Thriller Night Talk

The police officers couldn't see the cobweb-like yin qi everywhere in the room, but the small hole with black blood on the colleague's hand was a lesson from the past. None of the four dared to be careless, and quickly put the talisman away carefully.

Beiquan took out another palm-sized compass and held it flat in his palm.

The pointer in the center of the compass spun like crazy, so fast that it left an afterimage.

"It's too cloudy here."

Qing Zhu glanced sideways at Beiquan's compass, then cut his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and wiped it on the unruly pointer.

The fidgeting pointer unexpectedly stopped slowly, tremblingly fixedly pointing in a certain direction.

Qing Zhu practiced the technique of Nanyang Lihuo, her body is extremely strong, and it can suppress the excessive Yin energy in the environment, which is equivalent to recalibrating the instrument that has failed due to the threshold being too low or too high, so that the compass can be restored. the proper sensitivity.

It's just that in this way, Beiquan's compass has become a one-time consumable, and it will be useless after one use.

"It's a pity for my compass."

Beiquan curled his lips in distress, "Where are the antiques with a history of more than 200 years!"

Qing Zhu didn't blink, "Go back and pay you back."

His eyes followed the direction of the compass and turned to the north of the house.

There was nothing there, just a gray wall.

Beiquan walked towards the north of the house, turning his body in various directions while walking, observing the changes of the compass in his hand.

Finally, he stood in front of a white wall and frowned, "According to the compass, the place with the most yin energy is indeed here."

But there was nothing around Beiquan's body, and there was really nothing that looked like the source of the dark energy in the room.

Qingzhu walked to his side, reaching out to touch the wall.

The police officer who had suffered a lot from turning on the light just now stopped him quickly: "Be careful!"

"It doesn't matter, it can't hurt me to this extent."

While Qing Zhu explained, she raised her hand and tapped on the wall.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The voice is muffled and doesn't sound hollow.

Another police officer came over.

He learned the lesson from his colleagues and didn't dare to knock on the wall. He only recalled the structure of the house he saw from the outside, and said to Qingzhu:

"This house is square, and the walls don't look like they can hide a secret room."

Beiquan nodded.

He also felt that the police officer's judgment was correct.

"Since it's not behind this wall..."

Beiquan raised his head and looked towards the roof, "Then it might be upstairs..."

Then he lowered his head again, "Or maybe, it's 'below'."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and stomped on the floor a few times.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Everyone's expression changed immediately.

Anyone with a little common sense in life can tell that there is something tricky under the floor.

The policemen stopped hesitating immediately, took out a screwdriver and a crowbar, and lifted up the several floorboards that Beiquan stepped on one by one, revealing a secret door hidden underneath.

"This……"

Even the well-informed and determined detectives shivered at the same moment when they saw the secret door, and when they touched their necks, they found goose bumps on the back of their necks.

No one could say where the tension came from.

It was clearly just a secret door, but some kind of indescribable intuition that perhaps should be attributed to the "sixth sense" told them that there must be something "something" behind the door.

Not a suspect, not a dead body, but something disturbing and frightening that might overturn their common sense and imagination.

"Gudong."

I don't know who swallowed heavily:

"... open it?"

Beiquan nodded: "Yes."

He stretched out his black silk gloved hand, grabbed the doorknob, and twisted it lightly.

"It's stuck."

The door opened.

Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, and they all stepped back a few steps at the same time.

The deep cold air, accompanied by the stench that almost makes people faint, hits the face.

The stench was so strong that not only the four policemen, but even Qing Zhu and A Liu also changed their expressions.

Among the group of people, only Beiquan remained calm, without showing disgust or disgust.

"Ah."

Beiquan laughed lightly.

It was not the first time he had smelled this smell.

In his previous life, which was so far away that he could not remember clearly, when he crawled out of the pile of dead people, he was surrounded by such stench.

It was a horrifying, hopeless and suffocating smell that could not be blown away even by mountains and mist, and it was the unique taste of death.

Beiquan shook his head, and drove away those untimely memories in his mind, then turned on the flashlight and shone a light on the inside of the door.

Behind the door is the basement. There is a retractable engineering ladder next to the door. It is impossible to tell how big the interior space is. Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for a while, but they did not hear any sound from inside.

Beiquan put down the escalator and climbed down first.

Qingzhu followed, followed by four police officers, and Miss Aliu at the end.

Then, everyone saw the scene in the basement.

"hiss!"

Someone gasped.

The basement is not big, and the light from a few flashlights is enough to illuminate it clearly.

A folding bed was placed by the wall to the north. There was a bulging mass on the bed, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

In the corner lay a person, or to be precise, a dead person.

The reason why everyone knew it was a dead person without looking at it was because the strong rancid smell couldn't be more obvious.

After the four police officers confirmed with Beiquan that they could approach, they rushed forward and got close to the corpse.

The man had been dead for at least three days, and black branch-like lines had begun to appear on his pale skin, but his face was still clearly recognizable.

The policemen recognized at a glance that this person was He Qiang, the ticket attendant of the missing coach company.

But Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu were more concerned about the objects on the folding bed.

"...it turns out that 'they' are all here."

Beiquan gently touched the ball on the bed with his gloved fingers, and sighed softly:

"It's... so pitiful."

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"Oh!"

"Crash!"

When the spotlight exploded and the glass fell, Jiang Nan'an reacted very quickly.

He is now in this sprawling posture, and there is a big living person on his body, there is absolutely no time for him to jump up and avoid the broken glass.

So he simply pulled a corner of the curtain, turned over to protect Su Lang.

Although there were many shards of glass, each piece was not big. As long as it didn't fall on the head and face, it would be nothing more than some small bloodstains on the hands and feet.

However, these less lethal glass shards are just a cover.

The moment the glass shattered and fell, the tea table beside the two moved.

The glass-top coffee table weighing twenty kilograms was lifted high by a pair of invisible hands, and smashed towards Jiang Nan'an and Su Lang.

If it hits hard this time, it won't be surprising that people die.

Jiang Nan'an didn't have time to think about it, let alone the glass shards all over the ground, so he hugged Su Lang completely by instinct, and rolled on the spot.

"Yang palm!"

"Well!"

The coffee table fell to the ground and the glass was shattered.

And Jiang Nan'an also let out a wail.

In a hurry, he couldn't avoid it completely.

The corner of the coffee table hit Jiang Nan'an's right arm. Even though he had practiced the iron cloth shirt covered with gold bells, he was in a cold sweat from the pain.

"stand up!"

Jiang Nan'an grabbed Su Lang who was still entangled in the curtain with his uninjured hand, and lifted her up, "Be careful, it's not over yet."

While crying, Su Lang struggled to open the curtains on her body, looking around in horror.

She saw Cai Mingjian lying unconscious on the sofa.

"Ajian!"

Su Lan cried out, and raised her leg to check her husband's condition.

"careful!"

However, Jiang Nan'an grabbed Su Lang's arm and threw her back very uncomfortably.

The next second, the curtains winding on the ground suddenly flew up, gathered into a ball, and rolled towards the two of them.

"Hey!"

Jiang Nan'an was furious.

"Why are you so energetic!?"

As if by magic, he pulled out a stick from the inside of the jacket, pulled it out and flicked it, and the stick was split in two, connected by a chain in the middle—like a set of nunchakus.

Su Lan: "!!"

Even though the situation was critical, the girl still opened her eyes wide and stared at Jiang Nan'an.

This man had been her classmate for four years and had been her boyfriend for a month, but at this moment, Su Lang had a strong feeling that she had never really understood Jiang Nan'an.

She saw Jiang Nan'an dance the nunchaku vigorously with extremely skillful posture, and slapped the curtains fiercely.

As if the stick had hit an invisible person behind the curtain, it made a heavy "dong" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain softened, lost its invisible support, and fell limply to the ground.

Su Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she felt relieved a little too soon.

"do not move!"

Jiang Nan'an suddenly shouted:

"The 'thing' is still here!"

Yes, now he is [-]% sure that the one who attacked Su Lan just now is completely different "things" from the small black figure he and Wei Fuyuan saw earlier.

The black shadow before was a cloud of Yin Qi, which had a specific outline in his heavenly eyes, but now, it was just a very strong "will" that was wandering around the house and trying to take Su Lang's life.

If I have to describe it, this kind of "will" is very similar to Xu Lei's "word spirit" they just met last week.

It doesn't have a specific shape, or it can be concretized into any shape it wishes.

It has no sorrow or joy, and even has no thinking ability, and all its actions are only to achieve the "only" goal.

But now, Jiang Nan'an felt that the matter could not be more clear.

Obviously, its "only" goal is to kill Su Lang.

——So how did this thing get entangled with Su Lang! ?

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" sound from the entrance, and two seconds later, Wei Fuyuan rushed into the living room.

"It's a bracelet!"

Wei Fuyuan shouted while running:

"Su Lan, it's the gold bracelet you wore at the wedding!!"