All the girls in the village who were born at noon on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month of the fifth month are here.

Lao Zhang said.

Murong Xiaoxiao and I looked at the girls in this room.

They would never know that they had become the next target of the murderer.

All the girls were crammed into the halls of the police station.

It always felt a little strange, and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness slowly came.

Screams, men's screams came from the back room.

The screams sounded, and the girls in the room fell silent, staring blankly at where the sound came from.

Bai Ziming ran out of his laboratory with a crawl.

"What's wrong?" asked Lao Zhang.

"Murderer, disembowelment witch ........"

Bai Ziming said breathlessly.

"What's wrong?"

The inexplicable sense of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.

"I ..... I have a letter on my desk. ”

"What?"

I took the letter that Bai Ziming was holding, and there were four letters written on the white paper with a red pen.

J E S S

"What do you mean?"

"The murderer is provoking. ”

The common problem of serial killers is that they always like to provoke and show off to the authorities, and they usually show their feet at this time.

But this paper is not only as simple as provocation, the paper is very thin, like the kind of paper that makes invoices, but it is not as smooth as that kind of paper, put it in front of the nose and smell it.

Alcoholic taste.

Is it a hospital?

No, no, the hospital will not use such a light and fragrant alcohol, nursing homes, too strong alcohol for those old people can't stand it.

Nursing homes? and so on.

"Xiaolu and Fangfang, they are outsiders, so you didn't investigate their information at first, right?"

"Yes......" Xiao Li said, obviously a little scared.

"Check it now!"

Xiao Li hurriedly sat in front of the computer and tapped the keyboard.

"Xiaolu is the birthday in June, Fangfang. ”

The finger suddenly stopped: "Fangfang was born at noon on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month......"

"The police stay here, Murong Xiaoxiao, you go to Xiaolu's house, I'll go to the nursing home, hurry up and find Fangfang." ”

The killer sent a provocative note and a warning of the target of the next killing, meaning that he would do it soon.

Damn, Fangfang is a person who often runs around.

I quickly ran to the nursing home, which organized an autumn outing for the elderly today, and only a small number of staff were on duty.

I walked down the empty hallway.

"Fangfang?"

I screamed a few times.

But there was no sound in the hallway except for my echo.

The sound of footsteps in this empty corridor was amplified to an unsettling level.

The door was pushed with a very abrupt and loud sound.

I looked at where the voice came from, but no one appeared.

My heart is beating faster, am I really scared?

No, absolutely not, it doesn't scare me.

I was calling Fangfang's name as I walked down the hallway.

But there has been no response.

"Smack. ”

With a crisp sound, the lights went out suddenly, and a few seconds later, the lights of the emergency lighting came on, and the room was a warm yellow.

I kept walking.

The heart is beating faster and faster.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, like footsteps, some kind of myriaped insect crawling on the ceiling.

The sound was rhythmic, like some kind of horrible and eerie music had been reduced to a minimum.

What's going on?

I'm not one to hallucinate because I'm afraid. I put my hands on the wall, adjusting my breathing.

But it's useless, the sound of rustling is getting louder and louder, and the frequency is getting faster and faster.

I felt like I heard human voices.

The nursing home was preceded by a madhouse.

I remembered what Xiaolu said earlier.

"Tell me about yourself. A familiar voice came from my ears.

"Lu Min, meet again. ”

Familiar and unfamiliar voices appeared again.

It can't be him.

It could never be him.

"Lu Min, Lu Min, come and play!"

Childish voices sing cheerful songs.

Everything is an illusion, absolutely, absolutely impossible.

Am I drugged?

Why did such a vision appear, it must have been drugged.

I quickly recalled everything I had eaten since I arrived.

I came to a door.

There is an advertisement for a nursing home on the door.

The smiling old man.

The light illuminated his face a warm yellow.

Blood, blood under the warm yellow halo also became dim.

Blood flowed from the corners of the smiling old man's eyes.

It's all an illusion.

I kept reminding myself that I touched the blood with my hand.

Warm, viscous blood, so real.

It doesn't look like an illusion in any way.

I pushed open the door and saw a large bed in front of me, white sheets that seemed to cover something.

I didn't have time to care so much, so I ran to the table next to me and pulled a pin out of a drawer.

A handful of stabs into his forearm.

Scratching hard, a cut was made, and blood flowed out.

I was drugged and bloodletting was the best way to go.

Blood flowed all over the ground, but the sound of rustling in my ears had no intention of stopping.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill. ”

The man's voice came to his ears.

Blood dripped to the ground.

The sound of the bed swaying was heard.

I looked back and saw an old man who was as thin as wood sat up from his bed.

Stood up and walked up to me, shriveled skin, a walking corpse.

Slowly approach me.

Before he could take a step, there was a place of flesh on his cheek that rotted, and pus accompanied by blood, and soon his face flowed.

I kept backing up until I got to the corner.

It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion.......

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, the old man in front of him directly turned into a pool of blood, and his bones and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

He slammed open the door and fell down the hallway.

"Sister?"

A petite figure appeared in front of me.

Without even thinking about it, he locked the man's throat.

"Smack"

The lights came back on, allowing me to see clearly who I was attacking.

"Fangfang?"