"Bang!"

Duan kept returning to his residence, slammed the door shut, and lay on the bed with an extremely angry and anxious face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Angry, because the people in the town didn't believe him at all, not only that, but even mocked him maliciously, just like the police officer just now;

is anxious, because he knows that there must be ghosts in it, but he can't do anything about it, so he can only watch the murderer commit murder.

If it's the real Duan who doesn't bother to care about these things, what does it matter to him whether the residents of the town live or die.

There are thousands of people in this world, there are good people, evil people, sinners, villains, .......

Among them, whether it is the wicked, the sinner, the villain, or the wretched, they are all saved, and it is worth saving him.

There is only one kind of person who is not worth saving, and that is a fool, a fool who grows up, is stupid in doing things, is stupid in speaking, and is stupid in his heart is not saved, and he is not worth saving.

It just so happens that these people in this town are like that fool, they are really hopeless, if you have to die, then do it!

However, helplessly, Duan Cheng still had to save these fools, which made him extremely aggrieved.

However, there is no way yet, the plot setting of the characters is such a character, who would rather be rejected by the world and stick to the truth and justice.

Duan was annoyed when he thought about this, but now he couldn't do anything about it, so he could only wait for tomorrow to see if there was any chance.

As for now, it is the right solution to get a good night's sleep, and just when Duan was constantly preparing to sleep, the police station was shrouded in darkness at this time.

Detective Roger is on fire today, he was deceived by the old scoundrel first, so that he had to work the night shift at night.

That's it, but when he was on the night shift, the Calamity Detective said something in a daze, calling the widows of the whole village, saying that there was some real murderer.

Isn't that?

Roger grumbled as he got up and took out the coffee beans from the dining table and put them in the utensils to make coffee.

At this time, the street was dead silent under the dark sky, and the surrounding shops had turned off their lights, only the dim lights of the police station were flickering.

"Boom! Boom ......! ”

Roger picked up the cup and poured the brewed coffee into his mouth, only to feel that the feeling of sleepiness had disappeared a lot.

"I really don't know what's wrong, this town has become so weird now, there are people 'committing suicide' for several days, and if this continues, we, the police detectives, have become professional corpse collectors."

Roger yawned and muttered to himself, but alas, he didn't have much to listen to. Of course, even if there is an audience, Roger who is now sleepy cannot feel it.

"It's really strange today, after drinking so much strong coffee, it's hard to be so sleepy."

Saying that, Roger got himself another cup of coffee, and drank it directly regardless of the hot coffee, only to see Roger's eyelids keep fighting, and in the end the coffee still couldn't help him, and he was inexplicably sleepy.

In this way, Roger lay on the table and fell into a deep sleep, as if he had seen something in his eyes.

It was a woman, very charming, beautiful mature woman, compared to the few acres of thin fields in his family, it was really boundless.

"If you can really, experience this wonderfulness, even if it's worth dying." That was the only thought left in Roger's mind before he fell asleep, and then he lay unconscious on the table.

In his dream, Roger seemed to see the woman, full of sensual temptation, she was like the tempting addictive drug, which drove him crazy.

Roger only felt that his clothes had been peeled away by the woman layer by layer, until they had faded to his pants. The slender, blood-red nails of the hands seemed to hold his root and caressed there.

At this time, he really wished it was not a dream, he wanted to see the woman's appearance clearly, but he could not see it clearly, as if there was a layer of mist in it.

The more he tried to see clearly, the more insurmountable it became, but the temptation really piqued his interest, and it was extremely difficult for him to stand up.

Roger kept cursing, secretly hating himself for being useless at this critical moment, and he didn't work so hard when he was usually working on his own land.

Today, when he met the real Liangtian, he couldn't even stand up, but he didn't believe in evil, took a deep breath and jumped upward, and finally stood up.

But when he stood up, the woman floated backwards like a ghost, once again a meter away from him, and Roger bit and chased forward again.

But every time he took a step and was about to catch up, the bewitching woman moved away from him again.

Unconsciously, Roger only felt that he had walked out of the police station, and at this time there was a strange cool breeze howling on the street, but he didn't feel cold as if he didn't feel conscious.

He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his movements were getting faster and faster, and the speed of chasing the woman became faster at the same time.

Such a discovery naturally made Roger excited, he really couldn't suppress his feelings, and he also struggled to move his legs and chase after the woman.

But the woman disappeared from his sight, and all he looked around was a thick white mist, and in the darkness the white mist exuded a special terror, and he only felt as if he could not breathe.

These white mist continued to accumulate in his body, and at the same time, through his mouth and nose, surging into his lungs.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......!"

Roger couldn't help coughing, he felt as if he was not breathing, his soul was stripped out of his body, and the separation of soul and body made him more comfortable.

At the same time, he was free from the shackles of his body, and his speed became faster, and he ran aimlessly through the thick fog.

He didn't know how long it had been, it could have been a moment, it could be a year, or even a lifetime.

He didn't care, anyway, it was a dream, and there was no concept of time and space in the dream, and the dream was such a purposeless nonsense.

Until, from the depths of the fog, a black shadow peeked out, and he took a closer look at it as a black chain, the whole chain was black and weird, but it was extremely delicate.

Before he could react, the chains had already wrapped around his soul, binding his soul in an extremely strange way.

At first he was terrified, but when he saw the end of the chains, he stopped resisting and let the chains drag him off the ground.

When it came to the end, he finally saw that the woman at the end of the chain was as beautiful as a saint.

Roger muttered: "How good it would be if it wasn't a dream, even if it was death, I would be worth it, it was really worth it......!" ”