As far as the result is concerned, Bai Lingshun sent Ding Yu to her house smoothly, and then prepared to leave.

Then Ding Yu, who realized the pity in hindsight, found a place that was extremely wrong-

"Wait, didn't you say I sent you back?"

As soon as Ding Yu said this with a blank face, she saw Bai Ling almost burst into laughter, and said in her mouth, "Little Ding Yu didn't expect to have a time of 'amnesia'", laughing out of tears.

Looking at the angry and embarrassed person in front of her, Bai Ling suddenly felt a little sorry for her, originally wanted to see when Ding Yu would find out, but she didn't expect her reaction to be so slow.

I'm afraid it's probably because my mind is full of the previous scenes, and too, anyone who sees such a spectacular murder scene will suddenly come back to their senses, even if it's a policeman.

But Ding Yu didn't say anything more, because she couldn't refute Bai Ling at all, and when she entered the house, she saw Bai Ling walking away alone, and always felt that if Bai Ling was alone, there would always be a feeling of "it should have been like this...... Although there is, it doesn't feel sympathetic.

"Sister, are you back?" Ding Xin, the person inside, welcomed her.

Ding Xin curled up on the sofa, propped up the computer on his lap, his eyes were close to the screen, and his bangs were about to be pasted. She was wearing headphones and seemed to be playing a game, but the screen was dimmed, so Ding Yu couldn't see clearly what was in the computer.

"Hmm. The lovely sister nodded and went straight to the room, only to find that when Bai Ling sent her back from being drunk, she had already hung the police uniform that she had changed into, and it was hung neatly, without a trace of wrinkles, it was probably quite skilled.

said to his sister, "It's not early, go to bed quickly", but he was so noisy by the news that he couldn't do anything else, and a message came from his mobile phone-

"Sir, another pile of corpses has been found. "Think of that mountain of hundreds of corpses......

I don't bother to mention who it is, because the only one who can cause such a situation is the "white ghost". It's almost a nonsense modus operandi, and no one even dares to imitate the crime.

However, Ding Yu didn't want to reply to the message this time, thinking that she would just think that she had fallen asleep at this point, and then turned off her mobile phone.

Ah, what a quiet thing I haven't seen in a long time!

But soon I took a shower and fell asleep, I was really tired, thinking about it carefully, I had done a lot today, accompanied Bai Ling to see the "Black Shadow", was taken to the bar again, made a strange agreement, and went to watch a murder live......

She may never understand why Bai Ling would do such a reckless thing at the expense of being scolded in her life. But she knew that nothing was extremely evil about what Bai Ling had done.

Brown Eyes wanted to try to stay under the covers for a while, but it was clear that the drowsiness did not allow her to do so, and she was already completely asleep after just closing her eyes for a few seconds......

She dreamed of something strange—

I dreamed of a man standing in a room stained red with blood, at first, his face was expressionless, but soon he burst into tears, and the dagger in his hand gradually loosened and fell to the ground, making a sound that was not loud but so harsh.

The man had her back to her in the dream, she tried to get closer, but with every step, the picture would move forward, she would never be able to touch the person in front of her, and even if she called, the person would not react, only cry to herself.

I vaguely felt that it was in a not small room, like the sunset, it illuminated the man's long white hair with a beautiful color, but it still couldn't give it the slightest warmth, from near to far, the person gave outsiders a cold feeling.

The blood light reflected on his face and shone on the pure white dress, and the man seemed to be surrounded by dark red, even if he shouted for help, even if he asked "why" again, no one would pay attention.

This dream felt unattainable but close at hand, the siren sounded in the dream, Ding Yu quickly reflected after many years of professional influence and turned her head to look in the direction where the sound came from, and saw several police cars parked outside the house.

The man finally stopped turning her back to Ding Yu, and she turned around and looked at Ding Yu—though she didn't know if the man was just looking here.

She faced Ding Yu, her red eyes were unprecedentedly familiar, and the voice outside overshadowed the voice, but the shape of her mouth, Ding Yu could see what the person wanted to say: Help me.

Yes...... That's Bai Ling.

Bai Ling, who killed his adoptive parents but wanted to ask for help......

If someone really reached out at that time, then Bai Ling's life would not be like this, but it's a pity that she met such a person too late after all.

This is the end of the dream.

Bai Ling was also on the way back, the cold wind blew, and sure enough, a dress was too thin, and her skin was blown even colder, but she probably didn't feel how cold it was.

The night is quiet, quiet to the point of horror, but it is also suitable for her atmosphere, "The 'white ghost' belongs to the night", because killing people is also a major feature of the night.

The white dress glowed faintly on a night when there were neither street lamps nor moonlight, setting off her already bloodless face, and her red eyes were just the right amount of embellishment.

"Hmph~ It feels good to tease Xiao Dingyu like this. She smiled and stretched, as if she had forgotten what she had just done.

Weave through the crowd, take their lives, and then act like nothing happened afterwards. Because I'm used to it, I don't have any extra feelings.

Since he was alone, Bai Ling didn't play much of his own tricks, gently humming a comfortable tune that no one had heard, watching some bright lights appear in the sky and gradually dim back, and finally returned to the dark passage leading to the prison.

She has been to this place countless times over the past ten years, from the first time she was accompanied to almost every time she enters alone, as if she has become accustomed to this process.

I also want to thank that no one has been found here, so there is no monitoring, otherwise Bai Ling's really don't know how to go back.

Entering through the dark passage, and then glancing at the small space outside the room, there was no light because the lights were not on, and the footsteps caused a burst of echoes.

"Xiao Jianglan has already gone back. Bai Ling didn't see the shadows of others wandering here.

After all, Jiang Lan also has to go home to rest, he doesn't treat this place as his home like some people. Even if it's late, he has to leave work on time, and there is no room for him here.

Looking at the row of five doors and five rooms, I couldn't tell which ones were there and which weren't.

Skillfully opened the door and entered his room, which was unexpectedly empty.

Turn on the light and go in and close the door, turn on the light, the yellow-white light makes the whole room much brighter, throw the bag to the bed from a distance, but I am not afraid of the gun going off.

Today is another day without sweating at all, yes, even if she does a fierce exercise like killing, there is not a drop of sweat on her body. Because not tired at all.

Ran into the bathtub and took a bath, lying in it holding his knees, half of his face was buried, only his eyes were still outside, his mouth spat bubbles from under the water, and his smile disappeared for a while, turning into a thoughtful expression.

The water reflected the face with a not very good-looking expression, and even Bai Ling himself would sigh, "It turns out that I have such a nasty appearance."

All day today, even if she hid it well, she still couldn't help but think about the same question: Is he still alive?

Is the person who thought she had disappeared and died? Is it okay for her to go to the cemetery three or four times and kneel in front of the tombstone without a body?

She couldn't answer herself, and she knew deep down that such questions were useless.

That night, I didn't have much time to sleep, but I also felt that I had a long dream-

It's still the warden's office more than ten years ago, the people who are still reading books and the people sitting at their desks, and the two people who haven't communicated much.

After reading the book, he threw it back, and then the guy said a few words that no one could understand, and then ...... There was a knock on the door, asking "Are you alright, sir?" but he was about to slam on the door.

It was obvious that some police were coming or something, so the guy walked towards the door unhurriedly, Bai Ling glanced at him with his eyes closed, he didn't want to move, and he needed to pretend that he couldn't move because his hands were handcuffed.

The position she was sitting in was so good that people outside the door wouldn't be able to spot her as long as they didn't walk in.

Then she heard a conversation like this—

"Mr. Jiang, someone said that they saw a fugitive fleeing into your office, did you see anything?"

"Hmm? No. "He's pretending to be like that.

"Yes...... Yes, then we will take our leave, if there are any clues, we must report them as soon as possible!" As he spoke, the dozens of policemen left, and Mr. Warden-Jiang Lingmao sighed and closed the door.

He looked at Bai Ling, who didn't want to move and didn't have the intention of resisting: "Let's go quickly, it's easy for you to break free of the handcuffs or something, right?"

"Huh?" Bai Ling's expression deeply interpreted her confusion, so she was even more convinced of the point in her heart that "this person's brain is broken".

"I said, run away. He repeated it again, but he didn't say the classic "maybe I'll regret it later" line, just leaned against the wall far away from Bai Ling.

Yes, he was right, for Bai Ling, the handcuffs would shatter in half as long as he moved twice, and if he slapped twice, he would be shattered.

Bai Ling broke the handcuffs in disbelief, walked towards the not-so-small window behind the desk, gently pushed twice, broke the iron railing, jumped up with his hands, and looked back.

Jiang Lingmao slowly took out his gun, shot at the wall, and then waved goodbye to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling left, and after a gunshot, she subconsciously dodged, and finally fell down when she saw a wave of motion.

Only then did I realize that it was indeed easy to escape, so the most serious problem was not this, and the only problem that made people laugh and cry was-

Where are you going?