Zhai Feifei really couldn't understand what that weird man was doing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In her eyes, the man, who was a little pale and tired, walked inexplicably behind a tree on the side of the road, muttered to himself in the empty shadow, and then ran forward with a shout.

Zhai Feifei said hello to her colleagues and chased after her.

She didn't think that guy was just a neurotic in the ordinary sense, and if that was the case, it would only mean that she had lost her eyes this time.

After following the other man for some distance, the strange man stopped again.

Zhai Feifei was surprised when she thought she had been discovered. It stands to reason that she is also a professionally trained police officer, and her tracking skills are still much higher than those of ordinary people, so she shouldn't be easily noticed, could it be that the weirdo is actually a hidden master?

As she thought so, she saw the guy start talking to herself again in front of the empty space.

Is this person a master or a psychopath? Zhai Feifei was also a little confused for a while.

Listening to him say a few words, it felt quite like that, as if there was really someone in front of him who was having a conversation with him. And judging by the tone of his voice, the non-existent person seemed to be a young child.

Wait, kid?

A thought crossed her mind, but it was too brief to grasp its meaning before it vanished.

However, there is one thing that Zhai Feifei is more convinced, this strange man is really related to this incident, or rather, he really knows some secrets but does not tell the police.

Failure to report information is tantamount to aiding and abetting abuse. Even if it doesn't constitute a crime, for Zhai Feifei, such behavior is extremely hateful.

Just as she was thinking about this, the other party took another step.

Seeing this, Zhai Feifei followed without hesitation.

She wanted to see what the man was hiding.

……

Ming Chuan half-squinted at Xiao Le in front of him, the translucent ghost was suspended in the air, fluttering forward, and from time to time he would be attracted by the things around him and stop.

The other party's speed was not fast, and Mingchuan did not urge. Although he knew that time was a little tight now, and he could have more security if he found the child who had disappeared recently, but he was also worried that being too anxious would scare Xiaole and make him run away from him again.

walked unhurriedly until he walked to the outskirts far from the city, and when Xiaole finally stopped, the sun had sunk in the west.

At the turn of day and night, the sky takes on a dark purple color, which looks quite mysterious.

What appeared in front of Mingchuan was an abandoned warehouse, standing alone in the wilderness.

From the outside, the area of this warehouse is quite large, covering an area of at least several hundred square meters, although there is only one floor, but the height is about five meters, the spire gray wall, everywhere is in tatters, and there are not a few intact pieces of glass on the windows.

Xiaole seemed to have forgotten the existence of Mingchuan, and happily floated in and hung Mingchuan at the door.

Looking up at the warehouse in front of him, it looked very eerie against the dark purple night sky, looking like a hungry beast, opening its huge mouth, waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

Ming Chuan frowned slightly, the expression on his face was no longer the usual listless, revealing a solemn look.

From Xiaole's previous words, it can be inferred that the warehouse in front of him is what he calls "home", that is, the place where the ghost who captured the children is entrenched.

However, at this moment, Ming Chuan had already stood at the door of this warehouse, but he did not feel any ghost aura at all.

No, if it were the breath of a ghost, he felt it, and there was more than one, mixed with the vitality of the living, and it required careful discernment to discern it.

These are just the spirits of the dead, not fierce ghosts, and they can't even be called ghosts.

Soon, he recognized Xiaole in it.

In addition to Xiaole, there are a few, which feel very similar, and it is estimated that there is Lei Lei in Xiaole's mouth.

Quantitatively, not quite right.

Ming Chuan's brows furrowed even tighter, and his face was as gloomy as water.

In this warehouse in front of me there are not only the ghosts of children, but also living children, and there are more than one person.

He was a little suspicious when Xiaole mentioned the child "Lei Lei" before, but at this time he was even more sure of this, and the victims were not only the five children who were reported.

I'm afraid that there were already victims before Xiaole, but at that time, the murderer still had some scruples and didn't dare to be too public, so the frequency of crimes was not very high, which did not attract too much attention.

The fact that the name "Lei Lei" was not among the four victims also proves that this inference is correct.

What made Ming Chuan even more angry was that the souls of these victimized children could not be at peace after death, and they did not immediately follow the ghost mission to the ghost world, but were left in the world by the murderer by some means.

I wanted to take down the murderer and ghost in one fell swoop, but at this time, I couldn't feel the breath of the other party, Ming Chuan felt a little unhappy in his heart, but after thinking about it, this was also an opportunity, he could take advantage of the other party's absence, purify the souls of those children, and send them away.

Just do it, Ming Chuan raised his steps and walked towards the warehouse.

The sun was setting, and it was pitch black in the warehouse, and there were dark shadows everywhere, and everything was not very real.

The souls of the living and the dead were mixed and fluttered in front of Mingchuan's eyes, making him indistinguishable.

Life and death are intertwined, and the world in front of us seems to be in the gap between the two worlds, both real and illusory.

Ming Chuan walked slowly along the surrounding walls in the warehouse, pausing from time to time to look left and right.

The dim light affected his vision, and young figures kept running in front of him, leaving behind a string of crisp laughter. It's as if there is a group of innocent children playing freely in front of him, doing all kinds of joyful games.

Whether it is a living child or a dead ghost, they all seem to be playing and frolicking carefreely, looking unusually happy, without the sadness of leaving home at all, and not even the sad atmosphere is not there at all.

They don't know how much uneasiness their parents have caused in society because they fear for their comfort. They are like birds that have broken free from their cages, unrestrained and happy.

Feeling like he had strayed into a children's paradise in another world, Ming Chuan felt confused and confused about the scene in front of him, and he couldn't understand what the murderer wanted to do.