This actor is full of tricks.

Judging from the shape and size, this is the tongue of an adult. The cut is smooth, and it must have been pulled out and then cut off at the root with a knife.

Whose tongue is this?

First of all, it is certain that this is not He Youliang's tongue, because judging from the degree of decay, this tongue has been cut off for a long time. According to the description of the worker, He Youliang was just driven away two days ago. If his tongue was missing, the other party would definitely mention it.

In other words, He Youliang cut off someone's tongue, put it in a cloth bag and hid it, and painted dense circular patterns on the outside.

But what is the purpose of doing this?
"It's a bit like a sacrifice." The Mirror Ghost in the backpack, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up at this moment: "In the past, when our village held sacrifices, we would slaughter pigs and sheep and offer their flesh and blood to the gods, praying for their blessings. But I'm not entirely sure, it just feels a bit familiar, because I've never seen people sacrifice human tongues."

Sacrifice...

Lin Jue's brows furrowed immediately. After hearing what the mirror girl said, he vaguely felt that it did seem a bit like a sacrifice. If it was really a sacrifice, then who was the object of the offering?

That kind father?

"When the bloody night comes, the merciful Father will rise from the ashes... This sentence means that the merciful Father is not here now, or not in this world, but perhaps in the fog."

"And through this means of sacrifice, we can allow the Benevolent Father to come into the world."

"If I wipe out that organization before my father arrives, will this scenario collapse?"

Letting the script collapse was not the result Lin Jue wanted, because the reward for a five-star script would definitely be generous, but if some of the enemies could be eliminated before filming began, then some of the pressure of filming could be reduced.

It would be best if the kind father could only be half awake.

Thinking of this, flames rose from Lin Jue's mobile phone, directly burning his tongue and cloth bag to ashes.

After doing all this, he walked out of the room and went to find the foreman.

The foreman's office is on the second floor. He is currently sitting at his desk, working on something on his computer.

Lin Jue knocked on the open door very politely: "Hello, Mr. Li."

Before coming, he had already asked the foreman's last name.

The foreman, who was busy at his desk, looked up when he heard this. When he saw a stranger standing at the door, his face was puzzled: "Who are you?"

"I'm here to look for He Youliang. I'm his cousin." Lin Jue repeated the excuse he had just given to the worker: "I just asked the workers outside, and they said you know where my cousin lives."

When the foreman heard He Youliang's name, his face darkened, but he still patiently listened to Lin Jue's words.

After listening to it, he started to speak, his tone was very unhappy: "Your cousin is not a good guy, he is a complete lunatic. I advise you not to go to him, otherwise you will get beaten up like me."

As he spoke, he pointed to his right eye, where there was still a bruise that had not faded.

"Huh?" Lin Jue pretended to be surprised: "Why would he hit someone?"

"I told you, he's gone crazy. Last time, I was kind enough to hand over his wages in person, but as soon as I walked in, he said his father didn't welcome me and attacked me!" The foreman became increasingly angry, with a hint of fear in his heart. "But there's no one else in his house, so how can there be a father?"

It sounds like He Youliang is indeed terminally ill and has been completely brainwashed by the cult.

Lin Jue said seriously, "The more this happens, the more I have to go see him. He has no other relatives here. Now that I know about this, I have to take him to the hospital. Otherwise, I won't be able to report to my aunt when I go back."

The foreman thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. His expression eased a little and he told Lin Jue He Youliang's address.

After chatting with the foreman for a few more words about He Youliang, Lin Jue left the construction site. Looking at the night sky gradually spreading out, the smile in Lin Jue's eyes gradually dissipated, turning into a calmness.

Time to meet that cultist.

He Youliang's residence is in a shantytown, which can be said to be the poorest place in Quming County. Containers are scattered on the hillside, and the corpses of bedbugs and rats are everywhere. There are also some strange stains floating in the sewage ditches on the side of the road.

The economic situation in this county is indeed worrying. It’s not that the authorities don’t want to manage it, but that they can’t.

The fog has enveloped the entire world, and the overall economy has fallen to freezing point. This is an era where it is difficult to protect oneself. Some small towns and counties can only be forced to give up and can only save large cities with larger populations and better economies.

Although the hooded man is an enemy and many of his ideas are upside down and disordered, there is one thing he said that makes sense in this world.

Don't give up the whole team's race because of a few people who fall.

People in this era are like duckweed floating on the sea of ​​fog, pushed by the torrent. When the waves come, some duckweed will always sink to the bottom of the sea.

This is the case with individuals, it is also the case with Quming County, and maybe Sanjiang will become like this in the future.

He didn't know if he would be like this in the future, but while he was still floating on the sea, he would try his best to live a magnificent life. If possible, he would also like to create waves instead of being pushed by the torrent.

Entering the shantytown, Lin Jue passed through narrow and dark alleys, and went up all the way to a dilapidated container at the top of the slope.

This is He Youliang’s home.

Lin Jue walked forward and knocked on the door, but no one responded.

Is there no one at home?

He leaned his head against the door and listened carefully to the movements inside.

The room was dead silent, without even the slightest sound.

Are you really not here?

"He Youliang, I'm a worker on the construction site. Engineer Li asked me to come and talk to you about what happened before!" Lin Jue shouted, but after waiting for nearly a minute, there was still no sound in the house.

Are you really not at home? Or are you pretending not to hear?
Lin Jue frowned. He was about to find a neighbor to ask for clarification, but he felt something sticky under his feet.

Looking down, I saw bright red liquid slowly flowing out from the gap between the door and the ground.

is blood!

Lin Jue's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition. He left the door, walked around the container, and finally stopped in front of the window.

There were curtains on the windows, but they were not completely drawn, leaving a gap about the width of a finger.

He leaned against the window and looked into the house through the crack.

The gap was very narrow and the field of vision was limited, but he just happened to see a figure half lying at the gate, with a deep wound on his wrist that could be seen to the bone. Blood was flowing desperately, covering the ground around the figure and flowing out through the gap in the door.

He Youliang is dead!? (End of this chapter)