Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Red Rain

  "It's just dawn, at the South Gate Catholic Church. Husband, what have you been busy with these past few days? Is there a big case or something? You've even postponed our wedding."

  "Hehe...... Wife, I'm sorry. Didn't I accompany you here early this morning to ask if there were any seats available?"

  "You're still smiling, if it wasn't for you postponing the wedding, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble finding a church and a pastor."

  The girl said as she walked up the stairs, suddenly touched her face and asked: Is it raining outside?

  "What are you talking about? Are you still dreaming and haven't woken up yet? It's a sunny day, why is it raining?"

  "It's clearly raining, how can you say it isn't? She looked at her fingers, ah... why are they red?"

  What is red?

  "You see the raindrops are red."

  "How is it possible? Are you kidding me again?"

  "It's true, look at this," she said, stretching out her slender white fingers.

  He took a sniff and grabbed her hand, putting it under his nose. "Damn," he cursed, "this smells like blood."

  He finished speaking and ran down the stairs, turned around to look at the top of the church, only to see a person tied up on the big cross, hanging their head, with hair covering their face, looking like they had just died.

  Rushed to the nearby telephone booth, Hello, is that Xing? I'm Yang Tao, I'm at Nanguan Catholic Church now, there's been a homicide here, come quickly.

  Bang bang... Ouyang Zhen, who had been awake for a whole day and night, had just returned to the police station from the Sun family when he heard a knock at the door.

  "Ouyang Zhen rubbed his temples with his fingers and said weakly: Come in."

  Xing Fei walked in and said: "Director, we've already investigated the phone number. It was a public telephone booth near Nanguan Catholic Church that made the call. And Yang Tao just called to say that there's been a homicide at Nanguan Catholic Church. The phone he used is the same one as the ghost head's. I suspect the victim is Sun Hao."

  "How is this possible? Didn't the Sun family pay the ransom? Doesn't he have any credibility to kill someone after that? Isn't there an unwritten rule in the underworld that once the ransom is paid, you can't harm the person?"

  Xing Fei shook his head and said: This person can't be judged by common sense, from the beginning of Sun Hao's disappearance to now, we don't even know why he did this.

  "If the deceased is really Sun Hao, it makes me even more confused. If it's a revenge killing, what game is he playing with us? If it's for money, the Sun family has already paid, but he still killed him."

  "Ouyang Zhen stood up: No need to say more, let's go and take a look."

  The police can't keep up with the journalists, now the square in front of the Catholic church is packed with people. Among them are TV reporters and newspaper reporters, holding cameras or taking pictures.

  The sound of police sirens grew louder, and over a dozen police cars sped in. After a brief screeching of brakes, Ouyang Zhen and Xing Fei were the first to get out of their vehicle, instructing the officers to seal off the scene.

  Then he came before Yang Tao who had been waiting anxiously and asked: Where is the deceased?

  Yang Tao pointed at the top of the church and said: It's there.

  "Ouyang Zhen and Xing Fei looked up to see the deceased hanging his head, tied to a cross."

  "Damn it!" Xing Fei cursed. "How did you get him up there?" Xing Fei ordered someone to go find the fire department and borrow a cloud ladder to help.

  Before long, a fire truck came over and set up a cloud ladder.