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In the gloomy path, a man suddenly ran out, and this man's face was full of ... lā

The sky was red, the clouds were low, but it was not raining, and the roads were muddy, with stagnant water and garbage.

The man ran a few steps, and a few steps further, and the traffic on the side of the street was within reach, and his fingertips stretched forward as hard as he could, as if he had passed through the darkness of the alley and touched the light.

However, at this moment, he seemed to see something, in the scene ahead, it seemed that something frightened him, obviously the alley in front of him, the light of the street lamp was dim, but it could still bring warmth, but in his eyes, the situation did not seem to be the case.

He panicked backwards as if he were hiding from God, and when he stepped back with one foot, he stepped into the muddy pool, and the cold water splashed on his legs, wetting his thin pants, but he seemed to be unaware.

As his other foot was retreating, he hit the brick used to cushion his foot in the pool, and the red masonry was kicked by the man's shoe, and the man immediately fell backwards.

The water and garbage splashed privately, and the man's body was soaked, the cold muddy water and the strange smell did not make him normal, he was still very afraid of the air in front of him, and waved his arms, trying to block something that didn't exist, and shouted loudly.

Fortunately, he was not far from the mouth of the alley, the violent struggle and frightened screams, so that he was answered, this area is some old houses, directly opposite the alley, is a small stall, tricycles, manpower, through the modification of the car has a lot of black stains on it, but this is a stall selling fried skewers.

Although the night was not deep, but there were few pedestrians, the boss was sitting in the back of the tricycle, watching the news on the mobile phone intently, suddenly, he heard the sound of shouting, he hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly ran over.

The owner of the fried skewers ran to the entrance of the alley, and at a glance he saw the man lying on the ground, this man still looked so frightened, but the degree of fear was much higher than just now, as if something that could not be seen had approached his body.

'It can't be psychotic, is it?'

The boss thought about it, first dialed the emergency number, explained the location, and then looked at the camera on the white pole behind him, gritted his teeth and leaned over.

"Brother, what's going on, can you still do it?"

He was originally kind, but this time it was even more exciting for the man, the man waved forward wildly with his hand, and even brought up the sewage and threw it all on the boss's body, and he was still muttering something, looking very terrifying.

"I'll check, if I meet a madman, or I'm taking too much medicine, I'm unlucky. ”

The boss said, stepping back, mentally ill beating people in vain.

So while hiding out, the boss also called the police, these days, who doesn't want to keep up with the realm of the Chaoyang masses.

In the darkness on the side, two people stood on their knees, watching the man fall, their eyes full of fear.

"Gong, do you think the two of us will do the same in the future?"

It was a man who spoke, short in stature, and if you didn't look at the stubble around his mouth, you would think that he was just a teenager who had just entered high school, and his face was tense and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"What do you say, as long as we hide quickly and don't make wrong choices, we should be able to persevere. ”

Gong's words were firm, but her eyes were also full of suspicion, her hands were clenched tightly, and her fingers seemed to be grasping the flesh.

This is a very beautiful girl, but now whether she is dressed or demeanor, she is full of embarrassment.

"Don't look at it, Zhao Ziwu is dead, let's go quickly. ”

The baby-faced man said, walking to the side, Gong looked back, and also turned his head into the darkness.

More than ten minutes later, the police car and ambulance came together, but when they arrived, your voice in the alley had disappeared, and when the police touched it, the man inside was already dead, with a large amount of blood in his eyes, and blood flowed out along the eye sockets, nostrils, and ears.

This is this month, the third case of death, of course, the cause of death is the brain pulp turned into paste, according to the doctor, it should be caused by a sharp increase in intracranial pressure, however, the pressure in the brain case, how high must it be, in order to make people's brain into a pile of tofu brain, this point even a few forensic doctors can't understand.

It was raining again, and we were now in the city on the northeast coast, and in front of us lay a man who had died in the night.

"The deceased Zhao Ziwu, who had extremely thin yin qi on his body, judged that he was not killed by the attack of ghosts. ”

People's bodies are more or less full of a little yin qi, and they can always bump into ghosts when walking at night, but in that case, the yin qi stuck to the body is extremely thin, and it will automatically disappear in half a day or a few hours, and it will disappear automatically, just like Zhao Ziwu's body, and cannot be used as a basis for death.

"Zhao Ziwu's soul is currently missing, there is no trace of him in the Yin Division, and there is no trace of his soul in the alley where he died. ”

Bian Cannon said word by word, with a sad look on his face, we have been here for two days, and we have not been able to find out anything.

At the beginning, a person died, the death was very strange, in the public, I don't know what was scared to death, the local investigators couldn't find out anything, the concentration of yin qi on the deceased's body was the same as that on Zhao Ziwu's body, extremely thin, not killed by ghosts, but even if a person is afraid, he won't scare his brain into a pot of porridge, right?

The first person died in the lobby of the hotel, and the second person died in the evening class of the university, the situation was the same, one of the two people was a white-collar worker, the other was a university monk, there was no intersection, they did not know each other, but the way of death was surprisingly consistent.

Because we were afraid that the things that caused this situation would continue to happen, we came here, but unfortunately, not long after we arrived, we received the news of Zhao Ziwu's death.

Like the two above, the three of them don't know each other, there is nothing similar, Zhao Ziwu is a worker, working three shifts, and died on the way home from work, his brain has become a mess, and his appearance is unharmed.

"Find out what these three people are doing online!"

I really had no choice but to look for clues on the Internet, and people are like this now, one thing on the surface, and another set of behaviors on the Internet.

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