Special Social Situation Administration

Nie Wenxi was so heartbroken by Lu Yu's words, he quickly asked, "Is there any omen or sign for the birth of the heart demon? How can we be sure that it has appeared?"

"To be honest, we still don't have an effective way to identify the demons parasitizing the host. Before the demons completely control the body, the host looks no different from other aliens." Lu Yu sighed, Nie Wen The question Xi asked had troubled them for many years, because even as the Son of God, he was not sure that he could identify the inner demon hidden in the host's body.

"Then there's nothing you can do?" Nie Wenxi was worried.

"Not necessarily." Lu Yu shared his years of experience, "We know the prerequisite for the birth of demons - the emergence of strong vicious group emotions, so controlling the public opinion is the key. Once there are such things as grief, anger, Group emotions such as disgust, we must pay close attention to the serial killings within the jurisdiction."

Lu Yu paused: "According to the records, all the demon hosts were initially identified as serial murderers."

"This is too passive." Nie Wenxi sighed, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Actually, I have thought about it, is it possible for Xia Xinyue's eyes to see the inner demon?" Lu Yu rubbed her chin, "That's why I have always wanted to recruit her into the action team."

"The eyes of reality?" Nie Wenxi dug out the name of Xia Xinyue's heavenly eyes from the depths of his memory.

Lu Yu nodded, and asked Nie Wenxi: "Wenxi, do you still remember the chameleon spirit you met when you first came down the mountain?"

"I remember." Nie Wenxi was very impressed with that incident, because it was the first case he encountered after he left the mountain, and he also met Xia Xinyue in that case.

"At that time, none of us could see the chameleon, only Xia Xinyue could see it, so I was thinking, if anyone could really see the demon, it could only be her. It's a pity that we didn't get Xia Xinyue." Lu Yu thought After thinking about it, he comforted himself again, "But fortunately, we didn't encounter demons."

"Is Xinyue okay recently?" Nie Wenxi knew about Xia Xincheng's death. He even sent a special message to comfort Xia Xinyue, but Xia Xinyue didn't reply to him.

"No more contact." Lu Yu sighed, a little uneasy, "Thinking about it now, I seem to have missed many opportunities to help their brothers and sisters. If I had made a different choice at that time, Xia Xinyue might Already sitting in this office."

"Boss..."

"Forget it, forget it," Lu Yu waved his hand, "What's the use of regretting, it won't help."

"……Um."

Lu Yu turned his head and glanced at the time, stood up and prepared to end the conversation: "It's time for dinner, I have to go to Tingting, Wen Xi, will you have dinner with us?"

Nie Wenxi shook his head: "I have an appointment with Sister Wei."

"Okay," Lu Yu patted Nie Wenxi on the shoulder, and went upstairs to find Yan Ting.

Nie Wenxi turned his gaze back to the computer. He skillfully opened the internal system and screened the conditions to see if any of them fit the serial murder case Lu Yu mentioned...

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The phone outside the door rang again.

Ding Lingling, Ding Lingling...

It was especially harsh at three in the morning.

Fan Cong wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, and stared at the only locked door of the bedroom as if facing a formidable enemy.

The reason why he was so afraid was because the phone rang at this time yesterday.

At that time, he was falling into a sweet dreamland.

Awakened by a call from outside the door while he was drowsy, he scratched his head, walked out with his shoes on, and answered the landline phone in the living room: "Hello, who is it? Why are you calling so late? Let people sleep?" He was woken up in the middle of the night, and his tone was naturally not much better.

"Is it Fan Cong?" An indistinguishable voice came from the other end of the phone. Fan Cong narrowed his eyes and regained consciousness a little: "Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone evaded the question of who he was, and instead asked him, "When will you return the things you borrowed from me?"

"Fuck, are you sick?" Fan Cong came to his senses in an instant, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, "What did I borrow from you? Who are you?"

A gloomy voice came from the receiver: "You borrowed my liver, when are you going to return it to me?"

Fan Cong was taken aback. Not long ago, he received a liver transplant because of a liver problem, but not many people knew about it...

He shivered suddenly. He didn't think that those who knew about it would be bored to call him such a tricky phone call in the middle of the night. Thinking of this, he asked sharply: "Who the hell are you? I'm hanging up."

"It doesn't matter who I am," the voice on the other end of the phone was very soft, with a somewhat ethereal tone, but the words he said were not pleasant at all, "I just came to tell you, if you don't return it to me, I will You have to pick it up yourself."

A weird thought flashed in Fan Cong's heart - the person who called him could not really be the owner of his transplanted liver?

and many more!

In the next moment, Fan Cong suddenly recalled a detail that made his hair stand on end—the landline in the living room, because it was not used frequently, often forgot to pay the bill, and the number had been canceled a long time ago due to arrears...

It would be placed in the living room, but because of its good-looking appearance, it was used as a decoration in the living room by his mother.

He hung up the phone abruptly, turned around and rushed back to his bedroom at a very fast speed, locked the door tightly, wrapped himself tightly with a quilt, and tried to use this method to add a little more to himself. sense of security.

Although he was not alone in the family at this time, he did not dare to call out to his mother who was only separated from him by a wall. Under such circumstances, it was the greatest blessing to be able to sleep peacefully.

He dared not, nor would he, to wake his mother.

So, he stared at the door, with his back pressed against the wall, not daring to move, and stayed on until dawn.

Fortunately, apart from that phone call, nothing strange happened that night.

When the sky dawned, Fan Cong finally couldn't bear the turbulent drowsiness. He glanced at the dawn light, heaved a sigh of relief, fell on the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon.

Fan Cong got up, feeling a little unsure of what happened. He wasn't even sure if the shock of last night was real or not.

Maybe, just an absurd nightmare?

Although the bottom of his heart was a little hairy, he didn't take it too seriously. When he picked up his mobile phone and saw his friend asking him to dinner, he put it behind him and happily went to the appointment.

Fan Cong didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until today when the landline in the living room rang on time at three o'clock in the morning.

This time, he absolutely did not have the guts to answer the call again.

Across the door, the phone rang over and over, over and over again, as if Fan Cong would ring forever if he didn't answer it.

Fan Cong was tightly wrapped in the quilt, using the same posture as yesterday to defend himself.He didn't know how long the phone rang, and in this tormented state, every minute and every second was infinitely stretched and magnified.

In the gap between the ringing of the phone, he heard his heart beating heavily, and the heartbeat became more and more rapid and louder, indicating that his uneasiness and fear were gradually expanding...

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Fan Cong jumped up from the bed in fright. Fortunately, the person who knocked on the door quickly said: "Cong Cong, why are you still awake?"

"Mom?!" Fan Cong was taken aback, thinking that his mother was in the same room with that weird landline, his soul was about to fly, "Mom, you go back to your room! Didn't you hear the phone ringing?"

"Telephone?" The mother outside the door paused and asked in confusion, "What phone?"

It was only then that Fan Cong noticed that the ringtone of the phone that seemed to be slamming him endlessly had disappeared at some point.

——Is it because of the arrival of mother?

"Cong Cong?" The mother outside the door called Fan Cong again in confusion, and Fan Cong just woke up like a dream, and walked over to open the door for his mother with weak steps.

After the mother came in, she was very worried: "Congcong, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, I've been hearing the landline in the living room ringing." Fan Cong patted his forehead, "I heard it yesterday, and I heard it today too."

But the mother didn't seem to have the idea of ​​getting Fan Cong, and she was confused when she heard the words: "Why didn't you pick up when you heard the ringing?"

Fan Cong's heart skipped a beat twice, but his mother had always been such a rough person, and he couldn't get angry, so he had to patiently reply to her: "I'll take it."

"How to say?" Mother asked curiously.

Fan Cong showed a dazed expression for a moment: "He seems to be the donor of my transplanted liver. Mom, is that person dead?"

"What jokes are you talking about? How can I call you if he dies? He doesn't have our number..." Mother said disapprovingly.

However, at this moment, the screen of Fan Cong's mobile phone suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously looked at it—it was a message from his mother: Cong Cong, it's so late, who are you talking to?

Fan Cong's scalp went numb for a moment, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at his mother in front of him. Seeing him looking over, the latter gave him a smiley expression: "...what's wrong?"

Under the extreme fear, Fan Cong calmed down instead. He grabbed the phone in his hand, then activated the quick photo mode, raised the camera slightly, and took a photo of his mother in front of him...

——He suddenly remembered that he had heard many years ago that ghosts would show their original form in the phone camera.

After pressing the shutter, he put his phone back, and with trembling fingertips, he clicked on the photo he had just taken—in the photo, standing in front of him was his mother, who was clearly an eyeless woman who had been disembowelled, A man with a terrible death.

Fan Cong ran out of the door in fright, and happened to bump into his mother who was planning to go out to check because he didn't receive his reply letter. He grabbed her and dragged her to run out the door.

Fan Cong, who rushed out of the house, actually didn't know where he should run, but there was an idea in his heart that became clearer and clearer, that he must not stay at home!

He took his mother and ran for a long time, but the strange thing was that she didn't say a word of tiredness. Thinking of this, Fan Cong's heart skipped a beat. Immediately afterwards, he realized that his mother's hand, which was tightly held by him, It's very strange that they have been exuding a coolness. They have been running for so long, and the amount of exercise is not enough to warm up mother's hands?

Fan Cong always felt that something was wrong. For An'an's own heart, he raised his phone while running, brought up the selfie mode, and brought him and his mother into the range of the screen...

The moment the shutter was pressed, Fan Cong was frightened out of his wits. The one who was held by him was his mother. It was clearly the man who stood in his room and was disembowelled!

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Before dawn, Xia Xinyue dragged He Zhi up from the bed, He Zhi put on some clothes in a daze, and followed Xia Xinyue out the door in a hurry.

The two drove here in the dark, Xia Xinyue directed He Zhi to park the car in a corner where the surveillance cameras couldn't see, turned off the engine, and waited quietly.

This waited for nearly an hour.

When he asked Xia Xinyue for the third time what they were doing here, Xia Xinyue finally mercifully gave him the answer: "Come to kill people."

"???" More than confused, "What?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a murderer." Xia Xinyue said nonchalantly.

Not only looked at Xia Xinyue in shock, but he didn't believe a single word of Xia Xinyue's statement about the murderer.

However, at this moment, a man stumbled into his field of vision.

The man's light-colored shirt was soaked with sweat, and he seemed to have been running for a long time. While running, he kept looking back at the empty back, as if something was chasing him.

He seemed to be terribly frightened, and he staggered and ran, screaming frantically.

He Zhi watched him fall to the ground, struggling desperately, and finally never stood up again—it was as if the thing that had been chasing him for a long time finally caught up with him, pinned him down, and finally killed him ...

He Zhi wanted to go forward to check on his condition, but was stopped by Xia Xinyue.

Xia Xinyue calmly took out a scalpel and a waterproof box from her bag, turned her head and said to He Zhi: "He Zhi, I really know how to kill people, so are you sure you want to stay with me? To be honest, I don't know I don't love you, so you still have one last chance, after I get off the car, you can drive away from here, I won't stop you, I just pretend I haven't heard your confession." After finishing speaking, Xia Xinyue didn't turn her head back Get off the bus.

More than just froze on the spot, unable to utter a word, and then, he saw the most terrifying scene in his life - the girl he loves cut open the man's stomach with a scalpel, avoiding the gushing gas. Blood, took out a bloody thing from the man's belly, and put it into the box she had prepared.

Xia Xinyue took out a tissue to dry the blood on her hands, and then walked towards He Zhi in a leisurely manner. The distance was drawn closer, and He Zhi heard her asking him: "Do you regret it? Do you regret liking me?"

Not only did he not speak, but he did not intend to end this relationship. He fell into a mud pit that no one could climb out of - he thought that he could pull his lover out of hell by himself.

Xia Xinyue stood in front of the car and stared at him for a while, then opened the door and got in the car, more than hearing her smile: "Then from now on, you have no chance to regret it, and it's too late to regret it."

—Since you love me, follow me to hell.

He stayed silent for a long time before slowly starting the car. From the corner of his vision, he saw Xia Xinyue's beautiful eyes tightly covered by a pair of transparent hands.

He didn't know whether he should tell Xia Xinyue, or whether he was making a fuss about the scene before him.

He had been frightened enough tonight.