April 8th. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

He's dead.

There was a wound seven or eight centimeters long in the throat, which was cut horizontally and horizontally, and the epidermis and muscle tissue had been turned outward, and the tracheal incision was almost visible.

One can imagine the agony of his death - the cold air, surging into his bare throat, but without a trace of oxygen to his heart. The whole neck is scarlet. Blood splattered far away, staining the broken glass underground, stained with dirty suit collars, it was Armani! In the fear of suffocation and blood loss, the heart struggled for only a few tens of seconds before it stopped beating in helplessness and resentment, and the brain fell into permanent darkness and silence......

The eyes are still open. The bright light of the flashlight shone on his eyes, and his pupils no longer changed due to the intensity of the light, gradually becoming cloudy and dim, leaving only the last moment of despair, which was unimaginable despair when he was alive, the despair of falling into the cold abyss.

These dead eyes must have seen the murderer's face. What kind of face is it? Is it male or female? Is it old or young? Is it manic or calm? Is it evil or good?

What did he think in the moment of death? This is the first time that Ye Xiao has thought of this kind of problem that makes him deeply uneasy after seeing countless deaths in his more than ten years of police career.

What made him fidgeting was the other pair of eyes in the room.

A pair of cloudy, dull but still alive eyes. Unfortunately, not human.

It lay right next to the deceased, almost trapped in the rubble, revealing its furry head, two long ears, and an almost dry nose. Its coat color has become jet-black, and it is almost impossible to tell the original breed, although Ye Xiao concluded that it was a Labradoodle.

It stared at Ye Xiao's eyes.

Ye Xiao saw its hatred, pain, and despair.

After a violent bark, it turned into a mournful wail, like a lone wolf wandering in the wilderness, sounding to the moon.

He knew it was mourning its master.

The first time he heard a wolf-like sound from a dog, Ye Xiao didn't dare to look at its eyes that had secreted tears.

At this moment, most of this hut of less than ten square meters has collapsed, like the ruins that have been bombed. There was only a small space that exposed the upper body of the deceased, as well as the trapped Labrador. In addition to the smell of blood, the air was also filled with dust, which stained Ye Xiao's police uniform and forced him to put on his mask again.

If, the person who just died, his soul has not drifted away, he will not be able to see Ye Xiao's face clearly.

Future Dream Building, 9th Floor, Future Dream Studios, Screening Hall 7, Film Projector Room.

The projector room, the most mysterious place in the cinema. Every time we sat in the cinema, we would look back at the end of the auditorium, and from a small window above, a shimmering white light would shoot out, piercing the darkness of the big room, over the heads of all the audience, and projecting a strange world on the screen. Every child wonders what is the light that is projected, and what is the one that makes the huge pictures in the movie. All the secrets are in the small room behind the screening room.

Unfortunately, the valuable digital cinema projectors have been smashed to scrap metal.

The labradoodle's wail was still there, Ye Xiao bent down and stood up, exited the dangerous room, and turned on the walkie-talkie: "Rescue headquarters!" Find a freshly dead body in the movie theater, as well as a dog still alive! ”

A few seconds later, there was a commotion on the other end of the intercom, followed by a chaotic chatter, and finally the mayor's words: "Please start a search now, make sure you find the survivors!" ”

More than 100 meters above the ground on the other side of the intercom, all the world's media have gathered, waiting to dig even a dog out of the ground to make the front page of the New York Times.

Since April Fool's Day, people have been waiting for seven days and seven nights.

Until tonight, Easter.