Introduction

The big mole muttered, "What the hell are you checking? We have no time to check."

The few people sitting below, all wearing hats, lowered their heads and exhaled clouds of smoke, yet remained silent. Director Xiaohuzi, exhausted from scolding, sat down heavily. A short man beside him, with a sheepish smile, filled the director's teacup with water and obsequiously said: "Director, please calm down. Have a cup of water. Take your time. After all, only five commoners have died, right? Just look at you. Take it easy. Hehe. Take it easy." Director Xiaohuzi shot a glance at the short man and waved his hand. He continued: "Look at this, five people: one was cut into five pieces, one was disemboweled, another had his head chopped off, and one had all his internal organs smashed into minced meat. Now there's another one who was skinned. It is said that the skin was removed perfectly, without a single knife mark, as if it had just been shed."

He adjusted his glasses and said: "You little rascal, you have the most tricks up your sleeve. Why don't you share some of your methods? We're already in this situation, and you still want to hide your talents?"

What should we do if we don't investigate that

Watching the big mole speak incessantly, Director Xiaohuzi slammed the table and shouted: "Shut the hell up! What are you telling me this for? Do you think I’m not disgusted enough? I’m telling you, I give you five days to find the murderer for me, or I will skin you alive. Get out of my sight!"

The big mole squinted with drunken eyes and lowered his voice: "Think about it, those who can do it so efficiently are naturally professionals"

A withered leaf from a phoenix tree was lifted by the night wind and suddenly stuck to the streetlamp, its large leaf slapping against the lampshade. The surroundings grew even darker. The swaying lamp head emitted a creaking sound, carried far away by the night breeze. An old cat lay against the earthen wall, its two claws gripping tightly onto the wall, long nails deeply embedded in the soil, fearing it might fall. It whimpered weakly in the wind, but its mournful sound was drowned out by the gusts of wind. An old cat lay against the earthen wall, its two claws gripping tightly onto the wall, long nails deeply embedded in the soil, fearing it might fall. It whimpered weakly in the wind, but its mournful sound was drowned out by the gusts of wind.

The dawn gradually brightened, and the wind ceased. A fine rain began to fall from the sky. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as precious as oil." The rain lightly sprinkled down, washing away the dust that had been stirred up the night before. Everywhere were specks of yellow. A sudden scream shattered the morning's tranquility. People surged into a large courtyard within the alley. There, they saw a person hanging from the beam of the courtyard door. Their clothes were set aside, along with a complete human skin. Hanging from the beam was a flayed person. Amidst the swirling rain, blood continued to drip down. The blood vessels within the tender flesh were clearly visible. At the junction of skin and flesh, there were no signs of a knife wound, as if that layer of skin had been shed from the person like the clothes lying on the ground. The human skin on the ground was spread out, resembling a balloon painted with a human face amidst the blood. One could faintly discern the original appearance of that person.

With a chuckle, the big mole said: "How about this, let's go have a drink and discuss this matter further."

The big mole cursed: "If you have any humanity, then go catch the murderer."

The street is completely deserted. Only the howling night wind stirs up the dust on the ground. The streetlights sway in the midst of the night wind, illuminating this side for a moment and that side the next. However, the areas that remain unlit appear even darker.

The big mole pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "If it really comes to that, we can only manage to get by."

Huang Er stood in the middle of the cell, staring wide-eyed with his tongue out. A wooden stick pierced through his head, entering from the left temple and exiting from the right temple. However, there were no traces of blood at either end of the stick. He looked as if he were already dead, unable to die any further. The two were taken aback and hurriedly rushed into the room. To their astonishment, they saw a large character for "injustice" written in blood on the wall opposite Huang Er. Looking at Huang Er's wide-open eyes, the two were filled with dread and quickly called for others to come over. The glasses-wearer took a look and said, "Well, it's good that he's dead. But how did this guy die? It's impossible for anyone else to have come in here. If it were suicide, this method of dying couldn't possibly be a suicide!"

Night, a pitch-black night. The sky is overcast with dense clouds. The moon and stars are obscured by thick dark clouds, revealing not a glimmer of light

With a sidelong glance, he slapped the table: "By the way, let's go investigate those who are slaughtering pigs."

Not long after that person passed by, a vague black shadow also flew past under the streetlight. However, no shadow was cast beneath the light. The shadow darted quickly, adding an eerie atmosphere to this spring night, which was still caught between warmth and chill. A scream pierced the darkness, quickly drowned out by the howling wind. No one noticed at all. The deep night remained deep, and those in slumber continued to sleep.

Several individuals conducted extensive research but were unable to arrive at a conclusion. Ultimately, they could only report that Huang Er committed suicide out of fear of punishment. This matter was thus left unresolved. Although Huang Er's case came to an end, the series of murders did not. Shortly thereafter, Da Mozi was found dead in his home, his head severed. After some time, Yan Jipian was discovered dead at his mistress's residence, his abdomen slashed open. The fat man was found dead in the police station's duty room, dismembered into five pieces. Xieyan was hung at the city gate, his skin flayed, placed aside with an exceptionally perfect technique. After a while, Yan Jipian was found dead at his mistress's home, his abdomen cut open. The fat man was discovered dead in the police station's duty room, chopped into five pieces. Xieyan was hung at the city gate, his skin removed, placed aside with an extraordinarily perfect method. Finally, even Director Xiao Huzi was found dead in his home, his internal organs shattered into pieces. Following this series of events, rumors proliferated in the streets and alleys. There were all sorts of claims, including that Huang Er was not the murderer and that the real killer had revealed his skills. There were also assertions that those individuals were all killed by Huang Er's ghost, claiming that Huang Er was the reincarnation of a hellish executioner sent to cleanse the area of evildoers. In a short time, everyone felt uneasy, and in the end, the matter was left unresolved, becoming an unsolved case of the Republic.

The person with slanted eyes furrowed their brow and said, "Is what we are doing..."

Finally, the sycamore leaves that had been beating against the lampshade were blown away. The streetlight returned to its previous brightness. The dim yellow light fell upon the face of a person. A repulsive face appeared. A nose that was turned up, a mouth full of black and yellow corn teeth. Two thin lips. A pair of small eyes half-open and half-closed. On the pockmarked face, there was a hint of redness, clearly a sign of having consumed a lot of alcohol. He walked all the way to beneath the streetlight. Facing the lamp post, he unfastened his pants, and the sound of water mixed with the wind.

In the conference room of the police department, smoke swirled around. The director, sporting a small mustache, erupted in fury: "Tell me, how many times has this happened? Speak! Since the Republic of China, when has such a major incident occurred here? A bunch of good-for-nothings. Good-for-nothings!"

A bespectacled fellow said, "Isn't that so? The director is really pressing us. What are we to do?"

The big mole led a few police officers outside. He said to them, "Guys, what the hell are we going to do? This guy is just too damn professional. Even if we can find this method of killing, we still won't be able to catch him, damn it"

The onlookers, unable to confront such a scene, quickly retched. For a time, the sounds of dry heaving were incessant. It was not until the personnel from the police headquarters arrived that everything was dealt with

The eyeglass lens pushed the glasses and asked: "Do you mean that we should..."

A person with a large mole on his face raised his head and said with a pout: "Indeed, Director, you haven't seen it. I saw it quite clearly this morning. The skin was peeled off, www.hetushu.com.com was truly intact. The whole body was soaked in water, just like that guy was still alive. The hanging corpse looked just like a piece of pork."

The large mole continued in a lowered voice: "It was in the alley where the incident occurred this morning. There is a butcher named Huang Er who came from out of town. This kid has no relatives here and lives in that alley. He is also a butcher. Hehe..."

It is said that Huang Er was arrested by the police, who claim he is the murderer. Discussions have begun to circulate in the streets and alleys. When people recall Huang Er's face, they all feel certain he must be the killer. However, Huang Er, now in prison, remains remarkably defiant. No matter how many people subject him to severe interrogation, he refuses to utter a word. He does not even sign any confession. For a time, several officers find themselves at a loss. As days pass, Huang Er is tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, yet he still does not confess, leaving the officers increasingly anxious. Fifteen days have passed with thirty court sessions. On the sixteenth day, the big-nosed man and the squint-eyed man arrived early at the cell, intending to bring Huang Er for another court session. However, upon reaching the prison gate and looking inside, the two men couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The overweight man, disregarding his drink, nodded and said: "Just get to the point, the situation is already critical. In five days, I believe the director will have us killed."

The big mole snorted: "Damn it, we are already on fire, what does it matter whether it is or not? Besides, you have done this before too."

A few people did not understand. The big mole continued, saying: "Professionals, that is, those who specialize in these tasks, for example, pig slaughterers?"

The sidelong glance disappeared, and with a chuckle, he said: "It can only be this way; I agree. What do you all say?" A few people exchanged glances; what other options were there? They could only handle it this way to get by.

A few people exchanged glances and nodded, then followed the big mole outside

A few people glanced at the large mole and quietly asked, "How to handle the report? And - illustrations - books"

In the tavern, several people were already feeling drowsy. The man with a large mole grabbed a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth. Speaking indistinctly, he said: "I do have a method here, but I don't know if it will work"

The person with slanted eyes nodded slightly, then shook their head: "But this is a matter of life and death. Can we really go through with this?"

At this moment, a figure appeared at one end of the street. Staggering, it walked deeper into the street, humming a little tune. The footsteps were light and airy, as if the wild wind could blow him away at any moment

He glanced sideways at him and then realized that his own glass of wine had hardly been touched. After taking another sip of his wine, he said: "Just speak up, don't keep us in suspense. We are all ears, following your lead."

The big mole closed his mouth, wanting to say something, but upon seeing the murderous gaze of the little mustached director, he shook his head, waved at a few people, and mumbled as he walked out. Only the little mustached director remained in the conference room, seething with anger

The fat man gave the squinting person a sharp look and said, "Shut up. Let him finish speaking."

Huang Er, the butcher, stands here all alone, usually silent and reserved. However, he has a rather fierce appearance. If it weren't for the substantial weight of his meat, people would not dare to buy from him.

A squint-eyed man raised his wine glass and downed it in one gulp. However, he was slapped on the side by a fat man: "Damn it, it's you again. I said, why is mine always gone? Why do you have to drink my wine when you have your own?"

Until the sound of water ceased, he shook himself and muttered to himself, "Smoking against the wind, urinating with the wind. Heh heh, that makes a lot of sense." However, he was indeed urinating against the wind, and his pants and shoes were already soaked in a large area. This man was completely unaware and continued to hum a tuneless melody as he walked into the street

The big mole nodded and said, "At that time, we will interrogate him severely; as long as he confesses, we can wrap things up."