Execution

After entering the building, he went up the stairs. There were surveillance cameras in the elevators, so he obviously would not take the elevator.

Qian Shang lived on the 11th floor. After walking for about ten minutes, Su Mo arrived at the 11th floor. He looked left and right, no one was around, perfect.

Then, very naturally, he knocked on Qian Shang's door. Soon, the door opened, and Qian Shan looked at Su Mo and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Su Mo revealed a bright smile: "Uncle, hello. I'm here looking for Lawyer Qian. He asked me to come to his home to meet him. May I ask if he's back yet?"

Qian Shan nodded slightly. This was not the first time this had happened. People often came looking for Qian Shang. He was a lawyer after all, and interacted with many people.

So Qian Shan took a few steps back to let Su Mo in.

After Su Mo said "Excuse me for intruding," he very naturally walked inside, and then the door closed behind him.

Just as Qian Shan closed the door and was about to turn around, the stun gun was already pressed against his neck. Qian Shan's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Su Mo held Qian Shan to prevent him from falling and making any noise. Then he gently placed him on the ground and started preparing.

He had worn gloves and booties, of course. First he slipped a noose around Qian Shan's neck, then threaded the other end through a ceiling light fixture, and finally pulled hard to string Qian Shan up.

Two minutes later, Qian Shan had not struggled at all. His tongue was already lolling out, his face dark purple, he had suffocated to death.

Su Mo loosened the rope, then stroked his chin with his right hand, muttering to himself, "It seems that after being stunned by a stun gun, you won't react to intense bodily stimuli in a short period of time.

I've gained another bit of knowledge, not bad, not bad."

After killing Qian Shan, he just stood by the door and waited quietly. At around 8:30, Su Mo heard footsteps in the hallway. He knew Qian Shang had returned.

The sound of keys inserted into the lock, then the door opened the next second. As soon as Qian Shang's body entered, Su Mo's smiling face met Qian Shang's eyes.

At the same time, the stun gun was also pressed against Qian Shang's neck. "You... you..."

Su Mo gently closed the door, then looked at the fainted Qian Shang: "Me? I'm here to kill you. Let me introduce myself, my name is... Nevermind, I won't tell you, you're going to die anyway."

After messing with him sadistically, he dragged Qian Shang under the ceiling light and tied the other end of the rope around Qian Shang's neck. This was a bit tiring, but it would be fun soon.

At the same time, Su Mo released the split personality of a contrasting pervert from his mind. His emotions surged out instantly.

His expression became hideous. While viciously strangling Qian Shang's neck with the rope, he growled, "Aren't you a good person? Don't you shine so brightly? Aren't you an elite? A highly educated intellectual?

Why? Why did you kill 3 people?

Why did you abuse your wife? What did she do wrong?

Why did you torment your father? Is this what you call filial piety?

Tell me, aren't you human scum? A devil wearing human skin?

Don't worry, I'll dress you up nicely, then strangle you fiercely, then string you up for everyone to see clearly how ugly and disgusting you really are.

Someone as hypocritical and malicious as you sways back and forth like a pendulum. You like swaying back and forth, don't you? I'll make you sway enough."

By this time, Su Mo's expression was extremely terrifying and hideous.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and hung Qian Shang up, while at the other end, Qian Shan was also strung up.

The two were hung in midair. One end of the rope was looped around each of their necks, threaded through the ceiling light fixture to form a delicate balance.

Their bodies swayed slightly. Qian Shan had long been dead, while Qian Shang's tongue was just lolling out now, his face growing increasingly purple, his eyeballs protruding, blood vessels bursting.

Watching the two swaying above him, a bizarre smile appeared on Su Mo's hideous face, "Hehe... Hehe..."

Just like that, he admired the scene before him, feeling that they had become nobler after being hanged, less hateful, somewhat beautiful like works of art.

Forcing his emotions back under control, Su Mo tilted his head, an amused expression on his face as he muttered to himself, "The aesthetic tastes of these perverts are so peculiar. I'm more and more curious about what the inner world of a cannibalistic pervert is like. That should be very interesting."

After admiring the two hanging men for a while longer, Su Mo still felt that, according to his aesthetic standards, such a setup was not visually appealing.

After tidying up the murder tools and cleaning up some of the traces on the floor, he put on his mask and took out Qian Shang's phone.

Then he took a selfie, having learned from experience this time, even throwing up a peace sign.

Looking at the photo, Su Mo was very satisfied. In the picture, the masked Su Mo made a hand gesture, with the two hanged men behind him, the composition very warm and harmonious.

As usual, after adding a caption, he posted the photo on a short video platform without destroying the phone this time. Last time he had destroyed it to erase the text message telling Duan Lie to go to the delivery point. There was no need this time.

After placing the pre-prepared note on the coffee table, he walked out the door without closing it, leaving it wide open. He didn't want Qian Shang's wife and children to discover the scene, he wanted the neighbors to discover it.

After walking down the stairs, he mixed out of the residential area using the method he had rehearsed many times before, then strode away.

Before returning to the archives, he disposed of the tools used for this murder, using a very simple method - throwing away a little at a time in several different trash bins, impossible to trace.

Not until around 11 p.m. did Su Mo return to the archives. After washing up and lying in bed, he felt a little bored.

Soon, he had an idea: "Why don't I start livestreaming my murders from next time? That would make things more interesting.

Otherwise, at this rate, I estimate that the police will have trouble not only catching me, but even keeping up with my pace.

Yes, that's what I'll do. This way I can give the police more clues and make the whole process more exciting too, hahaha, come catch me, special investigative team. Don't disappoint me!"

On the other side, the short video posted from Qian Shang's phone spread like wildfire soon after it was reposted. Unlike Duan Lie, Qian Shang had wide connections, so news of what happened spread very quickly.

Before the social media users who saw the video could call the police, a resident who had just returned home on the 11th floor happened to walk past Qian Shang's door and was scared into wetting themselves right there.

A netizen called Jian Lai was scrolling through short videos when he suddenly came across a photo that caught his attention. He recognized it instantly, it was The Adjudicator that had gone viral last month.

He looked at the photo which had a caption: Qian Shang, perpetrator of the Xikang ceiling case, has been adjudicated. Signed, Nocturnal Adjudicator.

"Holy crap, he struck again! Awesome!" he blurted out.

Then he commented below: "I have a question. Why have the police failed to crack cases that went unsolved for years, yet Nocturnal Adjudicator has solved two cases within a month? Can anyone answer me?"

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