There was a strange seclusion in the mental hospital, Mu Fan held a gun in his hand, walked along the road, stepped on the dead branches, and made a crisp creaking sound, the silence here was terrifying.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......" Mu Fan walked inside, only took a few steps, the footsteps stopped abruptly, his complexion remained unchanged, but his pupils contracted slightly, there was blood everywhere, human blood, along the road, every other distance, there was a corpse lying on the ground, these corpses looked very similar, then they were dead eyes wide, as if they had seen some terrifying and incredible nightmare, and then before they could react, they were instantly killed.

It's like purgatory.

"...... here" The gun in Mu Fan's hand trembled slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he ...... Thinking of something, he quickened his pace and walked along the bloody path dragged out, and his originally calm heart began to beat violently gradually.

He has been investigating the poppy for so long, and he has long been familiar with the murderous methods of the poppy murderer, and the scars on the bodies of these dead people are left by Yan Bai.

It's made by Yan Bai.

These people were all killed in vain.

Mu Fan walked for a while, and finally came to the end of this bloodstain, a tightly closed door, blood spilling from under the crack in the door, obviously...... The situation on the inside, perhaps even worse than on the outside.

Resting his hand on the doorknob, Mu Fan opened the door of the room, and saw the walls stained red by blood splatters, and the corpses that took away their eyeballs, among which the most tragic death was Liu Yingli, his throat was cut, all the blood was shed alive and died, and when he died, he fell to the ground, and his eyes were fierce unwilling.

"No, no......" The only person who was still alive sat in the center of the corpse, blood was constantly gushing out of his chest, his eye sockets were hollow, his eyeballs were gouged out, and blood was constantly bleeding in his eye sockets, his heart seemed to have collapsed, just covering his head, chanting words, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"She won't love me, she won't...... No......"

"Yan Shiliang, tell me, what's going on here." Mu Fan's footsteps stopped, he frowned slightly, looked at Yan Shiliang who was sitting in the center of the corpse, and spoke.

It's just that Yan Shiliang didn't react to his words at all, just kept reading the same sentence.

Mu Fan approached Yan Shiliang's side, and immediately saw a sentence written in blood on the wall beside Yan Shiliang.

- Na, Mu Fan, run away, there is still a minute to go~

Mu Fan's pupils shrank, and then he glanced at Yan Shiliang, who was sitting on the ground, grabbed his collar with one hand, and walked quickly outside.

……

At the same time, Yan Bai came back, she was standing at the door of Ji Baimo's house, at this moment the lights in the hall were bright, a figure was sitting in the living room pacing restlessly, Yan Li took the phone in his hand and dialed Yan Bai's number, he frowned, he always felt uneasy, as if something bad would happen, and the cigarette in his hand was about to burn in his hand, and he didn't realize it.

"Knock knock knock ......" There was a knock on the door.

Yan Li's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed to the gate, opened the door, and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, a warm body hugged her, his head rubbed, and his voice was soft.

"Dad, I'm back."