Did he really see something frightening?

Gao Xueqin was not a bold person, and when his thoughts stopped here, those terrifying imaginations swept over the world, covering it deep like a tide.

This made Gao Xueqin's heart beat violently, and her cheeks turned red because of the excitement: "Ah...... I remember! Zhuo Xuan, Zhao Meng, let's go! ”

Stiff performance.

While Zhuo Xuan scolded a sentence, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It's just that at this moment, the corner of his eye glanced at Hu Wenjun, who was still standing stiffly like a puppet, and he was more and more sure of his guess......

"I'm not leaving!" Perhaps because Zhuo Xuan's previous tone was too heavy, Zhao Meng unconsciously became angry, and his emotions were a little excited, "You guys go!" ”

"Don't make a fuss!" Zhuo Xuan gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"I didn't make a fuss."

Zhao Meng's eyes were filled with tears, and her mouth was stubbornly stubborn, but the moment she raised her head, she saw a pair of eyes full of complex emotions.

She couldn't help but froze.

The pair of eyes containing pity, guilt, and regret flowed down like gentle moonlight, until they reflected a restless heart, reflecting a cold and ruthless true meaning.

"Don't quarrel, we'll talk about it when we get back." Facing Zhuo Xuan, who was acting strangely, Gao Xueqin was also a little frightened, and hurriedly started a round. He grabbed Zhao Meng's arm, but the latter did not resist, as if it was a compromise in another sense.

"Then, Mr. Hu, let's go first!" Zhuo Xuan looked away and smiled at Hu Wenjun reluctantly, seeing Gao Xueqin pull Zhao Meng to the position of the door, his heart became more and more relaxed.

"The tea hasn't been drunk yet."

Hu Wenjun's lips opened and he spat out sentences without intonation.

At this moment, he gave Zhuo Xuan the feeling of being manipulated like a puppet, and his hands were more like entwined silk threads that could not be seen clearly. He moved mechanically and handed a cup of tea to Zhuo Xuan.

In an instant, the sound of footsteps and talking came to an abrupt halt tacitly, just like the atmosphere that had been solidified, scorching. Zhuo Xuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the cup of tea tightly, and the words in his mouth became more and more perfunctory: "Don't be so polite......"

"Let's go!" Zhuo Xuan turned around without hesitation and pushed Zhao Meng and Gao Xueqin, who were stunned at the same time, out of the door together.

The sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway gradually faded away, and the closed door panel seemed to cut off a way for the three people who had left. Hu Wenjun's dull eyes quickly dimmed, and the skin on his face emitted bursts of mist and became shriveled.

A pair of tiny soles of feet appeared in the living room.

The little boy's body was stained with blood and his face was bruised, but he didn't care about his own image, his eyes bulged out like a hanged man, and a thin silk thread bitten in his mouth slowly appeared. And on the other side of this silk thread, it is Hu Wenjun who is standing in place.

The silk thread was bitten off by Sen Ran's white teeth, and Hu Wenjun's body fell in response.

The hot tea instantly spilled on the middle-aged man's face, but he was as indifferent as if he was unconscious. If you look closer, you will find that he has long been out of breath and has been dead for a long time......

……

"What the hell is going on!"

On the way to the bus station, Zhuo Xuan always looked gloomy and didn't say a word; Zhao Meng also became sullen because of the previous conflict with Zhuo Xuan. Only Gao Xueqin was so anxious that she couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, and finally blurted out a question.

Zhuo Xuan still didn't answer.

As he took his steps, he naturally did not ignore Gao Xueqin's problem.

But how should we answer him?

Is it a "beast", a group of monsters that exist in this world like ghosts?

No one will believe this nonsense, just as Zhuo Xuan at this moment will never question the authenticity of the existence of the Chosen One, and ordinary people will never believe anything outside of common sense.

Even if Zhuo Xuan was kind enough to tell everything about the "beast" and the Chosen One, when the black watch announced the end of the mission, the memories that once existed in their minds would eventually be erased.

However, Gao Xueqin's words were like a beacon for Zhuo Xuan to guide the way.

Since ordinary people don't believe in the existence of "beasts", it is better to face this terrible fact with ordinary people's thinking.

"Call the police." Zhuo Xuan suddenly stopped his steps and said word by word.

"What did you say?" Gao Xueqin's voice unconsciously raised a few degrees, and the look of surprise on her face was very vivid.

Zhao Meng, who was standing beside Gao Xueqin, also stopped, her eyes full of doubts looked at Zhuo Xuan's body, as if she was scrutinizing.

Alarm.

Then, let the officers of the Metropolitan Police Department investigate the scene instead of themselves.

The result in this way will naturally be much better than Zhuo Xuan's rash action. What's more, this method allows Zhuo Xuan to avoid risks to a certain extent, if the "beast" really appears, the first to rush to the front line are also those police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

In other words, let the police officers who don't know anything face the strange and unpredictable "beast".

Is it really okay to do that?

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that Gao Xueqin had taken out her mobile phone tremblingly, Zhuo Xuan stopped his movements with a ghostly voice.

What is it that torments your soul?

What is it that awakens the remnants of conscience from the heart?

Because those police officers are ordinary people, ordinary people who are erased or refreshed by the rules at any time, they can ignore their lives to avoid the risks that they should have taken?

He suddenly thought of the man with the scar on his face.

The death in the dream was confirmed by Zhuo Xuan to be nothing more than a bewildering illusion, and Dr. Xu Shilin's death was just an accident. So, if nothing else, the man with the scar on his face should still be alive somewhere in this world.

To a certain extent, he shared his memories with Zhuo Xuan. Does this also mean that until now, Zhuo Xuan is still under the influence of that guy?

But if the police don't do it, who else can help them?

"It's okay, you can continue." Zhuo Xuan shook his head, and finally took a compromise approach.

Those officers of the Metropolitan Police Department could not avoid this.

The efficiency of the Tinglin City Metropolitan Police Department in handling cases has always been relatively high, no matter whether Zhuo Xuan calls the police at this moment or not, in the few days when it is impossible to complete the task immediately, they will definitely find the strangeness of this suburban community.

Hu Wenjun is actually a dead body, and the situation cannot be concealed at all.

At that time, Zhuo Xuan, along with Gao Xueqin and Zhao Meng, will be found in the surveillance video, but it will bring the storm to them.