.
Just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover!
Kong Jinlong roared and continued his frantic chase, soon leading the boy into a dark, dead-end alley. The teenage boy reached the end of the alley, sprinted to the top of the wall, and then powerfully flipped over. Before leaving, he made a face at Kong Jinlong.
"Don't run! Damn it!" Kong Jinlong watched helplessly as the boy climbed over the wall and ran away. He was fat and strong, and it would be difficult for him to even turn over, let alone climb over the wall.
"Ptooey, ptooey!" Kong Jinlong couldn't help but vomit violently, leaning against the wall, as if he had just swallowed some cum.
"Hehe, how does it taste like shit?" A voice suddenly rang out from the alley entrance. Kong Jinlong turned around abruptly and looked over. A young man with an ordinary appearance was standing there, and behind him to the left was a burly man with a fierce-looking face and a menacing appearance.
Kong Jinlong suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a trap to lure the snake out of its hole. All of this was planned by the two people in front of him.
"Who are you? What do you want with me, Mr. Kong?"