It was at this moment that the painting on the wall was lifted and gently handled, revealing the narrow, dilapidated door at the back.

Zhou Qi swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and the same person carefully carried the painting to a free place.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly, and when he turned back, he watched him knock on the door twice, finish the form, and then slam the door open!

In an instant, the swept dust poured out like mist!

The thick musty smell seemed to be an avalanche, and the momentum rolled from it fiercely.

As if they had encountered a biological weapon, they were trained to immediately cover their mouths and noses.

After the dust settled, Zhou Qi continued to be the leader, swept away the dust in front of him with a little disgust, and walked inside.

Before he could take two more steps, he heard his voice from inside: "You all wait outside."

The two people who were about to raise their feet at the door silently withdrew their feet hanging in the air.

There is no special reason for not letting people in, the main reason is that the space inside is too small to fit the huge group of people outside.

Judging from the area and structure, it is a bit like a cloakroom that was forcibly chiseled out in the later period.

And as for the ...... hanging inside, Because there are walls on all sides, the enclosure is impermeable, and the light outside is already rare and dim, and there is really no excess to spill in, and the inside is so black that only black remains.

He reached out tentatively and touched some of the fabric with ease.

There are different forms of fabrics, all types, and there are only clothes that no man can wear out of the house.

Zhou Qi's heart burst out, and his first reaction was to make clothes for the dolls.

He immediately withdrew his hand and took out his phone, and then the light source of the phone lit up the darkness a little.

The faint light was like a drop in the bucket in the endless darkness, and Zhou Qi held his mobile phone like the old man outside the door just now, and leaned forward to see the things in front of him a little bit.

It is indeed a cloakroom, nothing more than a cloakroom that belongs to a puppet.

But if it's just a cloakroom, why bother to cover it up with paintings, for fear that others will find out.

Zhou Qi didn't waste any more time exploring these things first, but reached out and groped on the wall to see if there was a light switch.

But the area of the empty wall alone is very small, and under the groping, except for the inlaid cabinet doors, various sewing tools and nailed hooks, there is no other touch similar to a switch.

It stands to reason that it should not be possible that the light switch is set outside, so that people will not find out that there is another space behind the painting, but it is impossible for him to do something in this black light and blind fire.

Zhou Qi was puzzled for a moment, but still turned his head and asked the people outside: "Look at the nearby wall or where, is there anything like a switch hidden?" ”

The people outside immediately moved, but only Jiang Futing and Bai Tang stood as dummies, motionless.

Yes, there is also Lu Changku, without the instruction of these two people, he can only lie at the door, staring at Zhou Qi inside with a pair of eyes.

As a result, Zhou Qi has always had a feeling of being on his back, and this place is dark, and when he came, there were two strange phenomena, and he became more and more nervous in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

No matter how good the psychological quality is, it can't withstand the thousands of beatings of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

With a spirit of dedication and professionalism, he constantly took deep breaths to hypnotize himself, and repeatedly recited the core values of socialism in his heart.

A hand continued to tremble and grope for the wall.

As time passed, he gradually adapted to the darkness, and only then did he still tremble, as if facing the urgency of the enemy, and then precipitated little by little.

Just when his fluctuating mind was finally calming down, he suddenly felt a strange touch on his fingertips.

Soft, smooth and full of elasticity.

A certain string in Zhou Qi's mind suddenly tightened tightly, pulled to the extreme, and his heart rate kept up with a roller coaster, with several ups and downs, which would go straight to the sky!

He withdrew his hand, slammed his phone to the thing in front of him, and shone it up little by little.

The faint light radiated by the mobile phone was very reluctantly focused, and the light on the thing was blurry, as if separated by a layer of transparent fog.

But this did not prevent Zhou Qi from seeing the things on it clearly, it was a skin that could be broken by blowing.

That's right, one, and a whole one, like a soft air-conditioner quilt on a summer day, hung on a hanger, looking pale and cold.

Zhou Qi's breathing also became cold with the temperature in front of him, he tried his best to maintain his sanity, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Did you find the switch of the light?"

"Brother Zhou! No light switch has been found at the moment! The criminal policeman, who was closer to the cloakroom, was the first to reply.

Jiang Futing heard the strangeness in his voice, and ignored what he had just explained, and walked in on his own.

Not only is the space cramped, it can be said to be quite crowded, because the space is forcibly mined, and only one adult can be accommodated on either side of the passage.

He cleared his throat to show his existence, took out his mobile phone to borrow a little light from Zhou Qi, and it happened to shine on the human skin.

The moment Zhou Qi heard his dry cough, he turned his head, and his slightly bloodless face was facing the light, and it was even paler.

Jiang Futing frowned slightly, quickened his pace, and took advantage of his height to cross Zhou Qi's shoulder with one hand and pinch the human skin hanging on the shelf.

The moment he started, his heart was suddenly shocked!

Then, like Zhou Qi before, he threw the light on the human skin, and an earth-shattering wave was already rolling up in his heart.

To be honest, this puppet, whether it is the pores or the texture of the skin, is all so delicate that it is a little unusual.

Judging from the current cognition, Lu Changrong should not have a hobby and demand for human skin.

Jiang Futing's fingers subconsciously used a little force, and suddenly felt that the touch seemed to be too elastic.

After all, it's human skin, composed of organic compounds, not colloids.

He groaned for a moment

, under Zhou Qi's surprised gaze, he made a strange move.

When he leaned down slightly, he happened to lean on Zhou Qi's shoulder, he held the human skin in one hand and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

In order to make a comparison, he sniffed on Zhou Qi's shoulder by the way.

One does have an indescribable and stiff smell of colloidal plastic, and the other has a very light smell of raw people.

Most of the ghosts in the world are in uninhabited places, and when they want to suck people's souls, they just smell the smell of people.

Jiang Futing put down the things in his hand and said in a low voice: "It's a fake skin."

"If you don't test it, you can smell it?" After Zhou Qi heard this, although he didn't believe it, his heart that had been hanging high fell halfway.

Jiang Futing whispered "En", "People have the smell of people." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Bai Tang outside.

Zhou Qi seemed to sense his intentions, and said bluntly: "If you don't feel too crowded, then come in, and you can stuff one more person."

Bai Tang smiled, and when he stepped into his son, Lu Changkut also felt that he had come in.

In an instant, Zhou Qi felt that eerie coldness again.

Thinking about it this way, every time I feel wrong, it's because this surnamed Bai suddenly came in or did something, so it's too late to invite him out now.

"Ding!" Bai Tang used what he was already tinkering with to indirectly tell him: It's too late.

Just when Jiang Futing began to explore carefully, Bai Tang's exclamation came from the side, "Wow! It's all about making dolls. ”

"This tool is too complete!"

"The girl's family plays puppets or something, and the props are not so complete!"

"Mom! Look at this skin, it's white and fat, white and fat! ”

Bai Tang wanted to continue to speak, but he was stared at by two pairs of eyes that had been polished into blades.

The space here is too small, and his casual shouting is a magic sound.

The two people who were working seriously couldn't stand his mental poison, so they could only warn him silently with their eyes.

Bai Tang was finally willing to shut up quietly, his eyes swept roughly, and suddenly noticed that Lu Changku, who had been in peace, suddenly squatted down and opened a drawer behind Zhou Qi.

When he wanted to stop it, it was too late, and the drawer was slammed open and hit Zhou Qi's ass.

Zhou Qi subconsciously turned his head and said, "What are you doing?" When it came to his mouth, he swallowed it raw.

Because at the moment when he turned his head, he found Jiang Futing standing two steps away from him, and Bai Tang standing at the door, but he happened to be looking at him at the moment, with a friendly smile on his face.

Zhou Qi didn't feel a little creepy, turned his head and looked down, and found that it was a drawer that had been pulled halfway.

"This ...... How do you ...... drawer?" he said with difficulty, but he couldn't say the rest of the words.

Jiang Futing stared at Lu Changku, who was squatting on the side of the drawer and was a little embarrassed, and forcibly made it up

The reason for getting past is that "maybe something is aging, and the gears or bearing shafts inside are loose."

"Ah...... Such. Zhou Qi muttered in some shock.

Jiang Futing walked over seriously, Lu Changkut didn't know what crazy his brain was pumping, a ghost who didn't need to vacate his position, he wanted to vacate his position, and he had to lean on Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi once wondered if it was his own illusion again, from the back of his head to the entire back, it was cold and swishing, seeping into the cold in his bones.

At first glance, the drawer doesn't seem to be anything special, but Lu Changkut shouldn't do strange things for no reason, he must have remembered something.

Jiang Futing took out the contents one by one in an orderly manner, and looked at them all carefully.

And at this moment, the hand that was exploring the corner of the inside caught something very familiar to the touch.

His heart tightened, and he immediately took out his things.

"What's that?" Bai Tang took a picture of his mobile phone in his hand.

A black stick.

Without waiting for Jiang Futing to speak, Zhou Qi almost reflexively replied: "Electric batons."

Jiang Futing didn't say anything, he hung his head with an uncertain expression, and looked at the appearance of the electric baton without falling into a corner.

If you deduce from the perspective of committing the crime, it is not difficult to understand that Lu Changrong has an electric baton.

But the problem is that this electric baton is exactly the same as Li Shang's child abuse.

This shows that Li Shang and Lu Changrong did have contact in private, and as for what kind of contact it was, it is impossible to judge at will.

"Have you been to Li Shang's orphanage?" He asked suddenly.

Zhou Qi squatted down and followed him to look at the drawer: "The search warrant is estimated to come down tomorrow morning, and it will pass early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Futing generously handed him the electric baton in his hand: "This is physical evidence, and Li Shang has the same paragraph."

Zhou Qi's brain was a little clogged by this huge amount of information, and the first thing he thought about was why Lu Changrong had the same electric baton as Li Shang.

The second reaction was: How did Jiang Futing know? Could it be that the last time he went to the orphanage, he had already searched these things?

He hesitated to take it.

At this time, Jiang Futing didn't know what he saw, and the hand handing over the electric baton suddenly tightened.

(End of chapter)