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"Woo, woo, woo," Liu Junfeng, who was tied to the pillar, suddenly struggled violently, but with a towel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Zhou Ye turned around and walked over, took off the towel, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on all of a sudden?"

Liu Junfeng is not afraid of death, he has been crazy all night and he is not like this at this time, his eyes are almost rounded, he stared out of the window, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I, I saw a will-o'-the-wisp."

Zhou Ye quickly turned his head and followed Liu Junfeng's gaze. It was a place against a wall, with a large room next to it. The wind blew tree shadows back and forth on the wall, without any trace of fire. .

Liu Junfeng tremblingly said: "I really saw it, it flickered once and then went out."

"Aren't you afraid of people scarier than demons? You're also afraid of ghost fires." Zhou Ye picked up the towel again and was about to cover Liu Junfeng's mouth.

"You don't understand," Liu Junfeng's face of fear gradually faded, and his eyes glowed with excitement, "Even if I die, I should be killed by people, by the evil of human nature, which just confirms the point of view in my thesis. "

Liu Junfeng laughed: "An argument in exchange for death will definitely become an immortal truth."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Rong Zhao: "Are you right, Han Lei?"

The instructor said that his three views were not correct, and his roommates and classmates said that he was crazy, but he was actually very sober.

Many times, lunatics can see many things that normal people cannot see.

"You are really crazy, and he is not called Han Lei," Zhou Ye raised the towel in his hand, pinched Liu Junfeng's chin with one hand, and stuffed the towel into his mouth again, "Shut up, you .”

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Liu Junfeng with an unclear expression, no one knew what he was thinking.

Liu Junfeng whimpered a few times, and had to stop when he saw no one was paying attention to him.

Zhou Ye walked to Rong Zhao's side, turned his head to look at Liu Junfeng, and said in a low voice, "He just said he saw a will-o'-the-wisp, and it's probably true, but it's not a ghost, it's a ghost made by people."

Rong Zhao nodded, agreeing with Zhou Ye's point of view: "People who hide behind their backs and pretend to be ghosts usually have no real skills. We are not afraid of him."

"Well, I'm not afraid," Zhou Ye smiled, "With Rong Rong's protection, there is nothing to be afraid of."

After listening to Zhou Ye's words, Rong Zhao raised his chin unconsciously, even his voice was full of manliness, and his tone was very manly: "You stay here, don't move around."

Zhou Ye raised his hand and rubbed Rong Zhao's hair, forcibly rubbing away his steady and heavy manly energy.

Rong Zhao patted Zhou Ye's hand away, and gave him a dissatisfied look: "Don't keep moving my head, men's heads can't be touched casually."

Zhou Ye looked down at his palm and rubbed his fingers lightly, as if reminiscing about the soft touch of the other's hair.

"I'm going to find a photo." Rong Zhao turned and walked towards the door of the living room, then turned to look at Zhou Ye, "Be careful."

Zhou Ye walked towards Rong Zhao, and handed him a sharp fruit knife: "Take it, for self-defense."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "Then what should you do?"

"I'm fine. If that person dares to come out, I'll push Liu Junfeng out as a backer." Zhou Ye took half a step forward, his body was only less than five centimeters away from Rong Zhao, almost close to him, " I will give you three and 10 minutes first, as before, if you don't come back, I will go out to find you."

Rong Zhao didn't want anyone to see that photo, so he respected him.

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, remembered his kindness in his heart, took a fruit knife and a flashlight, turned around and stepped out of the living room door.

He went to the study to search again, put all the things that had been messed up before in their original positions, carefully arranged them neatly, and then continued to search in other rooms.

The Guan family's house is very large. In addition to the four-story spacious Chinese-style villa, there are two small buildings on both sides of the yard. It is not an easy task to find that photo in the dark.

We can't wait until dawn, as soon as it dawns, the task force for the Guan family extermination case set up in the second team will rush over.

That picture must never fall into their hands.

Rong Zhao walked across the yard, and suddenly heard a soft sound from the living room not far away.

He glanced at the direction of the living room where Zhou Ye was, and quickly ran to the living room.

Rong Zhao turned off the flashlight, clutching the knife that Zhou Ye gave him tightly in his hand, pressed his eyes against the crack of the door, and looked into the room by the moonlight.

The room was empty, and the cat raised by Liu Junfeng jumped down from the window sill and knocked over an earthen pottery flower pot under the window sill, making a "bang-dang" sound.

Zhou Ye heard the voice and walked to the door of the living room, and looked at Rong Zhao at a distance of seven or eight meters.

Seeing Zhou Ye, Rong Zhao pointed to the cat that jumped from the windowsill to the corridor, reassuring him.

When Zhou Ye returned to the living room, Rong Zhao pushed open the door of the living room, turned around and closed the door, leaning against the door panel.

He scanned the room vigilantly, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice, "I saw you, come out."

The whole room was silent, without any response, and even Rong Zhao, whose five senses were much sharper than ordinary people, didn't notice any strange aura.

As he himself said, that person seemed to have become one with the house.

Rong Zhao put the flashlight on the ground, gripped the knife tightly, the tip of the knife pointed forward slightly, and took two steps forward: "I know you are here."

Still no response.

Rong Zhao turned on the flashlight, and the dark room was illuminated by a beam of cold white light, and the objects cast high and low shadows on the ground.

With the light, everything in the room became clear, but Rong Zhao still didn't see any figure, but he knew that there must be someone hiding in this room, and that person was watching him from the dark.

"Gulu Gulu", a chubby object rolled to Rong Zhao's feet, and at the same time, a pungent smell came from the wind.

This kind of smell is familiar to every criminal policeman who has been in contact with a corpse. It is the smell that can only be emitted from a rotting corpse that cannot be described in the language of a living person.

This kind of smell likes to stick to people's body and won't dissipate for several days.

Rong Zhao lowered his eyes and glanced at the ground. It was a human head, not the one that had turned into a white skull, but stuck with carrion and maggots. There was even a handful of hair that was not long or short on the top of the head, which was peeling off from the scalp, revealing Biological tissue whose color and shape cannot be distinguished.

Judging from the degree of decay, this may be the head of one of Mi Qiong, Zhao Tian and He Yanyan that Zhou Ye has been looking for all this time.

The walking elephant wasn't lying, they did see a human head, maybe it was the one at his feet.

Rong Zhao bypassed the rotten head, walked towards the middle of the living room, and said in a cold voice, "Stop playing tricks, come out."

Still no response.

There is a special kitchen and a pantry in the living room, the only place where people can hide. With a flashlight on, Rong Zhao walked over step by step and stopped in front of a low cabinet.

This is the only place a grown man can hide in.

Rong Zhao was biting the flashlight in his mouth, holding the knife in one hand, gently closing the cabinet door with the other hand, and pulling it open abruptly.

The light of the flashlight flickered in the cabinet, which was empty.

With a "whoosh", another head flew over and hit Rong Zhao directly on the back of the head.

Rong Zhao heard the wind and quickly dodged to hide.

With a "bang", the head hit the wall, and an indistinguishable color liquid splashed out. The brain was mixed with blood, and the floor was wet on the wall.

Rong Zhao flicked on the flashlight and observed the head on the ground. This one was a little fresher than the one just now, and the hair was dyed, similar to maroon.

It is the No.6.12 victim of the 2 case, Zhao Tian.Rong Zhao has seen her photos, the length and color of her hair are almost exactly the same, and the time required for this degree of decay almost coincides with the time when Zhao Tian disappeared.

According to the calculation of the time of death, the first head should be the No.1 victim Miqiong.

Rong Zhao searched everywhere, that person is like a mass of air, he exists in this room, everywhere, yet can't be found anywhere.

The night wind blew in from the window, making the old window frame squeak a few times, as if playing an ancient unknown tune, revealing the sadness that has nowhere to tell.

Rong Zhao went to the dining table in the living room, sat on his favorite seat in the past, and looked down at a messy image of a sword carved by himself on the table.

My sister likes to sit facing him, and the two often fight under the table because of stuttering.Dad likes to sit with his sister, and Mom sits next to him.

Six years ago, there was always laughter here.

"I'm Guan Xu."

Rong Zhao's voice was very soft and deep, his throat seemed to be clogged with gravel, and every syllable seemed to be scratched by sharp edges and corners.

I don't know if it's to lure people in the dark out, or to tell myself.

This name has not belonged to him for a long time, it is so unfamiliar that even he dare not recognize it himself.

He was answered by endless silence.

Rong Zhao looked at the empty tables and chairs in front of him, put the knife in his hand on the table, and tried his best to hide the killing intent in his voice: "You are one of those seven people, and you have never left this house."

There was silence, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, beating the rotten smell to bloody and fragmented flesh.

Rong Zhao is not a patient person, his patience has long been exhausted.

He stood up, grabbed the knife, and walked back and forth across the room. His breathing gradually became unsteady, his pace became more and more rapid, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, "Get out!"

"Do you think you can become a housekeeper if you guard here, clean it every day, and keep people away?" Rong Zhao stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the ceiling, as if his body couldn't bear the pain in his heart , pulling him straight down, he said in a trembling voice, "You are a murderer, you should go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

"Feng Mingchen is already dead. I almost killed him with my own hands. Someone stopped me. That person told me that if I did it myself, I would never have a chance to find other murderers," Rong Zhao looked down at the gun in his hand. Knife, "He had a point, so I stopped."

"But I stopped not because I gave up the idea of ​​killing people, but because I didn't want to be caught. If I was alone at that time, I would have killed Feng Mingchen with my own hands," Rong Zhao's voice was very low, but it was as if soaked in a layer of ice water, cold It seemed to come out of a living person's mouth, "Just like now, I want to kill you with my own hands."

"Don't think that I dare not. My family members are all dead. I already have nothing in this world. I live to kill you one by one."

Rong Zhao could feel a chill slowly spreading from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, eating away at his sanity bit by bit, and he turned back into that lonely ghost who would wander the streets and alleys every rainy night .

Yes changed back, not always.

When did you start to change.

Rong Zhao felt two equal forces pulling each other in his mind, one was the relief and comfort that killing would bring, and the other was a pair of warm and dry palms.

After struggling violently, he stepped on the two forces and shouted: "Get out!"

Zhou Ye frowned when he heard the voice coming from the direction of the living room, with an ominous premonition in his heart, he was going to have a look.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao walking from the depths of the night.

He was still wearing the black clothes, black hair, black pupils, and even his eyes were pitch black.

His footsteps were slow, and the moonlight falling behind him made him look as if he had walked through a long snowy night, wrapped in a cold air.

The distance was a bit far, and Zhou Ye couldn't see Rong Zhao's expression very clearly. He only saw a cloth bag wrapped in cloth in his left hand, and there were two round objects the size of basketballs in the bag.

He held one in his right hand.