"Someone you know?" Lu Cheng couldn't help but ask. "Uh, is it close?"

"Hmm." Shen Ran's answer was still reserved.

Lu Cheng heard that he was still reluctant to be too specific, and explained: "Oh, I ask this because we found a pattern when we searched for all the network traces that appeared on this number.

In this number with suppo

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In those pages where phrases like oup appear at the same time, words such as death, damage, kill, or kill frequently appear. This, you know what it might mean. Moreover, Zhuzhou, you know that place, is not large, located on the border between our country and Myanmar and Thailand, drugs, human traffickers, these illegal things have always been a lot.

So...... Since you said that it is related to the people you know, I will ask one more question, I hope that the person you know has nothing to do with this group.

Also, the pages on the Internet about this group are all temporary, and all of them have been deleted, which makes it even more suspicious.

Who actually founded this group, and what is the purpose of the people who founded it, I think further investigation is needed.

Although no one has reported the incident now, there is no clear victim. But ......"

Lu Cheng gushed down, but Shen Ran didn't say anything.

His mind was still stuck in what Lu Cheng said: death, injury, killing...... Regarding the situation in Zhuzhou, he was not unaware of this in the past, but he never connected these things with his father.

My father was an honest worker, he did his job, and he had never touched those illegal fields, as long as he concentrated on his work and life, if nothing else......

No surprises......

"Shen Ran? Are you listening? ”

"Well, listening." He was a little distracted, and then, he said, "I have an idea. ”

"What thoughts?"

"In addition to your regular investigation, you can try to bring this number to Sun Hui to see."

"Sun Hui? Are you talking about the Sun Hui who has already pleaded guilty after our last trial? ”

"Yes."

Lu Cheng naturally wanted to ask him, why did he do this? After thinking about it, he remembered that the last time Shen Ran interrogated Sun Hui, he was talking to Sun Hui alone.

The bewildering conversation between them is still fresh in his memory.

That was when Shen Ran asked Sun Hui the last question, and the topic went in a strange direction, becoming more and more incomprehensible.

At that time, Shen Ran asked Sun Hui why she suddenly chose to kill people during that time after suppressing the pain for so long.

Sun Hui couldn't say why, but said that for some reason, she suddenly made a decision to kill.

At that time, the police could only speculate that she was under the influence of drugs and mental illness.

But when Shen Ran insisted on asking her motives again, trying to make her remember what had happened during that time, Sun Hui's answer became strange.

She said she remembered a dream in which there was a man. Standing under a chandelier, her facial features loomed, and after a while, she saw that face clearly, and that face was Shen Ran's face! They are almost identical.

As soon as she thought of this dream, she felt a splitting headache, and she could only recall it anymore.

Now Shen Ran wanted to take a number again and ask Sun Hui.

Lu Cheng felt that there was an inexplicable connection between Sun Hui and Shen Ran, and this connection was still very vague and did not reveal the whole picture.

Maybe Shen Ran also felt the same way, just like Shen Ran said, this string of numbers came from his dream.

As for his dream, what the relationship with Sun Hui's dream will be, Lu Cheng doesn't know.

Maybe there was some kind of potential connection, Shen Ran already had some eyebrows, but he didn't tell him more clues, maybe Shen Ran was completely ignorant.

Since Shen Ran wanted him to help investigate, he would try his best to do it.

"Okay, I'll arrange it." Lu Cheng agreed simply.

"Thank you." Lu Cheng's attitude made Shen Ran sincerely grateful.

Thinking about it carefully, among the things he wanted to investigate, Lu Cheng was involved in the process, but only his father's part had not been told to Lu Cheng. And these details of his dream of his father, if Lu Cheng can know more, maybe it will be more helpful for his investigation.

But there seemed to be a shell in his heart that was protecting something. All this time, he did not have the habit of revealing himself.

When facing others, he felt that he didn't need to let others know too much, but in the face of Lu Cheng, it was another feeling.

He was willing to let Lu Cheng know more about himself, but when he faced Lu Cheng, he seemed to have another layer of concerns in his heart, and as for what he was worried about, he hadn't figured it out yet.

That night, Shen Ran had the dream that had appeared more than once.

It was still that dimly lit corridor, and he walked in a trance, cautiously.

At the end of the hallway, he saw the door again.

The door frame is high, and there is a number faintly in the middle of the door, which seems to be the house number. Poor light and poor viewing.

Want to walk in?

Every time he dreams of this, he chooses to turn around and leave.

Because soon, some unknown liquid will appear under his feet, which will become viscous.

Then the soles of his feet will become heavier and heavier, and the speed will become slower and slower, and he will be frightened in his heart, and he will immediately turn his head and run away, but the more anxious he will be, and the fear will slowly take over the whole heart.

It wasn't until the nightmare woke up that he was completely overwhelmed.

Now, at this juncture again, he instinctively felt uneasy and stopped, not wanting to get any closer to the door.

Soon, he felt the stickiness beneath his feet.

The feeling of panic struck again.

Maybe it's not the first time I've dreamed of this scene, maybe it's Shen Ran today, which is a little different from the past.

This time he didn't choose to turn around and flee from this place, as he had done in the past.

He looked down and saw that the trail of water was flowing from the ground in front of him.

Ahead, he looked up and looked ahead, in the direction of the door.

The water bubbled out from under the crack in the door and down to his feet.

The water was dark and smelled of blood.

He was a little sick to his stomach and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

He tried to lift his feet, but the soles of his shoes were now stuck to the liquid on the ground, making it difficult to walk.

According to his judgment in the past, he should have hurried up and run away now.

Today, however, he seems to have a more autonomous consciousness in his dreams.

An idea came to his head.

He didn't want to be trapped in this terrible corridor anymore, and if he wanted to get out of this corridor, there might be another way to escape but to escape.

Either backwards or forwards.

Go ahead and see what's behind that door.

He was terrified of that door, and perhaps, here, the way to get rid of that fear was to face it.

Thinking of this, he felt that his mind was clearer.

Although he was still dreaming, he felt very real at the moment.

He stepped on the sticky liquid under his feet, realizing that he had already guessed the nature of the liquid.

At this point, he told himself that what he needed was courage.

He needed more courage, even a little more.

Although he followed Lu Cheng on weekdays, Shen Ran also entered the crime scene, and he was not a timid person who fainted blood.

But here, it's not the same as when you're awake. In this situation, he couldn't help but be afraid, even if he didn't see anything.

Everything here has the potential to provoke deep fear in him.

He slowly approached the door, the texture of which became clear to him.

It was a bronze door with a frame higher than the average home door and a slightly longer width. More importantly, the thickness of this door, although it only revealed a crack in the door, Shen Ran could still feel the thickness of this door.

A coercive and cold feeling soaked his fingers when Shen Ran touched this door.

The bronze gate is engraved with a number, 001, maybe the house number, maybe not.

It looks like an ordinal number, representing a sequence of rooms.

Yes, what does the first door mean?

Thinking about this question, Shen Ran pushed the door open.

The door was not closed, it was pitch black in the door, Shen Ran couldn't see what was in front of him, and he didn't dare to go any further.

The fishy sweet smell was even stronger, and his throat felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to ask if there was anyone, but the occasion was too special for him to know which of his actions might trigger an unknown danger.

He was looking for a light source, and now it seemed that he had to grope for this space except to ask.

I can't say which way is safer, so it doesn't matter which one to try first.

"Someone ......" Before he could ask this sentence, a slight tearing sound sounded in his ears.

With a sound, a light source slowly lit up overhead.

It was a chandelier, and the distance above the lampshade, under the roof, was still pitch black, and only the area covered by the incandescent lamp under the lampshade had a light source.

The bulb lit up a few times before it was fully lit, and the surface of the bulb was also covered with some dust and stains, and it was an old lamp.

Wait, there was a man in a white coat standing, who was bowing his head and concentrating on the task at hand.

In front of him was a table with three translucent glass baffles erected upwards on the edges, except for the one facing the white coat.

So Shen Ran, who was standing on the side of the white coat, couldn't see what he was doing in his hands.

Now only a person in a white coat appeared in front of Shen Ran, and he raised his feet and walked towards that person.

"Hello, excuse me, this is ......"

He noticed that even though he opened his mouth to speak, the man was still focused on what he was doing, and did not raise his eyes to look at him.

He lowered his head to look at a table, and he wanted to get closer to see what the white coat was doing.

A circle of matte glass on the white desktop blocked Shen Ran's vision, and even if he got closer, he still couldn't fully see the items on the tabletop, and what the hands in the white coat were doing.

However, the closer he got to the table, the more disgusting the smell became.

I saw that the edge of the white table was slowly leaking out the dark viscous liquid.

The liquid ran down the edge of the tabletop, down to the floor, to the ground.

What the hell is he doing......

It was difficult for Shen Ran to keep calm in his heart, from these liquids, this smell, and those things on the table......

Yes, the thing on the table, although it was blocked by translucent glass, but with the only light source above their heads, Shen Ran could still roughly see a little bit of color from that thing.

Yellow, red, purple......

It's the kind of yellow that is close to the skin, and the bright red color makes up a large part of it, and there are some places where purple and black patches are exposed.

yes, what.

Shen Ran felt that this question was choking in his throat, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Eventually, he saw something else, and it was some hair, scattered and peeking out from behind the glass on the right side of his coat.

It was a single piece of dirty hair, the length of the hair was long, not like the fur of an animal, and the hair could be seen in the light of the black color......

Black, hair?

Shen Ran was completely speechless, he felt his scalp tingle a little, and he involuntarily took a step back.

He wanted to get out of here, he couldn't stay in this room anymore.

At this moment, the white coat in front of him raised his head.

He raised his hand and took off the mask he had been wearing on his face.

Under the light, his face was dark and mottled.

He looked at Shen Ran affectionately, with a knowing and warm smile on his face.

Then he said in a gentle tone: "Shen Ran, don't you recognize me?" It's Daddy. ”