How to break nightmares come true [unlimited]

Shen Mo frowned unhappily, looking at the water droplets winding on the glass.

This heavy rain has been falling for more than a week, and I don't know when it will end.

The cell phone rang suddenly at this moment, and he lowered his head to answer it and said "Hello".

On the other end of the phone was my colleague Lao Tian, ​​who said eagerly, "Come to Room 2, Building 301, Chuntian District, there is another case!"

Springfield District?Is it a neighborhood next to a certain subway station near here?

Shen Mo glanced out the window and said concisely, "Ten minutes."

After collecting the line, he took off the long waterproof raincoat from the hanger at the door, put it on as he walked, and went out.

There was a rush, the sound of an ambulance ahead.

As his steps quickened, the sound of the ambulance became more and more clear.

Shen Mo frowned, raised his hand to brush away the broken hair that was wet by the rain, and felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

The sound of getting closer, rather than farther away, can only indicate that the ambulance has slowed down, or that it has come to a stop.

And turn a corner ahead, which is Chuntian District.

But just now, there was almost no sound from Lao Tian's side on the phone, so the medical police should not have intervened at the scene.

His pace slowed down, thinking, it can't be such a coincidence, can it?

The mobile phone in the front breast pocket vibrated again, Shen Mo didn't care to look at the ambulance again and speeded up.

Room 2, Building 301, Chuntian Community.

As soon as Lao Tian saw him, he clicked his tongue: "You... have just been robbed?"

Seeing his bewildered face, Lao Tian simply dragged him to the bathroom.

After Shen Mo entered, he saw a pile of broken lenses scattered on the ground at a glance.

The light reflected from the broken mirrors on the ground was scattered in all directions, like fireworks, as if to blind people's eyes.

On the gray and white tiles, there are traces of different shades and lengths everywhere, and I don't know what made them.

A few thin iron frames of unknown purpose lay sprawled on the floor tiles, and some places were bent.

And on those fragments and the iron shelf, there are bloodstains.

Shen Mo scanned the bathroom carefully: "Where is the client? Have you called an ambulance?"

Lao Tian shook his head, and lowered his voice slightly in surprise: "I didn't call an ambulance this time, because the person...is actually fine."

He pouted and motioned him to look at a person sitting in the corner.

The man held his head in his hands and curled up in a dimly lit corner.Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his body language all showed that he was in an extremely frightened mood.

Shen Mo immediately remembered that just two days ago - in a certain wealthy community, a similar case happened.

When they went to survey the scene, the bloodstained hostess was lying on the floor, and there were many debris on the ground.

For some reason, the final cause of death announced by the relevant department is that the deceased committed suicide by cutting his wrist with the fragments after breaking the bathroom mirror.

That's right... Unfortunately, when she was found, there was no need to call an ambulance.

As for the real cause of death, it was handed over to the special department they were in.

According to the statistical results obtained yesterday, in the past week, a total of three similar cases occurred.

Shen Mo silently added a sentence in his heart: Including today's case, it will happen all over the place.

Outside, the rushing and melodious sound of the ambulance gradually faded away.

He narrowed his eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

There were casualties in the other three cases, so why is this person fine?

Who called the ambulance outside the complex?

Does it have anything to do with this case?

Lao Tian glanced at that corner and shook his head: "Oh, why do you think these people... By the way, the person involved is called Yang Ping."

Shen Mo nodded, and didn't ask about the situation right away. Instead, out of habit, he first looked at the interior decoration—mainly black, white, blue and gray, classic and minimalist.

Moreover, there are only men's products in the room, but no women's products, so it must be a man who lives alone.

It's just people who live alone, generally no one would dare to play like this, right?

He glanced at Yang Ping who was shivering in the corner, and made a preliminary judgment in his heart.

Shen Mo walked over and sat in the middle of the sofa, not too far away from Yang Ping.

The sofa collapsed slightly, Yang Ping keenly noticed someone approaching, and raised his head suddenly.

Shen Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, and greeted without any warmth: "Hello, I'm Shen Mo."

Perhaps it was because the lights were too bright, but Yang Ping's dark circles were as heavy as eyeshadow, and his complexion was unbelievably bad.

He glanced back in horror, and stammered in response: "You, hello."

Shen Mo noticed that his face was full of guard, his eyes dodged, and he looked a little guilty.

There was the sound of rain outside the window, but there was a dead silence inside the house.

Yang Ping was ready to be interrogated from beginning to end again, but after waiting and waiting, he couldn't wait for the next step. Fear and anxiety welled up in his heart, which made him unable to restrain himself, and secretly glanced at the past.

The man in front of him was obviously thinner, taller and longer-legged than him.Well, the hands are also quite slender.

The black sweater he was wearing was delicate and textured, reflecting his fair skin.

The eyebrows are neither thick nor light, just right, and the peak of the eyebrows is slightly raised.

The bridge of the nose is straight, but there is no blood on the face, and the lip color is also pale.

He is a somewhat sickly, arrogant and indifferent handsome man.

Yang Ping commented in his heart, although he is not the kind of sharp and handsome that cannot be ignored, but this kind of quiet and slightly decadent beauty is very attractive.

Just as he was about to look into his eyes carefully, he asked abruptly, "Who has played this before?"

Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, under his beautiful and clean black eyes, lost his guard for a moment, and replied unconsciously: "Li——"

But before he finished speaking, he immediately denied it: "I've played this before."

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows even higher, and Lao Tian quietly gave a thumbs up.

This is called not to recruit yourself, he was indeed influenced by others!

Yang Ping also realized that he said something stupid and regretted it.But words that are spoken are like water that is poured out and cannot be taken back.Admitting first and then denying is an extremely clumsy cover-up.

Lao Tian exposed his intentions loudly: "You are lying!"

Yang Ping shook his body and opened his mouth.But he neither defended himself nor spoke again.

Shen Mo glanced at the angry Lao Tian, ​​stood up and said, "It seems that there is nothing to ask. Lao Tian, ​​let's go first."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping became anxious, and immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Don't, don't go!"

"Please, don't leave me here alone," he begged.

Lao Tian said seriously: "Then tell the truth!"

After a while of silence, Yang Ping said with a pale face: "I say, I say everything!"

Shen Mo and Lao Tian looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as Yang Ping was about to start talking, he heard a "click", his whole body was shocked, and his face turned pale with fright: "What sound?!"

The three of them looked towards the bathroom together, but after waiting for a while, they didn't hear anything.

Yang Ping couldn't help getting closer to the two of them, even his voice was trembling: "Can we leave here first?"

Lao Tian looked at him in surprise, unable to understand: "This is your own home, are you still afraid of this?"

There was a thin layer of sweat on Yang Ping's forehead, and he forced himself to calm down: "Because there may be... more than me in the family."

This made Lao Tian feel a little nervous, so who else could it be?

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write a suspense infinite flow drama, I hope the little angels will give you a lot of support.

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