God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Everyone mechanically raised their heads and looked forward, the cold sharp blade was covered with sticky and unknown pieces of meat, thick blood splashed on the stone arch, and then slowly flowed down along the door frame——

"It's disgusting!" Bai Jian exclaimed, and hid behind Wen Xichun in horror, not daring to look any more.

And Li Yuan, who pushed Wang Xijun out, also looked confused at this time. He looked at Wang Xijun who was cut into two sections by the guillotine on the ground, and then at his companion with frightened eyes behind him, his tongue seemed to be tied in an instant:

"Is this... is this also a game effect? ​​I just want him to go faster. I..."

"Can't you see that this is not a sideshow at all. It was planned by a certain teacher of Songyue. He called us here to kill us."

Yao Jingrong gave him a cold look, "Everyone."

"Why did you kill us? What did we do wrong?" Li Yuan felt incredible, and shouted loudly with a broken voice.

Yao Jingrong sneered, "Others don't know what you did wrong, but don't you know it best in your heart?"

"Okay." Wen Xichun interrupted him aloud, "Which side are you on? Instead of accusing each other, it's better to find a way to get out of here."

"That's right, there is great strength in numbers, as long as everyone is united, we can always find a solution." It was very strange that this sentence came from Bai Jian's mouth.

"Then shall we continue to go up?" Alfred glanced at the two bloody corpses on the ground, hesitating.

Wen Xichun looked at the stone arch, and said in a low voice: "She set up an arch in this kind of place just to hope that we can go up. If we can't do what she wants, do you believe it, in the small space of the hall, she has There are countless ways to torture us."

"In that case, aren't you a policeman? You should be better at dealing with crises than ordinary people like us, why don't you take the lead?" Alfred laughed like a gentle scum.

"Why should the police have to go first? Who stipulated it?" Bai Jian refused to accept, stepped forward, stared at Alfred, her voice was a little sharp.

Alfred pushed his glasses calmly, and spread his hands: "In fact, this is the case. A policeman has died and countless policemen are on top, but artists with great influence... are rare. Besides, protecting citizens is the most important thing. It's the duty of the police."

"Don't be joking, uncle, you? An artist? My Duo Duo can reach your level after two days of practice. By the way, Duo Duo is my family's Bull Terrier."

Alfred seemed to be unable to stand others insulting his works like this, so he raised his sharp eyebrows and pointed at Bai Jian: "Little girl, you have to be responsible for what you say, you'd better apologize quickly before I get angry .”

Bai Jian rolled her eyes, her bright red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something else——

"Okay, Bai...Bai Jian, right? I'll give you personal life advice, don't argue with fools." Yao Jingrong interrupted them with a sarcasm, "I'll take the lead, you can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, Yao Jingrong took the lead to step over the piece of broken meat on the ground, and slowly walked upstairs through the blood everywhere.

The old man Zhou Zhaoming looked at Wang Xijun who was no longer recognizable on the ground, shook his head, and sighed: "Retribution? It is retribution."

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A group of people came to the second floor cautiously, and when they reached the stairs, everyone stopped at the same time, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Like the same building, it's so dark that you can't see your fingers when you stretch out your hands, and it's hard to reach every corner with the weak light of the flashlight alone.

"Bai Jian, have you ever been to the second floor of the auditorium?" Wen Xichun turned around and asked.

Bai Jian shook her head: "Usually the second floor is closed, no one has been here before."

"Then be careful." Wen Xichun raised the phone, the faint light vaguely reflected the unclear scene on the second floor.

There is only one double wooden door in the circular floor, and there is only this room in the entire floor, and the handle of the wooden door has been mottled with dust, it seems that no one has stepped here for a while.

Yao Jingrong gently turned the doorknob and pushed it forward, only to find that the door was unlocked and could be pushed easily.

Just as the doorknob was slowly pulled down, a hand reached out to hold Yao Jingrong's arm.

Wen Xichun looked into his eyes and shook his head: "Be careful, in case there are traps behind."

Yao Jingrong chuckled, and tenderness flashed across his eyes for a moment: "Are you caring about me?"

"If you can feed yourself with passion, you can feed 60 billion people in the world." Wen Xichun said, with one hand wrapped around Yao Jingrong's waist.

It doesn't mean anything, just thinking that if there is a real situation behind the door, I can hold him in time.

After all, if something really happened to him, he couldn't explain it to the police.

With a slight creaking sound, the double door in front of you slowly opened a gap, and in an instant, a strong smell of old dust came to your face, like moldy rotten wood in a damp environment, mixed with a strange smell. Smokey.

This smoky smell was also felt in the basement full of human heads.

"In this way, you also turn on the light on your phone, and don't leave your back to the unknown." Wen Xichun pulled up his collar and slightly covered his mouth and nose, he was afraid that there would be some poisonous gas left in the room.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly tore off the tie and handed it to Bai Jian who had been hiding behind: "Cover your mouth and nose, and try not to breathe."

Bai Jian took the dark blue tie with silver shading, rubbed it in her hand twice, her mouth curled up softly.

The three of them kept their backs close together, covered their mouths and noses, held their mobile phones high, and moved their uneasy eyes back and forth in the dark room, walking in with extreme caution.

There was a lot of dust in the room, and when the soles of the shoes touched it, there was an obvious rough friction sound.

Even though the light was poor, Wen Xichun, relying on his keen sense of smell after serving as a policeman for many years, still noticed that there seemed to be some strange objects lying there.

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I've been a little busy recently, so it's a little less, baa.