With the sound of the axle running, the garage door was fully opened.

Inside the door, it was pitch black.

In addition to the mixed smell of motor oil, gasoline and rubber burnt, there was a strange stale smell in the air.

The air was convection, and a breeze was blowing from inside the dark door.

Huang Yifeng was so nervous that he trembled, and on this night when the temperature was only six or seven degrees, a lot of sweat oozed from his palms and forehead.

Yeming turned up the brightness of the flashlight slightly and swept the space inside the door.

This is a fan-shaped room, about 20 meters wide, and there are many tire marks on the ground faintly.

Looking down, you can see that there is a thin layer of dust on the ground, and the tire marks are not recent.

On the opposite wall are three empty circular display stands, where you think there used to be expensive race cars.

Yeming walked forward on tiptoe, and Huang Yifeng also had a tacit understanding of learning from him, and he was tightly attached to his back.

This is done to avoid making too much noise, after all, it is difficult to say whether there will be people if you go further inside; Second, avoid leaving intact shoe prints.

After touching the display table, there is a deep corridor again.

Estimating the time, there were twenty-five minutes left at most, and Luminous quickened his pace.

At the end of the corridor, there is a fork in the road.

The best plan is for the two to go their separate ways, one left and one right, but considering the state of the little fat man, Yeming gave up this option.

The two of them walked together to the left, and everywhere they went was pitch black.

There are four rooms on each side of the passage on the left, with names on the doors, like a race car driver's private lounge, and a locked door at the end.

Yeming wiped the doorknob with his clothes, and a noticeable layer of dust appeared on the black sweatshirt, and no one was in or out for a month.

According to the news report, Zheng Hong's death was 10 days ago, so there is no need to waste effort here.

So, the two turned back and headed to the right side of the fork in the road.

Excluding the wrong option means that you are one step closer to the truth.

At the same time, it is also close to the 'general teacher' that Huang Yifeng is extremely resistant to but has to face.

The passage on the right is noticeably much more spacious, with four rooms on either side; They are the general manager, coach, logistics, and foreign affairs office.

The doors were also locked, and the dust on the doorknobs also showed that no one had cared for more than a month.

The two continued on their way to another fork in the road.

This time, without much thought, Yeming resolutely walked to the right.

On the left side are two large doors that are opposite, locked by falling steel bars, in the old style of not being able to open from the outside. You can hear the slight wind outside, and it is very likely that there is a training ground behind the door.

On the right side, there is a bathroom and a complete (mechanic) department.

"This should be it."

Ye Ming leaned into the little fat man's ear and reminded softly: "I'll go ahead, if there is anyone inside, listen to me, let you run, run along the same road quickly." ”

Huang Yifeng's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he didn't dare to squeak, clenched the baseball bat in his hand, and nodded in response.

'Click'

The door, not locked.

Lumin clutched the Swiss Army knife in his hand and tiptoed through the door.

A strange smell that makes people feel sick to the stomach, even the mask can't stop it, and it goes straight to the nasal cavity.

I scanned it with a flashlight and found that it was just an office.

Four desks with messy desks and some printer paper and folders scattered on the floor. Yeming motioned to Huang Yifeng to pay attention to his feet and not to step on items such as paper.

The office is about forty or fifty square meters, and if you continue to walk forward, you will find a downward staircase in the corner of the wall inside.

On the marble steps, there seems to be dripping solids.

Ye Ming's brows tightened, dimmed the light of the flashlight again, pressed it into the palm of his hand, and leaned down to take a closer look.

Dark red.

Bloodstain!

Thirty steps, scattered with a lot of similar dried blood.

Although Huang Yifeng didn't look carefully, he had already guessed what it was, and made up how a murderer with a bloody head in his hand walked through the stairs.

At the end of the staircase is a chamfer.

Before stepping down the last step, Yeming shines the flashlight on the other side of the fold and waits for three seconds.

There was no sound.

However, his intuition told Yeming that there must be someone inside.

It could be the murderer, and there was another possibility, perhaps, not a living person!

Chong Huang Yifeng made a gesture to let him cover his mouth, and the two finally walked out of the stairs.

A rather large space is presented in front of the two of them.

Why can I be sure that this ground floor space is quite large? Because, far ahead, there is a laptop that is turned on.

It's just that the range that the computer can illuminate can't be seen from the angle of the staircase.

If the computer is on, someone is here, or someone was here not long ago.

Fifteen minutes left in the estimated time.

Yeming quickly swept around with a flashlight, and there were all kinds of equipment and spare parts for modifying and repairing racing cars everywhere or piled up;

a red-and-white motorcycle, a blue-gold motorcycle with the front wheel removed and not yet modified; Tires littered everywhere, overturned toolboxes, suspension arms and wire slings that lifted the car.

On the steel cable, there is a person hanging upside down!

It's not just hanging upside down, it's like a marionette, fiddled out with some kind of twisted shape.

Huang Yifeng covered his mouth, restrained himself from shouting, the cold hair on his body instantly stood upside down, and he subconsciously took two steps back. Corpses and the like, he is not so repulsive, the main appearance is too sudden, and the posture is extremely weird.

Yeming stepped forward quickly, but when he saw the face of the hanged person clearly, he was a little confused.

Zheng Hong?!

Wrong.

The head belonged to Zheng Hong, but the rough stitches on his neck indicated that the torso and limbs did not belong to him.

"That's it? Needlework isn't good. ”

Ye Ming shook his head with disgust, beckoned to Huang Yifeng, and pointed to the computer against the wall.

Huang Yifeng suddenly felt like he had been amnestied, at this moment, as long as he didn't face the 'hanging man' directly, everything was easy to discuss.

[Quest Hint: Find Zheng Hong's head, completed]

So, the system determines the progress of the task in stages?

With this guess, Lumin continued to search the entire modification workshop.

"The head of the hanged man is Zheng Hong, and the torso is supposed to belong to some adult male, and the upper limbs are slender and painted with red nail polish, which is supposed to be from an adult female.

The lower limbs are stubby, the skin is noticeably loose, and judging by the indescribable features of the pendant, he is a man in his fifties and sixties...

The victims of the four cases of dismemberment and abandonment of corpses are all corresponding, and they are really serial killers.

What does this do? Mimicking a human puzzle?

Tsk, it's too much to imitate. As for the level of horror, heh, it's not half a star away from a certain interesting human centipede.

But... This upside-down state seems to have something.

In addition, the degree of decay of the head, trunk, upper limbs, and lower limbs is not obvious; There was no smell of formalin, and there was no sign of soaking on the corpse, which was frozen.

There are still blood stains oozing from the junction of the neck, which indicates that Zheng Hong's head and torso have not been cut for a long time.

So, did the murderer leave here to throw his torso?

If that's the case, the task can't be accomplished..."

While analyzing in his heart, Yeming searched back and forth for this modification workshop about two or three hundred meters, but found nothing. Although the area is large, what can be seen with the naked eye is only on the surface.

"Could it be that the system determines that the task is completed in stages, even if the task is completed?

No, you can't think of it that way.

Since the objectives of the mission are clearly defined, there is no such possibility. ”

Overturning the unrealistic assumption, Lumin once again came to the hanged man and took a closer look.

"This pose... Ah, I see. ”

Walking quickly to the half-modified car, Lumin noticed that the saddle of this car was noticeably higher than that one.

Yeming took off the outermost mask and wrapped it in his right hand, picked up a crowbar, half-crouched down at the junction between the rear of the car and the cushion, and poked it in.

The touch and slight crashing sound are not metallic.

[Quest Hint: Find Zheng Hong's torso, completed]

It's a bad taste...

Through the poor riding posture presented by the upside-down hangman, Ye Ming opened his mind and guessed that Zheng Hong's torso may have been 'installed' under the seat of the racing car.

"Brother Ming, Brother Ming!"

Huang Yifeng shouted twice in his voice.

"I found two hidden folders, and I can't open the password."

The position of the camera, Huang Yifeng was glued with black tape, and the microphone function had long been turned off.

Ye Ming flipped his notebook back and forth to check it, and asked, "Who owns this computer?" ”

"I checked the software purchase records, and it was a guy named Shang Fengtao. I've tried more than a dozen names, birthdays, and permutations and combinations, and they're all wrong. ”

Looking at the time, there were only three minutes left.

The mission objective 'Unraveling the Truth About Zheng Hong's Murder' has not yet been completed.

On the wall against the computer desk, there are commemorative photos of many club racers participating in major events.

Huang Yifeng opened the photo folder in the computer again, and gave Yeming a quick look, except for judging which one was Shang Fengtao, there was no progress.

The probability of blind guessing is less than 1 in 10,000.

The devil knows how many digits the password is.

"DAKAR2018, have you tried it?"

Huang Yifeng replied with a 'what do you say' look.

Looking around the four walls, I don't have the slightest clue to crack the password set by a player I don't know and has mental problems...

Wait a minute.

obsessed with modified cars to the point of madness; The shape of the upside-down hanger is made into a riding posture, and the door code expresses the commemoration of the Dakar Rally...

"Check which car Shang Fengtao used when he participated in the Dakar Rally."

Huang Yifeng immediately crackled and operated.

Through the commemorative photo of that rally, it was not long before the three models used by the club during the competition.

The brand and model are arranged and combined, and Huang Yifeng is input dictated by Yeming.

Finally, when I tried the fourth string, the folder opened!

[Mission Hint: 59 seconds countdown to the end time of the mission]

At the same time, another sound that made Huang Yifeng almost bounce came from upstairs.

Someone's coming in!

"Hurry up."

Yeming said calmly, put away the flashlight, and walked towards the stairs with a crowbar.

The worst outcome is not death.

At most, shine on it, get into a fight, and then disappear directly in front of the other party's eyes.

At this time, the little mission time left has become an advantage for the two.

Counting down silently in his heart, Yeming reflexively leaned against the side wall of the stairs, and the other party couldn't see this position.

The footsteps were soft, but, infinitely closer.

Countdown, 10 seconds.

Huang Yifeng rubbed his hands nervously, staring at the progress bar on the computer screen.

70%。

Countdown, 5 seconds.

90%。

The visitor had already reached the corner.

Countdown, 2 seconds.

99%。

Yeming pricked up his ears, ready to respond to a blow at any time.

Someone came down the last step.

A slender figure appeared at the end of the stairs......