This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

“Ah!!!!!”

At that moment, fear engulfed the woman's last shred of sanity like a tidal wave, and she screamed hysterically.

The closet door was yanked open, and her "husband" stood outside, his tall figure casting a large shadow, a smile on his face as he looked at her: "Wife, are you playing hide-and-seek with your husband?"

Though he was smiling, his eyes were icy, as if he were staring at a corpse, and his head began to change, slowly taking on the color of a stone sculpture.

His appearance became extremely bizarre, as if a headless corpse was topped with a sculpted head.

"So, why did you doubt me? I just wanted to survive as a human…"

"Since I've found you, you can only die."

The smile on the sculpture's head vanished, and a rusty, sharp knife appeared in his hand.

The woman's pupils shrank sharply; she had forgotten that she had a weapon in her phone. Fear had robbed her of any ability to think.

However, just as the sharp knife was about to fall, a knock came from the front door of the living room: "Um… hello… Open the door, please. Special Investigation Department."

The sudden sound stunned both of them in the room. Wait, wasn't the door already smashed? Was the guy knocking on the door brain-damaged? So polite?

"Oh, the door's broken… Well, I'll just come in then…"

As the voice faded, a figure appeared in the living room.

"It's you!?"

The "husband" remembered this was the guy who had a stomachache in the exhibition hall.

Why was this guy here?

"Special Investigation Department?" He repeated the words. He seemed to have heard the name during his revival, but he couldn't remember it now.

"Help! Help!"

Taking advantage of the "husband's" daze, the woman scrambled out of the closet and ran to Lin Que, tripping over herself.

The "husband" ignored her. A trace of solemnity replaced his original icy and gloomy expression. Although the guy who suddenly appeared before him looked restrained, he inexplicably sensed a hint of danger.

It seemed that a terrifying demon was hidden beneath the other party's weak and powerless body.

"Sis… where's the wrench I asked you to bring?" Lin Que turned his head to look at the woman trembling behind him.

"Here."

The woman handed over the wrench in her hand. Lin Que reached out and weighed it in his hand. The weight was not bad, quite handy.

"Sis, remember… to kill these sculptures, you still have to use a wrench. It's satisfying to smash them…" He clenched the wrench in his hand and walked towards the man step by step, looking utterly innocent: "Bro, um… it might hurt a bit later… bear with it."

"You think you can kill me with a wrench?" The man immediately laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

A guy without the strength to truss a chicken actually wanted to kill a Wraith with a wrench? Wasn't this wishful thinking and playing the hero!

"Many guys used to doubt… my ability… just like you," Lin Que raised the wrench: "But… I proved it to them all. Now I'll prove it to you too."

As the words fell, raging flames instantly covered the entire wrench, and it slammed down on the man's head.

The woman retreated in horror. The "husband," who looked so terrifying in her eyes, now seemed to have no resistance at all, screaming again and again as he was smashed by the wrench. Large holes were caved in his plaster head, and black blood spurted out desperately.

The screams lasted for no more than thirty seconds before the man fell silent, collapsing to the ground with his head completely smashed.

"Bro, why are you so… unable to endure it… I haven't finished proving it yet,"

Lin Que sighed, casually threw the wrench covered in black blood aside, and looked back at the woman: "Sis, um… you don't have to worry about your husband becoming very strange in the future."

The woman opened her mouth wide, using both her hands and feet to retreat continuously. Compared to her sculpture husband, she now felt that the guy in front of her was even more terrifying. He didn't have the righteous image of the Special Investigation Department she had imagined at all, and looked more like a Wraith than a Wraith.

Lin Que glanced at the clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes had passed since he left the school, and it would take less than half an hour to get back now.

Now that the accident was resolved, the plot should be able to continue smoothly. When Bi Zheng finished that work, this script might be successfully completed.

Just as he was about to leave, footsteps came from outside the half-closed door, and at the same time, a slightly nervous male voice sounded outside the door: "It's here. The Wraith was smashing this house's door just now."

"God! The door lock has been smashed. Did the Wraith go in?"

"Don't talk." Another man's voice sounded, and then the half-closed door was kicked open violently.

Two figures appeared outside the door. The man in front had a cigarette in his mouth and a indifferent expression, while behind him hid a middle-aged man, who was pointing at Lin Que and screaming: "Wraith! It really is a Wraith!"

Lin Que's clothes were covered in a lot of black blood, which was still dripping down, making him look particularly hideous. It was no wonder he was mistaken for a Wraith.

When he saw the appearance of the person in the room clearly, the man with the cigarette paused: "Wang Tianshu? What are you doing here?"

He was too familiar with this face. Zhu Qiang in prison had nightmares every night, and the root cause was this face.

"Captain?" Lin Que was also surprised. The man with the cigarette was actually Chen Fu.

He looked at the middle-aged man hiding behind Chen Fu and roughly understood. It should be the woman's neighbor who saw the scene of the sculpture man smashing the door and chose to report to the Special Investigation Department, and the workaholic Chen Fu had rushed over.

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"Why is your figure in every Wraith incident? And why are you using this face again?"

Chen Fu frowned and walked in. The last sentence was asked close to Lin Que's ear.

He looked at the headless corpse lying on the side and the woman hiding in the corner, and asked, "What's the situation here?"

Lin Que told everything that happened here in detail.

"No, why do you talk so slowly? Can you speak properly? Are you putting on a show for me again?" Chen Fu got angry listening to Lin Que's slow speech. He put out the cigarette: "So the reason I couldn't contact you for the past two days was because you were dealing with this guy."

He pursed his lips and pointed to the headless corpse.

Lin Que nodded and then asked, "Captain, why did you ask me to call back? Did… did you find the information of that Lin Que?"

Chen Fu didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took out his phone from his back pocket, swiped it a few times, and handed it to him: "I went to our minister and asked him to use his authority to finally get that guy's information. I secretly took two photos while I was looking at it."

"I don't even know why I'm breaking the rules for you!"

There are still many good people in the world!

Lin Que took the phone with a smile: "Who told you to be my captain? A truly… good captain should be like… you, caring for subordinates."

Chen Fu's mouth twitched, never having seen such a shameless person.

The first photo on the phone was a file bag.

Three lines of words were written on the file bag.

[Sanjiang Yongning Mental Rehabilitation Hospital]

[Patient No. 001]

[Confidentiality Level: Top Secret]