Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

parallel world.

Dawn City, District 5.

A cordon tightly encircled a bungalow, and the red and blue flashing lights of police cars pierced the darkness of the early morning.

Lei Zhen, the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Fifth District Police Station, crossed the police line, and a strong smell of blood hit him.

The scene of the crime resembled a slaughterhouse.

The middle-aged male victim lay slumped on the sofa, his head drooping at an exaggerated angle, his carotid artery neatly severed. High-pressure jets of blood splattered across the TV wall, creating a crimson fan shape, and even splashed onto the ceiling chandelier, dripping down.

The middle-aged female victim lay dead at the kitchen doorway, her abdomen ripped open with a sharp blade, her organs and intestines spilling out, mixed with undigested food, spilling onto the floor, emitting a smell that challenged the limits of human physiology.

In the bedroom, the young female victim lay supine by the bed, her body covered with numerous deep stab wounds that exposed the bone, especially on her chest and abdomen. A clearly blunt knife was still embedded in her sternum, with only the hilt protruding.

"Boss."

Liu Wei, the leader of the first criminal investigation team, strode forward and handed over a report, his face pale.

"The identities of the three deceased have been confirmed. The deceased is a middle-aged man, Zhao Dayou, 52 years old; a middle-aged woman, Li Xiulian, 49 years old; and a young woman, Zhao Xiaoya, 25 years old."

He paused, then added, "The household registration system comparison results are in. The three deceased are Zhao Qiang's parents and sister."

Lei Zhen took the report, his gaze sweeping over the names, his brows furrowing.

Zhao Qiang.

The seriously ill man opened his eyes.