Rainy night, cool. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info gloomy weather, straight to teach people physically and mentally tired. It is not clear whether the weather affects people's mood, or whether the mood responds to the weather, the dullness makes people depressed to the extreme, and even reveals some deep fears. Under the dim path, a few dim street lamps emitted some light tiredly in the dark night. However, the light can only shine to a small range, like the afterglow of the sun, powerlessly refracting a faint afterglow. The orange soft light is scattered in a few places, and it looks particularly strange on a gloomy rainy night. Everywhere the light was gone, it was pitch black. From time to time, a few small hoarse cries could be heard in the grove of low trees, adding a sense of horror to this strange space.

In the rainy night, a figure slowly walked from the dark to the street lamp, without an umbrella, or rather, dragging tired steps numbly in the rain, walked to the weak street lamp, and stood quietly. No one knew what he was thinking, he lowered his head, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the rain was slowly falling down his hair and clothes. Time passed second by second, he stood motionless under the light, even the pouring rain gradually became smaller, and finally became soft and soft, and became a silk dot floating in the mist.

Two people walked in the distance, holding umbrellas, and saw such a strange person standing in the rain, with his hair scattered, his clothes ragged, and several big holes cut, randomly matched with different colors of fabric, which looked so unbearable. In addition, the whole person stood motionless in the middle of the path with his head down, which made the two people with umbrellas frown. As he passed, the woman who was close to him glared at him with disdain, sneering, as if to say to herself, "What do you want to do in the middle of the road?" The man who came with her pushed her arm and pulled her to hurry over. The night was calm again. The man was still standing still, like a statue. Suddenly, he heard a rapid gasp coming from his mouth, and with a look of hatred, he looked fiercely in the direction where the two men had just walked. The eyes became more and more strange, and the bloodshot eyes revealed a cold chill. He didn't even think about it, and walked straight down the path. In a quiet place, only a few lone lamps lingered in the rain.

Early in the morning, Zhang Lin was called back to the bureau by an urgent call. After a long time, he walked out of the room, sat down in a row of chairs in the hallway, pulled out a cigarette and smoked it. One after another, smoky. He felt very irritable in his heart, and his brow was not relaxed. When the last cigarette burned out, his brows twisted even more.

After a while, a person walked out of the next room and sat down next to Zhang Lin with a sad face. He handed a cigarette to Zhang Lin, frowned and asked, "Zhang Lin, what do you think about this case?" Zhang Lin glanced at the person next to him and did not speak. His face darkened, and it was even more obvious than before. In an instant, the two fell into silence. Only the sound of even breathing echoed deep in the hallway.

"I don't know." After a long time, Zhang Lin helplessly spit out a sentence. After that, there was silence again. The lights in the corridor flickered and flickered, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the damage to the route or some other trouble, and a heavy breath poured out from the bottom of the ground, as if something had awakened from a deep sleep, mysterious and mysterious shrouded this world. I don't know when the flame of the cigarette butt is extinguished, the two figures in the corridor are still in deep thought, no one wants to break this heavy silence, even the wheezing sound of the two, the surrounding scenery is boring to listen to. It wasn't until the door closed as if it was slammed shut by a gust of wind that the two of them were pulled back to reality from their meditation. The person sitting next to Zhang Lin suddenly stood up, gasped, looked at Zhang Lin's gaze, and said slowly: "Let's go!" I'll treat you to a good meal, and you can't think of anything right now, anyway. Zhang Lin raised his head and looked at him, waved his hand, and signaled that he would not go. As if hesitating, Zhang Lin said seriously: "You go, I still want to flip through more information." I'll have to work overtime again tonight. The man patted Zhang Lin lightly on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Don't be tired, take your time if you can't think of it, sometimes you need to relax if you are too tired." The vacation you saved last year, don't save more and more for me this year, go out and walk around, don't squat in the data room all day. Zhang Lin didn't answer him, just sat quietly in his chair and listened. Maybe it was that person's words that made Zhang Lin think of something, or perhaps, Zhang Lin fell into some kind of memory at the moment. The man sighed slightly, shook his head, and left.

Soon after, Zhang Lin slowly pushed open the door of the data room, and there was no one inside, and the table was scattered with the materials he had turned over, which was a little messy, and he didn't think so. These scenes are not the first time they have happened, from the moment he became a criminal policeman, the data room has become half of his bedroom, sometimes he is sleepy when he is looking for information, he takes a nap here, wakes up and continues to look for the information he needs. This is the first time this has happened, but there is no clue at all, as if everything has completely disappeared as if it had been wiped out of traces. He trembled, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was giving up on himself, "Damn, is this murderer a ghost?" After saying this, he walked to the table again, pulled a chair by his hand, and sat down tiredly. He always believed that Skynet would be restored and not leaked, and all murder cases would leave a trace of it more or less. In the past few months, the same killing methods have been used to kill people, and people have been brutally killed to death, but after checking for a long time, nothing has been found. Zhang Lin clenched his fists unwillingly, punched himself in the face, and said fiercely: "I don't believe in evil, I have to find a clue." After speaking, he picked up a push of the information book next to him and looked through it intently.

His eyes could not be separated from the information for a moment, and he did not notice that the closed door opened silently. He didn't notice all this. It was pitch black outside, the lights in the corridor didn't know when they went out, and the surroundings seemed to be smeared with black paint, black and terrible, silent and silent. The empty corridor, only the faint light from behind the opened door revealed, from a distance, like an eye that glows in the dark, strange and unpredictable.

Zhang Lin suddenly noticed a little cold, he put down the information in his hand, glanced around, and found that the door behind him was open at some point, his mind was a little confused, could it be that he was dazzled? He clearly remembered that he closed the door when he came in, so who opened this door? He tapped his head hard and found himself dazed. Maybe someone opened the door and saw that they were concentrating on their work, so they secretly left. That was the only explanation he could make.

He got up and approached the door, and the moment he wanted to close it, he saw a dark shadow flash in the hallway, although it was only a moment, but he saw it. Zhang Lin reflexively raised his vigilance, stretched out the pistol on his waist with one hand, and looked around with his eyes. But outside the corridor, there was no sound, as if only his own gasps. The empty hallway was empty, and there wasn't a single ghost.