It was the first time for Qin Tian of the World City Police Station to come here, and he walked in to ask for directions, and he saw Liu Jianjun on the third floor who was holding a meeting with his subordinates.

Through the glass on the door, you can see that Liu Jianjun inside is talking about something with an excited expression and fierce movements, and Qin Tian is very emotional.

is both middle-aged and the director, Liu Jianjun looks energetic, solid and solid, with black hair combed neatly, a pair of tiger eyes are very bright, and the short and fat Luo Feng who has thrown off the orange capital in a single appearance is not only eight streets.

It's just that this attitude towards himself is too flattering, seeing that Liu Jianjun greeted him with a flattering face, Qin Tian thought to himself.

The two exchanged a few words, and Liu Jianjun took Qin Tian back to the first floor, pointing to the humanity in the double-sided wall mirror: "Master Xiaoqin, it's him." ”

Qin Tian looked inside, it was a streamlined room similar to an interrogation room, with a wire bed on a new shelf in the corner, and a person curled up on the bed.

"It's not clear either, I'll go in and take a look." Qin Tian said.

Liu Jianjun pointed at the man and reminded: "Be careful, this guy doesn't seem to have a good brain, but I invited an expert from the first hospital of the city to see it, and said that there is no brain disease, so I asked you to confirm it." ”

"I know," Qin Tian pushed open the door and walked in.

It was the time when late summer was approaching early autumn, and it was a little hot near noon, but after walking in, Qin Tian felt that this interrogation room was cold and silky, and there was a feeling of moisture and humidity.

Approaching the bed, the man huddled in the army-green quilt was muttering something.

His whole head was buried in the quilt, and the words that came out resembled the low hum of mosquitoes.

The thin quilt is wet with water on the outside, and it has a dull black color.

His voice was so low that Qin Tian couldn't hear it clearly, so he took a few steps forward, ready to call him out of the quilt.

Just walked two steps, I don't know if the footsteps were heard by the people in the quilt, the whole quilt was visibly trembling, showing that the people inside were very uneasy.

Qin Tian reached out and was about to lift the quilt, and as his right hand continued to advance, the quilt shook even more.

"Ahem," Qin Tian coughed twice to strengthen his courage, and as soon as he grasped the corner of the military quilt, he felt a little cool at this touch, and the whole quilt was soaked, almost pinched out of the water by him.

The quilt slammed into the middle, and before Qin Tian could lift it, the shrunken guy inside poked out his head.

Qin Tian was taken aback when he saw his face, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

What kind of face is this, like a dead pig that has been soaked in water for several days, swollen and white, with seven or eight large openings opening from the forehead downward, and the pale red muscles in the wound are knotted with each other, and there is no blood, but it is just dripping red and yellow pus.

A smell similar to rancid swill made Qin Tian's nose twitch.

Although he couldn't see his original appearance clearly in this state, Qin Tian still found some expressions that he had been terrified for a long time.

This man's eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot into clumps, filling his eye sockets one by one, and he seemed to be in a state of extreme dehydration, and the silkworms under his eyes almost shrunk into black-gray pupae, without the slightest moisture.

But the big wounds on his face were clearly dripping with water, which combined with it, made him more miserable and frightening.

He stared at Qin Tian with dry eyes, there was no focus in his eyes, and his upper and lower rows of teeth collided, muttering in the cold shrinkage.

"What did you say?" Qin Tian asked sympathetically.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand hidden in the quilt, and grabbed Qin Tian's approaching face like a wild cat, and the voice in his mouth became louder.

The skin of his right hand was tightly attached to his five fingers, a withered gray color that had lost its vitality like an old man, but it was not like an old man who had lost its elasticity and was stacked together, just a thin layer shrunk, and it was still dehydrated.

Qin Tian had already taken precautions, and the bow kicked his right leg in front of him, leaving his scratching range.

But it wasn't without gain, and I finally heard what he said.

He seemed to repeat it tens of thousands of times, and his voice was hoarse and his voice was short, "I got it!" I got it! ”

Qin Tian stood a few steps away from him, watching him pitifully withdraw his right hand, which was as narrow as a dead branch, and then slowly retracted his swollen head into the quilt.

The inside of the exposed corner of the quilt was coagulated, and the blood water was smeared layer after layer, emitting an increasingly pungent stench.

He hid under the quilt, and shrunk his neck and said in a dumb voice: "I photographed it, I photographed it"

Qin Tianmo rubbed his face for a moment, his brows furrowed deeply, and the seal ring did not react.

Just as he was thinking about it, this guy suddenly half-sat up and roared like a heartbreak, which startled Qin Tian again.

"They're coming! They're coming, they're coming."

I don't know how much strength it took him to scream, and after the roar he collapsed on the bed, revealing half of his body, and stopped shouting and moving, just trying to look up at the pale roof with his small black dry eyes.

A narrow scar appeared against the corner of his eye, and water gushed out and fell on the bed, smudging a small area, and I don't know if it was his tears.

At this moment, he was settled, and Qin Tiancai tentatively approached a little closer and looked at the other parts he exposed.

His hair was a little wet, and the neat slabs seemed to be soaked and soft, and they limply pressed against his head; His face was still the same, but he didn't move at this moment, but he could clearly find that a white mist like water vapor was coming out of his mouth and nose between his breaths.

Looking down further, Qin Tian's eyes shrank, and there was a clear strangulation mark on this person's neck, purple and black, about half a centimeter into the body.

He was lying on his back at this moment, wilting and breathing air, and it was very difficult to swallow in the Adam's apple, obviously limited by the purple-black strangulation marks.

Qin Tian clenched his right hand, arched his back, his back was warm, his eyes were cold, and he opened his eyes to look at it.

After glancing at it, Qin Tian sighed in surprise, what is the situation.

With the same eyes as he had seen before, he could clearly see the strangulation marks, and he could clearly perceive that the marks were restricting the person's breathing and swallowing like substantial chains.

However, there was no color or vision for this strangulation.

There is no demonic spirit, and there are no ghosts, but there is such a trace.

Qin Tian slapped his fist lightly and thought about it step by step.

Forget it, don't think about it, Qin Tian looked at him lying down like he was dead with sympathy, and decided to go out to check with Liu Jianjun about his situation.

Filmed, what was filmed?

Walking out of the interrogation room, Liu Jianjun had already presciently handed over a washed photo.

"Master Xiao Qin, he said that this is the photo he took."