Zhang Xiaoluo turned a blind eye to the ten fingers of the scissors woman stabbing into his abdomen, and the right hand that was dragging the other party's long hair suddenly seemed to grow a few points out of thin air, grabbed the other party's neck, and slowly exerted force on his wrist, and finally lifted the scissors woman off the ground.

The ten fingers of the scissors woman had already penetrated into Zhang Xiaoluo's abdomen, and streams of red blood overflowed, staining most of Zhang Xiaoluo's predecessor.

Her hands swirled in Zhang Xiaoluo's abdomen, stirring up everything she touched. She felt that the hand that was holding her neck was still calm, and a heavier feeling of suffocation came, and she couldn't help but look up at Zhang Xiaoluo's face.

Qingxiu's face was still calm, and he didn't even move his brows when his abdominal organs had been shattered.

"You...... It's not ......"

The scissor woman opened her mouth to say something, but as Zhang Xiaoluo's hand holding her neck gradually became stronger, she opened her big mouth and breathed hard, her eyes bulging high.

The hands that had destroyed Zhang Xiaoluo's abdomen had already been withdrawn, waving in vain in the air, and finally slowly drooping.

Zhang Xiaoluo was still standing there, holding the scissor woman with her head and limbs hanging low, until she completely crushed her cervical vertebrae.

His gaze was still calm, like a lone wolf accustomed to life-and-death fighting.

As Zhang Xiaoluo's arm was withdrawn, the scissors girl finally fell to the ground as softly as a puddle of mud.

Zhang Xiaoluo stared at the body of the scissors girl for a long time, until he confirmed that the other party was indeed completely dead, and then turned around and walked into the darkness of the street again.

Except for letting Xiao Mei leave at the beginning, he never said a word to the woman with scissors from beginning to end.

Bluestone Lane, inside Zhang Xiaoluo's black lacquered wooden door.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the fist-sized hole in his abdomen, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Fortunately, it's much lighter than I expected!"

Zhang Xiaoluo stood up, took out a piece of cooked beef from behind him, enough for dozens of people, and began to eat.

He vaguely felt that tonight's scissor girl didn't seem to be as strong as she used to be, and she didn't seem to have the ability to jump off a high overpass without dying. But now that the other party is dead, it's time for everything to end.

Zhang Xiaoluo thought as he swallowed the beef in front of him piece by piece. When he finally swallowed the whole piece of beef, the fist-sized hole in his abdomen seemed to shrink considerably, leaving only a small hole the size of an egg.

Zhao Jun, who has been busy investigating the two cases of Scissors Woman, was injured and hospitalized. On his way home last night, he was attacked at the door of his neighborhood. He was attacked by a woman wearing a large coat, a mask, a disheveled head, and dragging a pair of half-human-high scissors.

Zhang Xiaoluo sat on the sofa opposite Zhao Jun, looking at the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau whose arm was constantly spilling bloody black blood, his brows furrowed deeply.

In the end, when he couldn't find the scissors girl, Zhang Xiaoluo chose to trust his instincts. Relying on instinct, he found and killed Scissors Girl, and he confirmed that the Scissors Girl who intended to kill Xiao Mei was dead and could not die again.

But Zhao Jun was attacked last night, and he was also injured by the scissors of the scissors girl with corpse poison.

It's rare that the scissors woman can not die when the cervical vertebrae are pinched and crushed? Or is there more than one scissor girl in the first place?

"I was planted at home this time, but I was pecked by geese all year round!"

Zhao Jun poured Zhang Xiaoluo a cup of tea with his uninjured hand, and then said with a smile.

He didn't seem to be depressed by the injury, but faintly excited.

"Why don't you go to the hospital? Forget it, you can't be treated by the hospital, I'll help you deal with the wound later. ”

Zhang Xiaoluo's mood was not as good as Zhao Jun's.

If there is more than one scissor girl, things will be too much trouble. And if it was last night, the scissors girl didn't die? If this is the case, Zhang Xiaoluo would rather choose the first hypothesis......

The existence that can't be killed after awakening the instinct is not something that Zhang Xiaoluo, the onmyoji, can deal with! The other party is not a ghost, which makes most of the spells of the Yin and Yang vein useless at all.

"Brother, what do you think I've gained?"

Zhao Jun glanced back at his wife, who was playing with his son in the nursery, moved to Zhang Xiaoluo's position, and said in a low voice.

"Huh? Harvest? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo vaguely felt that he seemed to underestimate the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, who was born as a criminal policeman.

"Hmmm! I saw her face! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"You mean, you got her mask?"

Zhao Jun nodded, and slowly took out a pair of masks from his jacket pocket, a large white mask with bloodstains.

"If it weren't for taking off this mask, she wouldn't have hurt me!"

Zhao Jun's eyes flashed with confidence, he was born as a criminal policeman, and he still had some confidence in his skills.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the bloody mask in front of him, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

She seems to be ...... It's getting weaker and weaker!

The first time I met this scissors girl was the night I accompanied Zhang Yu to watch a movie, and I glanced at her through the crack in the elevator door. Although it was a quick glance, Zhang Xiaoluo knew that he was not her opponent.

This is also the reason why in the movie theater, and even at the corner of the dark alley, Zhang Xiaoluo chose to avoid the other party.

For enemies stronger than himself, Zhang Xiaoluo has a kind of intuition that seems to be innate, and this intuition has always been accurate.

Until the other party attacked Wei Xun on the overpass and jumped off the overpass. Zhang Xiaoluo originally thought that the reason why the other party did not kill Wei Xun was intentional, but now that he thinks about it, the scissor girl on the overpass is much weaker than the scissor girl who appeared in the previous two times.

As for the attack on Yuan Xuan, the other party only cut through the security door, and didn't even have the ability to break in......

There are also the two attacks on Xiao Mei and Zhao Jun, and it is obvious that the strength of this scissor girl has been declining rapidly for unknown reasons.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't believe in Zhao Jun's skills, but ......

Ordinary criminal police, compared with the kind of inexplicable existence that is not familiar to the public, there is an unbridgeable gap! That is why the Office of Case Investigation exists.

But none of that matters. With this mask of the other party, Zhang Xiaoluo can find the other party without awakening his instinct.

Frequently awakening instinct is a way to quench thirst by drinking, Zhang Xiaoluo knows it in his heart!

The Ankang Psychiatric Center in J City is a private psychiatric hospital in J City, which eventually declined due to poor management, but the old hospital is still there, and the dilapidated buildings are still there.

Zhang Xiaoluo treated the wound on his arm at Zhao Jun's house, and it was not until late at night that he came to the abandoned building of the Ankang Mental Hospital.

As an onmyoji, Zhang Xiaoluo is accustomed to dealing with those who cannot see the sun under the shroud of darkness.

Abandoned old buildings, mottled walls, dark corridors, and a strong rotten and musty smell.

From time to time, a fat rat crawled quickly through the darkness, ignoring Zhang Xiaoluo, who was walking slowly in the corridor.

There is no ghost in the entire hospital, which also confirms Zhang Xiaoluo's original guess that the scissors girl is not a ghost.

From the first floor to the roof, Zhang Xiaoluo searched layer by layer. But apart from the medical waste that smelled of decay that could be seen everywhere, and the crooked and incomplete hospital bed, Zhang Xiaoluo did not find what he was looking for.

Scissors Girl is so weak that she can't even deal with an ordinary criminal policeman, and if she still goes out to commit crimes in this situation, she will undoubtedly fall into the net.

The dozens of criminal police officers of the criminal police team had already opened their pockets and were waiting for her.

Zhang Xiaoluo had a gut feeling that the scissors girl was still here, but not in this building.

Standing on the roof of the building, looking at the entire courtyard shrouded in darkness, Zhang Xiaoluo's third eyebrow, which belonged to the yin and yang veins, slowly opened.

Under the glance between the slightly open eyebrows, a faint gray mist overflowed from the ground, slowly rising into the air, and finally dispersed with the wind.

Grievances!

It is not strange that there is resentment in the area where the hospital is located, and Zhang Xiaoluo has seen even more resentment in the attached hospital where he is located.

Zhang Xiaoluo searched carefully, and finally found no other anomalies except for the resentment that dissipated after liftoff.

"Could it be that she went out again tonight?"

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyebrows gradually disappeared, and he looked up at the starry lights in the distance.

Compared to the brightly lit residential area in the distance, the abandoned psychiatric hospital seemed to have been forgotten, with only a faint glimmer of light flickering occasionally.

Light? Wrong! Where is the light of this long-abandoned mental hospital?

Zhang Xiaoluo withdrew his gaze, and once again moved his gaze from the roof of the building he was in to the residential area in the distance.

At the end of the almost collapsed walls of the abandoned hospital was a large septic tank, which was clearly a product of the characteristics of a certain era.

The septic tank has long since dried up, and it is filled with a hill of household garbage, which residents in the neighborhood use as a dumping point.

In the corner of the septic tank, there is occasionally a faint light coming through, the light is very weak, only appears once every ten seconds, if you don't stare at it, it is extremely difficult to find.

Zhang Xiaoluo turned around and went downstairs. He didn't care about wasting a few minutes of time going downstairs, there were stairs, and he would never jump straight down.

The sour smell of the accumulated household garbage on the septic tank was spicy, and even though it was about to enter early winter, there were still flies the size of little fingers dancing on the garbage heap, and the "buzzing" sound was disgusting.

A faint glow came from a hole in a rusty sewer manhole cover. Aside from the peeling rust spots, the manhole cover was no different from the manhole cover on the street outside.

A faint light came through the hole in the manhole cover again, and it lasted for about three or four seconds before slowly dimming. After an interval of more than ten seconds, the light reappeared, and so on.

Looking at the manhole cover, which had been mostly buried by dust and garbage, Zhang Xiaoluo hesitated. There was an inexplicable restlessness in him, which resisted him from bending down to pull the manhole cover open.

His instinct resisted, as if Zhang Xiaoluo opened the manhole cover, what would happen to the extremely bad consequences.

Sometimes, instinct is sharper than Zhang Xiaoluo's intuition, and perhaps it is wisest to listen to the instinctive will and turn away. And he vaguely felt that even if he turned around and left now, the scissor girl wouldn't survive for long.

Why does a scissor girl on the verge of dying make herself instinctively resist? What are your instincts afraid of? To be precise, what is instinct deliberately avoiding? What's down there?

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