Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 532 The Deadly Female Ghost 3

However, if the physical body is destroyed, the energy of the soul itself will also be greatly weakened.

Mei Ruohua is now a vengeful ghost.

If the physical body is gone, the strength will immediately decrease.

If the corpse is buried in a feng shui auspicious location, absorbing the yin energy of heaven and earth, it is almost certain to evolve into a fierce ghost in the future.

"Brother Jian, where are we going now?"

Qiu Gang'ao was in charge of driving, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road as he asked the question.

Li Jian glanced at his watch, feeling that it was about time, and said, "Go directly to the location provided by Lao Yuan and try to catch those four suspects in one fell swoop."

"Received!" Qiu Gang'ao stepped on the gas, and the car sped forward.

When Li Jian and the others arrived.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, I smelled a strong stench of blood.

Those who were used to dealing with crime scenes changed their expressions immediately.

"not good!"

With a thud, everyone jostled and scrambled as they ran upstairs.

We waited until we reached the door.

A chilling sound emanated continuously from the gaps in the security iron door.

The muffled crackling sounds were like someone repeatedly whipping something with a water-soaked rattan cane; each sound carried the thud of flesh colliding with bones and flesh, mixed with the sound of objects shattering.

What followed was a heart-wrenching wail.

One could vaguely discern more than one voice; some were rough and hoarse, while others were high-pitched and distorted, clearly indicating that several men were enduring inhuman torture.

The door panel trembled slightly with the movement inside.

"Open the door quickly!"

Yuan Haoyun turned the doorknob and found the door locked.

"It's locked from the inside! Should we call a locksmith?"

Chen Jiaju said, "By the time the locksmith arrives, it'll be too late. Watch me."

Chen Jiaju took a few steps back, then suddenly lunged forward and kicked the security door.

"Bang!"

A deafening bang shook the entire door frame violently, as if even the walls were trembling.

The iron gate was deformed after being kicked by Chen Jiaju.

But they are still holding on.

Liang Nengren, standing to the side, chuckled slyly, "Inspector Chen, you're not up to par either. Did you overdo it with your wife yesterday and are you feeling weak now?"

Chen Jiaju glared at him and kicked him again.

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Jiaju grew up drinking cow's blood and had double bones, it would be a different story.

The sturdy security door couldn't even last two rounds before it succumbed to Chen Jiaju's iron hooves.

Boom——

The iron gate collapsed with a thud, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

When the dust settled and everyone could see the situation inside the room, they couldn't help but gasp.

The room was in complete disarray. The dining table in the center of the living room had been overturned, and an electric cooker was placed on a man's head.

The man slumped against the wall, his fate unknown.

Liang Nengren walked over and lifted the electric cooker that was covering the man's head.

"Fuck me!"

Beneath the electric cooker was a face that had been boiled to a pulp, its eyeballs bursting out, leaving two black holes.

The man's mouth was wide open, and a meaty aroma wafted from it.

Ugh, ugh, ugh—Apart from Li Jian and Chen Jiaju, everyone else present couldn't help but gag.

That's absolutely disgusting.

There was also a man's figure, hunched over, leaning against the mottled wall.

His neck was tightly wrapped with coils of black telephone wire, the soft rubber embedded deep into his flesh, leaving purplish-red grooves on his pale skin.

His tongue hung limply on the outside of his chin, its swollen, purplish surface covered with tiny beads of blood.

His entire face was a horrifying bluish-gray, like a plaster statue soaked in stagnant blood. The blood vessels in his eye sockets were as dense as a spider web, his eyeballs bulged, and his pupils were unfocused.

Yuan Haoyun held up two fingers under the man's nose and shook his head, saying, "He's not breathing."

There were only two men in the living room.

They've already kicked the bucket.

"Go check the bedroom!"

When Wu Ma entered the bedroom, she was also stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

A man's body was seen hanging from the bedroom ceiling, with dozens of electrical wires threaded through it, and blood dripping down the wires.

Dozens of wires of varying thicknesses pierced his body in a radial pattern, protruding from his chest, abdomen, limbs, and even neck, with exposed copper wires mixed with the insulating rubber and bloody, mangled wounds.

Dark red blood slowly crawled along the cold metal lines, dripping down one by one, leaving shocking dots on the faded wooden floor.

His head slumped limply, his face, bluish-purple, peeking out from his disheveled hair. His eyes were wide open but lifeless, his pupils filled with the extreme fear of his impending death.

The air, thick with the smell of rust and burnt metal, gently swayed the blood-stained wires, causing the corpses to creak softly, like worn-out marionettes.

"This is fucking weird!"

Wu Ma and the others were terrified when they saw this scene.

Everyone present was a seasoned veteran who had witnessed countless crime scenes, but this was the first time they had ever seen such a bizarre sight.

Each person died in a different way, but all of them were eerie.

Liang Nengren walked over to Li Jian with his arms crossed and whispered, "Brother Jian, I don't think this is something a human would do."

Chen Jiaju sneered, "If it wasn't made by a human, was it made by a ghost?"

Liang Nengren stubbornly replied, "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Just as the two were arguing, Yuan Haoyun's voice came from the kitchen: "There's still someone alive here!"

Everyone immediately swarmed to the kitchen door.

The scene in the kitchen was far more gruesome than in the other rooms.

A man who looked like He Jiaju was lying on the kitchen floor with more than a dozen knives stuck in his body.

the strange thing is.

These dozen or so knives, each one avoiding vital points, penetrated extremely deep into the flesh.

One of the sharp knives even pierced through the man's thigh, pinning him to the ground.

Blood was everywhere, and the man was barely breathing; he was about to die.

Liang Nengren exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, he's not dead even after being stabbed like that?"

The man opened his eyes and said weakly, "Sir, don't tease me. Call an ambulance quickly, I'm almost bleeding to death."

Li Jian didn't understand why Mei Ruohua wanted to leave one survivor.

However, if there are injured people, an ambulance must be called immediately.

Soon.

An ambulance arrived at the scene and took away the only survivor.

Gu Zechen, Lin Tingting, and Gao Yanbo, who had just met, also arrived at the scene again.

Gao Yanbo glanced at the scene briefly, then looked at Li Jian with a complicated expression and said, "Li sir, I've noticed that you're really special. You manage to come across such a bizarre case."

I think you really should go to the temple and pray.

Li Jian laughed and said, "There's no need for Timo Sir to worry about that. I need to take the brothers to the hospital, so I'll leave this place to you."

Li Jian is playing the brand name.

However, we must follow the procedures.

Three people died and one was seriously injured.

Even in Hong Kong, this would be a major case that would cause a stir.