Li Zhaozhen grabbed one of his yellow hairs and paced anxiously back and forth outside the door of the morgue, and his chaotic footsteps echoed in the dark and deep corridor, like a man waiting for his first father outside the operating room, waiting for his child to die, his eyes were full of nervousness, uneasiness, apprehension and excitement.

"Squeak—"

The door of the morgue finally opened, Li Zhaozhen's hanging heart fell suddenly, he raised his eyes anxiously and happily, and what he saw was the female assistant who was not smiling but had a greasy face.

"How, how?" Li Zhaozhen asked expectantly.

After An Ge glanced at the coroner, he did not reply, but turned around and closed the door of the morgue, took out a yellow rune paper from his arms, and pasted it on the door.

This is a very incomprehensible move, in Li Zhaozhen's impression, star-level detectives are synonymous with high intelligence, if you have to talk about it, this group of people feels more like the existence of words close to "high-tech" or "black technology", and this time, the assistant of this third-order detective actually found out a physical knowledge similar to that used by Jianghu warlocks, which simply refreshed Li Zhaozhen's three views.

"This ......," he was surprised, what the hell are you doing here?

After Hou Ange finished pasting the rune paper, he only said lightly, "Guard the door with me." ”

Two minutes ago, in the morgue, Lin Fengmian was holding a lollipop, looking at the little nightingale on the dissecting table, he could see from her forehead that there was a thick black smoke-like substance, the coverage was not large, rich but lingering, this thing could only be seen by Lin Fengmian, he also knew what it represented, the richness of the breath represented the degree of progress of the illusion, once it reached its peak, even Lin Fengmian could not do anything.

So he didn't have any ink, so he immediately made a decision, stretched his left hand into a palm, penetrated the black gas, and pressed it directly on the little nightingale's miserable white forehead.

In an instant, white light flashed, and in just an instant, only a cold little girl and a post-ange with a sinking face were left in the morgue.

In this era, science and technology represent the highest civilization, and for the exploration and development of human potential, Chidori also belongs to one of the representatives who are at the forefront of the times, as the advanced assessment of the third-order detective, whether the potential can be successfully stimulated, and what category the potential is stimulated, are very important factors.

Lin Fengmian belongs to the [Explorer of Another World].

His potential is none other than the Illusion of Death that travels to the victim.

This ability can be described as sharp for a person who is committed to becoming a detective, and Lin Fengmian is also very aware of this, after successfully advancing to the third-order star pattern, he relies on this potential talent to solve the case like a tiger's wings, if it is said that in traditional detection, corpses can also speak...... So for Lin Fengmian, his ability is to make the soul of the deceased speak.

The white light flashed, and Lin Fengmian entered the little nightingale's illusion of death.

This is a space with a treacherous atmosphere, Lin Fengmian looked around, and found that there was no sun, no moonlight, and the gray between heaven and earth was like the end of the world, making it difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south, but ...... The world was not dark, and the light source made Lin Fengmian feel like he was standing in the fog illuminated by the headlights.

The illusion of death is an independent space formed by relying on the host's (victims) who are most concerned about or are the most familiar, the most liked, and can also be said to be the most tangled obsessions, and its construction principle is only related to the host's subconscious...... The world formed in the subconscious mind is so gloomy?

Could it be her murderer...... Not an outsider?

Thinking of these terrible speculations, Lin Fengmian couldn't help frowning, the current environment that makes people androgynous and indistinguishable between humans and animals is honest...... It was a little difficult to do (who the still has a compass with him), and after a little closer inspection, he found that everything he could see was unknown except for a cobblestone path under his feet.

It is indeed magical to be able to enter the victim's illusion of death, but there are two sides to everything, and in these so-called independent spaces, even Lin Fengmian has to follow and accept the setting of their respective worlds, which means...... All the ghosts of the horror stories, all the monsters of the legends, all the unexpected dangers, are ...... here. It's all real.

If Lin Fengmian is a little careless in this process, the sentence of stealing chickens and rice can become his epitaph very vividly.

Considering these factors, Lin Fengmian's brows frowned even deeper, before he entered, the information transmitted by the lollipop was probably of medium difficulty, and even a little more ordinary, after all, a seven-year-old girl would not hide a bitter and hateful secret in her heart, nor would it be distorted to the point of madness, but after really entering her illusion of death, Lin Fengmian found out...... Sometimes, you really can't underestimate these little children.

Since acquiring this ability, in the past two years now, this is the first time that Lin Fengmian has worked in the mind of a child's host.

There is only one cobblestone path that seems safe...... Then follow the path, I don't know what kind of existence the little nightingale has created in this space unconsciously, before he figured it out, Lin Fengmian didn't dare to hold it up, he cautiously followed the path in the fog all the way, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lin Fengmian keenly found that in the gray fog around him, the outlines of many huge objects began to gradually appear.

…… Monster?

After a little observation, Lin Fengmian dispelled these thoughts, although the current vision is not very good, but he can still vaguely see that those huge silhouettes with shadows should be buildings, they are cold and magnificent, they are towering like clouds, they are ...... Silence.

Looking at these huge silhouettes, soon the cobblestone path came to an end, and at the end of it stopped in front of a small two-story western-style building.

As soon as Lin Fengmian saw this small western-style building, a very strong sense of contrast welled up in his heart, the surroundings were full of high-rise buildings that could not be seen clearly, this small western-style building was like a lowly creature in the cracks, giving people a rather awkward feeling, Lin Fengmian only glanced at it, and his eyes were attracted by other things.

——Outside the rusty iron gate of the small western-style building, on the side of the dim street, a little girl is squatting.