Cold.

It was as if there was an invisible ghost roaming in the air, and the yin wind that it brought up when it walked seeped into its bones like water.

Zhuo Xuan shuddered, looked at the corpse covered with a white cloth in front of him, and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. The heat rose into a white mist, and disappeared in a blink of an eye; The slightly hot feeling in his hand reminded Zhuo Xuan of the tight time, and the tightly pinched paper ball withered like a burning Qingming paper hang, scattered into pieces of ash.

With the identity of an ordinary person, no matter what, he can't sneak into such a hidden location as the Metropolitan Police Department during the day. Regarding this matter, Zhuo Xuan did not use actions to challenge suspicion, but chose to consume a script paper to hide his identity, and then successfully found the morgue where the body of the middle-aged woman Chosen One was placed.

The script also has a long cooldown time as a trick. Therefore, choosing a suitable location and then using "Sculpture 173" to teleport out is also a last resort for Zhuo Xuan.

A sloppy investigation, and the sacrifice of the third strange object "Nightmare Eye", so that they enter the cooldown time together, Zhuo Xuan's heart also feels unconfident. If he returns without success, the end will definitely make him want to cry without tears.

Zhou Xueqiu's inexplicable disappearance gave Zhuo Xuan a great blow, text messages, phone communication tools, all the ways he could think of were tried one by one, but he still couldn't contact the person he wanted to contact...... At this time, Zhuo Xuan realized that he didn't know much about Zhou Xueqiu.

The joking oath that binds the two together is actually so weak.

Zhuo Xuan shook his head and stopped thinking about everything about Zhou Xueqiu. He curled up beside the bed where the corpse was kept, and slowly pulled out the "Nightmare Eye".

The scarlet orb between two fingers is indeed like an eyeball, and the way it is used is even more incredible.

That's it...... Stuffed into the eyeballs.

Replace your own eyeballs.

Zhuo Xuan didn't know if such a "strange thing" was rare, but for now, there were very few options that could be provided to him. In addition to it, there is only another artifact, the "Missionary Bible", which is also derived from the previous mission, that has not been used.

Eliminate distractions and concentrate your mind......

The scarlet orb was getting closer and closer in sight, as if a force was drawing it in.

Zhuo Xuan's fingers trembled, and then he gritted his teeth and slammed hard!

A sharp swelling pain erupted from his eyeballs, he didn't dare to make a sound, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his expression was extremely distorted because of the pain!

I can't see it...... Nothing can be seen!

Why is this happening?

The scene in front of him was as blurry as a layer of mist, and the swelling pain in the eyeballs reached deep into the skull; Zhuo Xuan was frightened and staggered, he was extremely desperate to stand up, but he fell to the ground several times.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Violent wheezing sounded like a chain reaction as his body slammed. It slammed into the side of the morgue with a dull thud.

"Is anyone in there?"

The sudden sound came through the door panel, and Zhuo Xuan's heart jumped suddenly, as if he had missed half a beat. He remembered the owner of the voice, he remembered everything, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't shout anything.

Hurry up, hurry up and hide......

It's too late......

Breathing became more and more difficult, and the feeling of lack of oxygen made Zhuo Xuan's consciousness slowly blurred.

Sure enough, was it cheated......

……

Open your eyes.

Ordinary furniture.

The structure of the room is inexplicably somewhat familiar.

Zhuo Xuan blinked, the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, and the swelling from the eyeballs disappeared. He looked up and saw the black watch on his wrist, and breathed a sigh of relief; Then, it took him a few seconds to react, but he still didn't remember where it was.

Was it saved?

In the dead air, even breathing seemed clear.

The lamp at the head of the bed was still on, only illuminating the space around Zhuo Xuan's body, and it was still dark outside the bedroom door. Zhuo Xuan glanced at the unfamiliar environment suspiciously, and cautiously got out of bed. He climbed up, moving slowly, as if to avoid disturbing the sleeping beast.

At the moment when his body left the bed, the ceiling suddenly trembled, and the sound of a knocking sound was so abrupt, turning Zhuo Xuan's face in horror.

Like a thunderbolt exploding on his head on a sunny day, Zhuo Xuan's body trembled, betraying the uneasiness he was trying to hide.

Where the hell is this?

Isn't it at the Tinglin City Metropolitan Police Department? Why is it here in the next second?

Zhuo Xuan got up and walked with difficulty in the direction of the living room outside the bedroom.

However, at the moment when Zhuo Xuan took a step, this space seemed to sense his own movements, and the surrounding scene changed drastically!

Lamp, bed, dark ...... Gone!

It's like there's a force pushing you forward. Entering, Zhuo Xuan's face was gray, his lips were purple, he resisted frantically, wanting to escape from here, but his body moved involuntarily. It slowly maneuvered itself to the direction of the door, and then, the knocking sound on the door was engraved on Zhuo Xuan's head like a talisman.

Don't open the door...... Don't open the door!

The palm of his hand reached out like a god, and he held it tightly on the doorknob, twisting it gently!

"Hello."

The darkness around him dissipated, and Zhuo Xuan's expression was a little dazed, as if he had just experienced a rainstorm, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He looked at the three faces in front of him in disbelief, they were so familiar......

Zhang Lian, Zhao Meng.

And one more is......

Myself?

The face that could only be reflected in the mirror lived vividly in front of his eyes, and this strange feeling made Zhuo Xuan remember everything like an overelectricity!

He wanted to call, he wanted to express his inner shock with a distorted look, but this body was like a shackle that severely bound his soul, and his every move was not controlled.

If I am not mistaken, the strange "Nightmare Eye" has brought her consciousness to the corpse of this middle-aged woman, and all this in front of her is the memory that is about to disappear when she is dying.

If you follow it, you will find her killer.

Only, will it all work out?

"Who are you?" Zhuo Xuan's lips parted, and the words automatically popped out of his mouth.

He no longer struggled, but silently felt all this, like a first-person spectator.

"So, we received a call from the police that a body had been found in the home of the occupant on the lower floor of you......"

Just like what Zhuo Xuan experienced, the memories of the middle-aged woman are rolling in an orderly manner. After Zhang Lian's perfunctory questioning, Zhuo Xuan impatiently pulled the door up. The crack in the door became slender little by little, and the familiar face slowly disappeared from sight like a silhouette.