The analysis also pointed out the reasons. It turned out that the victim knew the taxi driver, and the two were friends. However, the victim had an affair with the driver’s wife behind his back. When the taxi driver found out, he went to confront him, but ended up being brutally murdered and his body was packed into a suitcase and dumped into a river. Coincidentally, the day of the cri was the driver’s seventh day of death.
Another newspaper was flipped open, this ti the story marked in red was about the Ghostface Old Woman, and the dead person in the photograph was a young woman.
According to the author’s description, this woman was unfilial, abused her in-laws, and starved her mother-in-law to death. As a result, she was sought after by the Fierce Ghost and fell to her death from a building.
...
Several stories in a row, one more far-fetched than the last, without exception were all scripts of vengeful ghosts. To Yang Xiao, these stories seed cliché to the point of no return. Moreover, the narratives of the several stories were full of contradictions, clearly fabricated to attract attention.
At the sa ti, Yang Xiao noticed that these crude stories all ca from a contributor by the na of Eye of Truth.
Judging by the number of newspapers, this contributor had published at least dozens of such articles, quite prolific indeed.
The woman in the trench coat stretched out her hand, pointing to the byline marked Eye of Truth, "This Eye of Truth is not one person; it’s a small group, including Fei Yong, Sha ihui, and Hu Yuan. They were the trio who started it together."
"The three that died?" Che Xuechun’s expression showed surprise.
The woman in the trench coat nodded. "These three died within a week of each other. We suspect it was these newspapers that got them into trouble."
Upon hearing this, Yu Dagui picked up a newspaper, shook it out, and said unapologetically, "These stories are all made up. You can’t possibly fail to see that, can you?"
"The stories might be fake, but the photos are real; moreover, they all happened in this city right beneath our feet," the woman in the trench coat said seriously.
"Photos?"
Everyone was startled and imdiately started to examine the photos accompanying each story. Indeed, the photos were blurry but lacked the stiff posing of staged photos. On the contrary, each one was vivid in a sinister sort of way.
At that mont, Yang Xiao suddenly had an ominous premonition, "These photographs... they wouldn’t all have been taken by them, would they?"
"Yes, they ford a group. Wherever there was an accident, they would rush over imdiately. Sotis, they could even get close to the bodies and take clearer photos before the police arrived." The woman in the trench coat frowned as she spoke.
"They were just three students, ordinarily honest and well-behaved, with no deep enmities. I think the problem lies in these photos and stories. They have angered the relatives of the deceased. So, they sought revenge in secret. My demand is for you to find the murderer and kill him for ," the woman in the trench coat raised her voice.
"Are there any clues to the case?" the normally timid Wen Chongxian asked with a bit of effort.
"There are. The police suspect the killer is a woman because an incomplete high-heeled shoe print was found at the cri scene," the woman in the trench coat answered.
Yang Xiao put down the newspaper in his hand, "Do you have any photos of the cri scene from that year? Preferably clearer ones."
"Not right now, maybe we can get them tomorrow," the woman in the trench coat glanced at Yang Xiao, her tone not quite certain.
Glancing at her wristwatch for the ti, the woman in the trench coat stood upright, "Now, I’ll explain the next arrangents. For the convenience of your investigation, I’ll divide you into three groups. One group will stay at this hotel, and the other two groups will go to the villa and the rental house, respectively. I’ve rented all three cri scenes; each night, one of you must stay there."
"Rember, only one person. The other two mbers of the sa group will stay nearby. I’ve rented six more rooms."
Without giving the others a chance to object, the woman took out nine keys from her bag and distributed them to Yang Xiao and the others.
Yang Xiao took the keys, which had a tag attached indicating Qi Chi Courtyard Block 3—presumably, one of the cri scenes among the villas.
Clutching his key, Yu Dagui’s face showed a slight change, "Why stay separately? We prefer to live together as three."
However, the woman in the trench coat coldly shut him down, leaving Yu Dagui with no ground to argue, "That’s also fine, if you’re not afraid of being found by the police."
Yu Dagui, familiar with script routines, said no more. It seed this was an unwritten rule of the mission. He suspected if they lived together, there was a real possibility that the police would co knocking.
And according to their identities in the script, if they were caught, they would undoubtedly be killed, either shot to death or perishing at the hands of the Fierce Ghost.
"To facilitate contact between us, each of you will have a cell phone. My number is already saved in there," she said while producing nine mobile phones from her purse as if by magic, all old-fashioned devices with black-and-white screens and keypads.
At the sa ti, the woman looked at everyone with an unusually serious expression, "Rember, to ensure your safety, the three of you staying at the cri scenes must call at 10 p.m. and 11 p.m. every night. This is very important!"
"Is there so kind of danger?" asked Yang Xiao, feigning confusion.
"After the police investigated the scenes, they confird that all three victims died between 9 p.m. and midnight. Based on various traces, they suspect that the killer has a certain type of extre OCD, an extre perfectionist. You living there may enrage them, attracting them to commit another cri," the woman in the trench coat said frankly.
"So... we’re bait?" Ju Juan’s expression was one of panic.
"Yes," the woman in the trench coat nodded calmly, "Everything has a price. If you want to survive and leave this place, you must do as I say."
After giving her instructions, the woman in the trench coat stood up, ready to leave. Yang Xiao quickly took a few steps forward to stop her. The woman looked Yang Xiao up and down with an impatient expression, "Sothing else?"
"It’s nothing much, just a question that I can’t figure out." Yang Xiao smiled, "Benefactor Miss, why are you helping to find the killer for these three?"
"It’s simple. My na is Fei Rou. Fei Yong was my brother. Our parents divorced, and my mother took to grow up abroad. I even took foreign nationality. But my relationship with my brother has always been very close," Fei Rou sighed gently.
"I see," Yang Xiao nodded, understanding why Fei Rou could rent a room at this hotel.
As Fei Rou reached the door and was about to leave, she suddenly paused, turned around, "Everyone, rember what I’ve told you. At 10 p.m. and 11 p.m., you must call to report your safety. And, I advise you all to be obedient and not get any funny ideas."
"I’m Fei Rou, a person who keeps her word. As long as you find the killer, I will make sure you leave safely."
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