A rainy night in Lincheng always carried a sticky, chilling dampness, with raindrops slamming against the asphalt and kicking up murky splashes. At three in the morning, the telephone inside the municipal police bureau rang abruptly, shattering the stillness within. Chen Feng, head of the Major Crimes Unit, sat up sharply from his duty cot, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and snatched up the receiver. On the other end, the caller’s voice trembled incoherently as they described a terrifying scene inside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
Chen Feng quickly rallied his team members and drove to the scene. The heavy iron gate of the abandoned factory was half-open, and a dim, yellowish light swayed in the wind and rain, seeming as though it could go out at any moment. Stepping into the factory, a pungent smell of blood hit them head-on, causing Chen Feng to frown deeply. In the center of the factory, a corpse lay in a pool of blood in a bizarre posture; the victim's eyes were wide open, his face distorted, and his hands nailed to the ground, with a mysterious symbol drawn in blood beside him.
The forensic pathologist quickly began the examination, making a preliminary assessment that the time of death was around one in the morning, and the cause of death was a sharp weapon piercing the heart. Chen Feng squatted down, carefully observing the scene as an inexplicable sense of unease welled up in his heart. This crime scene was far too unusual; the killer seemed to be conv…
Chapter 251