Zhou Yue trembled and raised one of his hands, almost trembling into a sieve, the blood on his palm was bright and dazzling, and when he looked up again, the figure on the window was still climbing up.

Those swarthy eyes kept trickling blood from the corners of their eyes, looking straight at him.

"Ahh He screamed again in horror, ignoring the blood in the passenger seat, and took two steps back again.

In the blink of an eye, the figure on the glass window suddenly disappeared again.

He looked at the car window with palpitations, his spirit was still in a trance, his body was panting heavily, and only the sound of his breathing was left in the car for a while.

Until a few seconds passed, the movement outside was calm to a fairly normal level.

Zhou Yue slowly crawled over in fear, his frightened eyes cautiously probing out the window, his eyes constantly flickering, as if something would suddenly burst out from all corners of the neighborhood in the next second.

Except for the occasional sudden breeze outside, the "rustle" sounded a few times, and there was no other special movement.

Zhou Yue swallowed his dry throat, and his hands trembled as he stroked the doorknob of the car door.

Just as he was about to open the car door again, "Bang! A violent thud fell from the sky.

The dull impact of the human body was like thunder, almost overhead.

With the sound of liquid trickling, the crimson liquid flowed down from the roof of the car, and the front windshield was suddenly washed by red blood.

The rotten, flowery face fell from above, and lay in front of the windshield, staring at him with a burning eye.

"Ahhh

……

"Why hasn't he come here yet?" Bai Tang leaned against the wall with an unhappy face, he was already reluctant, he had already waited for thirty minutes before, and now he had waited for so long.

Jiang Futing looked at the time, "It's been ten minutes." ”

Then don't turn your head and look at Bai Tang for a moment, then suddenly turned around, walked to the guard room and knocked on the window: "Uncle."

The dirty window was pushed open, and the uncle raised his head impatiently with his head clubbed: "What are you doing?"

"How far is the parking garage from here?" Jiang Futing asked.

The uncle thought for a moment, then reluctantly got up from the stool, tightened the army-green cotton coat on his body, stretched out his somewhat dry fingers, and pointed out the window.

"Just turn right and go to the end, it's easy to find, two or three hundred meters away."

"Thank you." Jiang Futing nodded politely at him, and said to the person leaning against the wall, "Go and see."

Only then did Bai Tang stand up straight and follow slowly.

When the two of them arrived at the parking garage, there was only one Porsche standing there.

The car kept vibrating up and down in the parking space, and people who didn't know thought what the people inside were doing.

Jiang Futing and Bai Tang ran forward almost at the same time.

When I rushed to the side of the car, through the window, I saw that Zhou Yue inside was almost collapsing and shouting frantically, like a madman constantly pulling at the empty things in front of him, and his eyes were full of constricted pupils

Showing infinite fear.

Jiang Futing pulled down the car door hard, only to find that the car door was locked.

Just as he was about to use brute force, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned his head.

Bai Tang smiled calmly at him, "It's not all about brute force. Then the ghost gas of the fingertips poured into the lock, and the "click" of the car door sounded a sound of unlocking.

Bai Tang also said proudly: "Do you see it, use it flexibly."

Jiang Futing didn't speak, he directly opened the car door and pressed the person who was dancing desperately, "What do you see?" ”

Zhou Yue's body was suddenly held down, he was stunned before he had time to react, and then said with a wincing expression: "There was someone in the car just now!" Wrong! ”

He shook his head palely, and grabbed Jiang Futing with both hands: "That's not right! There was a ghost in the car just now! Ghosts! He's going to kill me! Here he is again! He's going to kill me! ”

Zhou Yue's hand was extraordinarily hard, Jiang Futing was not too thickly dressed, his nails almost pinched into his flesh, he frowned: "Who is that ghost?"

His voice was deliberately calm, low and comfortable, and people couldn't help but relax, Zhou Yue's eyes flickered, recalling everything that had just happened.

Finally calming down, when he thought of what he saw in his mind, he shouted again: "He is right there!" Right there! ”

He shouted, his hands frantically scratched and patted Jiang Futing's body, and struggled to point to the roof of the car: "It's right there!" He was just lying there! He's going to kill me! ”

"Calm down." Jiang Futing grabbed him hard, and with patience, he shouted coldly at him.

Those dark eyes stared directly at the person in front of him who was completely uncontrollable, Zhou Yue was forced to meet his eyes, Jiang Futing's pupils were black like a vast universe, deep enough to completely suck people in.

"He, he is." Zhou Yue stared at his black eyeballs as if he had lost his soul.

"Who is it?" Jiang Futing asked, his throat lowered.

"......" Zhou Yue opened his mouth, his lifeless face facing him, "Wang...... King. ”

Jiang Futing frowned slightly.

"Ahhh!!h Zhou Yue seemed to see a terrible and strange thing, and shouted frantically in horror.

"Don't ask, he's not right." Bai Tang, who was standing in the back, suddenly spoke.

Jiang Futing looked back at him.

Bai Tang continued: "It is estimated that he has been overstimulated in the past two days, and now he is a little out of order."

"What should I do?" Jiang Futing frowned and didn't dare to let go of his hands, and continued to press the person in front of him hard.

"Let's go in and see for ourselves." Bai Tang looked in the direction of the inside of the factory.

Jiang Futing looked at the person who was still struggling under him, and asked coldly, "What about him?"

"Give it to the doorman to call 120." Bai Tang glanced at the people in the car, and a trace of solemnity passed on his face: "I'm waiting for you here."

Because Zhou Yue had already greeted the doorman when he entered the door, Jiang Futing asked the doorman to take two temporary passes by the way.

Just when Bai Tang was about to wander inside directly, Jiang Futing caught it

His wrists.

"What's wrong?" Bai Tang looked back at him.

Jiang Futing pointed to the huge metal building like an exhaust pipe in the distance: "Go there directly."

Bai Tang was surprised: "How do you know?"

"The point of the incident on the news is the separation workshop, one of which has been destroyed, only that one." Jiang Futing looked at him lightly, looking disdainful of not watching the news seriously.

Bai Tang snorted, holding back his small emotions and arrogance, and turned to walk in another direction.

But when the two arrived at the scene of the incident, they investigated but found no special anomalies or clues.

Jiang Futing went to the security room again to get the right to obtain monitoring, but there was still no special discovery, and the corresponding workshop monitoring was disturbed that night, and there was no effective information.

"The police came to see them early this morning, and they didn't find anything, let alone you." The security personnel stood aside with a bitter expression.

Jiang Futing was still staring at the split screen in front of him, and his hands on the table tightened.

"Let's go." Bai Tang withdrew his gaze that stayed on the screen, "Go to the next place." ”

"Where are you going?" He looked at the person next to him with some confusion.

Bai Tang turned to look at him, his bright peach blossom eyes flashed with a strange light: "Go where you've been."

He was puzzled at first, and he didn't understand it too much, but after he was caught by Bai Tang for a few seconds.

He looked up and looked at the sign above him that shone faintly.

The surroundings were dark, damp, and cold, like a huge whirlpool sweeping him up, and then slowly swallowing it up, and there was a familiar cold and cold in all directions.

Mortuary.

It all ended here.

But it all started all over again.

It's only been two months, but there are so many things that he almost forgets the fact that he died.

The feeling of discomfort in the body when waking up, the feeling of losing control, those strangeness that obviously do not belong to you, but are churning in the body are still unforgettable, and even the coldness, helplessness and suffocation next to death are still fresh in people's memories.

Jiang Futing's breathing suddenly shortened, his hands trembled slightly, he looked at the glowing green light above, and squinted his eyes.

Bai Tang turned his head sideways and noticed the changes on his face, until the ghost qi on the person next to him suddenly fluctuated strongly, and when he thought it was about to overflow, it slowly calmed down.

Jiang Futing stood proudly in front of the closed door, and after his mind recovered again, he took the lead and walked inside.

If you have been to a place once, you can even say that you are familiar with it.

He raised his fingertips, the ghost qi in his hand churning inside, and only after making sure that there was no one inside, did he push the door open.

A cold wind burst out of the door the moment it opened and hit his face.

He closed his eyes and felt the cold wind and took a deep breath.

There is such a Myanmar in such a place

With a sense of familiarity, he coldly curled the corners of his lips.

I think it's a little ridiculous.

It's just that this time there is an extra footstep behind it, which is light and calm, which is reassuring.

"Smack!" When Bai Tang stepped in, the door behind him suddenly closed heavily.

The already cool morgue was completely wrapped in a strong sense of coldness in an instant, and the empty room suddenly fell silent without the slightest sound.

Bai Tang walked over, shook slowly in front of all the corpse cabinets, and then suddenly pointed to a cabinet in the middle and said, "This is where you lay before?"

Jiang Futing glanced at him with some surprise: "How do you know?" After asking it, I found myself absent-minded and meaningless questions.

Bai Tang knocked on the sliding door on the cabinet in boredom: "What are the traces of the ghost qi you left before?"

"Yes." Jiang Futing ignored his idiot expression, walked to the edge of the work cabinet, and flipped through the registration book of the corpse hanging on it.

Zhang Tong's body was only pulled over this morning, and the contents of the registration were easy to find, and it was turned to the back of the text record.

Jiang Futing glanced at the contents registered on it, and when he turned his head, he happened to see Bai Tang sitting on the coroner's table dangling his legs.

The other party was dressed in white clothes, he didn't tie his hair today, and many longer hair ends hung down in front of him, and his white and pleasant face looked particularly incompatible with the whole place of compassion.

"Cabinet 12." Jiang Futing put back the registration book in his hand and spoke.

(End of chapter)