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Chapter 9 A Terrifying Night
After taking the photo, Feng Nan put away her phone.

He checked his equipment.

Feng Nan turned and left the slaughterhouse gate.

Only a fool would go in through the front door.

Feng Nan is no fool.

Feng Nan carefully circled the slaughterhouse, and only after confirming that there were no cameras did she climb over the wall from the back of the slaughterhouse and enter.

"Thank goodness, I don't own a dog!"

Feng Nan muttered to himself.

The slaughterhouse seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The yard was overgrown with weeds.

Some of them are even as tall as half a person.

For some unknown reason, the murderer living in the slaughterhouse was not very diligent.

That's why the weeds grow so vigorously!

Feng Nan chose the thickest and most robust patch of weeds and quietly crouched down inside.

While enduring the mosquito bites, he squinted and stared intently at the room with a dim light on.

That place was probably the rest room for the night shift security guards or staff before the slaughterhouse was abandoned.

After the slaughterhouse was abandoned, the murderer seized it and made it his own.

Feng Nan didn't rush over to find out what was going on; she waited for the murderer to fall asleep.

It's only a little past 10 p.m. now.

Feng Nan was mentally prepared to have a mosquito buffet here.

Time was passing by, second by second.

It quickly reached 23:38!
Under Feng Nan's expectant gaze, the dim incandescent light in the cabin finally went out.

"call……"

Feng Nan let out a breath.

The murderer finally got ready to go to sleep.

If he doesn't go to sleep soon, Feng Nan will be asleep soon.

Scratching the red envelope she had just received on the back of her hand, Feng Nan silently thanked the mosquito's ancestors for eighteen generations.

squeak-

Just then, a soft sound came from afar. Feng Nan was startled and instinctively shrank back into the grass.

Peeking through the gaps in the grass, Feng Nan was surprised to find that the door of the small house had been pushed open, and a slightly hunched figure walked out with somewhat unsteady steps.

Judging from his figure, Feng Nan thought he looked like an old man.

Feng Nan frowned slightly, not daring to move.

They were afraid that the sound of the grass rustling would disturb the person who was most likely the murderer.

The man held an old-fashioned tin flashlight in his hand, its yellow light waving randomly in all directions, occasionally sweeping across the bushes where Feng Nan was hiding.

Feng Nan didn't move. The light from this old-fashioned flashlight was extremely dim. Even if a bear was lying in the grass at this distance, the flashlight wouldn't be able to clearly illuminate its appearance, let alone a petite girl like her.

The elderly man, suspected to be the murderer, shone his flashlight haphazardly for a while, humming a tune that Feng Nan couldn't understand, and swayed as he walked towards a corner in the darkness.

That direction is to the left of the slaughterhouse.

Feng Nan could vaguely see a row of low sheds in the darkness in that direction.

There seemed to be some miscellaneous items piled up inside the shed.

Too far away and too dimly lit, Feng Nan couldn't see what it was.

But Feng Nan guessed it was probably some junk.

He was so poor that he lived in such a place, and being an old man, he probably didn't have any proper source of income. Making a living by scavenging garbage seemed to fit his way of survival.

The man walked to the small shed, bent down, picked up several burlap sacks, and threw them aside.

A whoosh—Feng Nan could tell that it was the sound of the tarpaulin being lifted off the truck.

Under Feng Nan's watchful gaze, the person gradually disappeared from the spot.

Is there a cellar?

Feng Nan frowned and guessed.

Feng Nan secretly guessed that if there was a cellar there, then perhaps the missing woman was imprisoned in the cellar.

The murderer went to the cellar where many women were imprisoned in the dead of night; even a fool would know he was up to no good.

It's unlikely they'll be out anytime soon.

They might even live in a cellar.

Feng Nan squatted in the grass for a few more minutes.

slam-la-

The sound of the tarpaulin being dragged could be heard again, but the murderer did not reappear.

Feng Nan narrowed his eyes, already understanding that the murderer planned to stay in the cellar tonight and didn't intend to come out again.

The tarpaulin was just being dragged to cover the cellar entrance, both to avoid attracting attention and to prevent rainwater from flowing into the cellar if it rains at night.

Thinking of this, Feng Nan stood up.

He had only taken two steps when he stumbled and fell flat on his backside into the grass.

My legs are numb from squatting for too long...

Feng Nan shook his head and smiled bitterly. With his numb legs dangling, he sat in the grass for a few minutes to recover before trying to get up again.

Standing still, Feng Nan stretched her legs until the numbness subsided and she was sure it wouldn't hinder her escape before tiptoeing towards the hut.

Feng Nan wanted to see if the little girl who threw the human head into the vinegar vat was in the hut.

If the little girl is there, then Feng Nan can be basically certain that this is the murderer's lair, and the person who just entered the cellar is the murderer.

Feng Nan tiptoed like a thief, carefully making his way out of the few dozen meters to blow up the bunker.

I came to the window...

Where are the windows?
The so-called window was nothing more than an old wooden window frame covered with a yellowed plastic sheet that was mottled with the marks of time.

Feng Nan pressed her face against the plastic sheet, strained her eyes to peer into the small hut, and felt a wave of nausea as she smelled the strange odor emanating from the plastic sheet, which was exactly the same as that of the street garbage cans.

In the dim light, a small figure appeared to be sleeping on a kang (a heated brick bed). The plastic sheet was too dirty and the light was too dim, so Feng Nan couldn't make out whether it was a person or not.

Feng Nan bit her lip, took out her Swiss Army knife, flicked out the blade, and gently stabbed it into the plastic sheet.

With a slight exertion of the wrist, the sharp blade of the Swiss Army knife easily cut a long gash in the plastic sheet.

Feng Nan put away his Swiss Army knife, pulled open the plastic sheet, and peered into the room.

suddenly!

A furry head poked out.

A dirty little face was reflected in Feng Nan's pupils...

Feng Nan felt a chill run down her spine. She wanted to scream, but the sound was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a complete syllable. She could only squeeze out muffled "uh uh" sounds.

Feng Nan turned pale with fright.

Cold sweat instantly covered my entire body.

Feng Nan retreated in terror...

Large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, wetting his collar.

At this moment, Feng Nan could even hear her heart pounding wildly.

The face inside the window seemed quite pleased with Feng Nan's reaction, and even chuckled. The laughter was so jarring and eerie in the quiet midnight.

squeak-

Under Feng Nan's horrified gaze, the dilapidated wooden door of the hut opened.

The little girl in the video was still wearing her dirty dress, standing in the doorway, tilting her head and looking at Feng Nan...

(End of this chapter)