The strong feeling of suffocation made Shi Yuan uncomfortable. He suddenly realized that he couldn't surface to breathe.

If you go on like this, you will die.

He struggled desperately, but in despair he found that there seemed to be a crust of ice on the surface of the water, which he could not smash with all his strength.

He took out the horn hammer from his backpack and waved it desperately, but it still had no effect.

The oxygen gradually ran out, and Shi Yuan's consciousness became more and more blurred.

In the moments before he died, he suddenly realized that the secret that the dark world had been trying to stop him from discovering.

He wanted to turn his head to look at the corpse, but the whole world turned away from him at this moment.

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An alarm clock woke Shi Nianzhong up. He opened his eyes cleanly, only to find that it was pitch black all around him.

What time is it?

He thought to himself and turned to look at the alarm clock.

The alarm clock was glow-in-the-dark, and he saw that the time displayed on it was one o'clock.

A little?

As if he didn't believe it, he looked at it carefully.

A point, indeed.

Is it one o'clock in the middle of the night or one o'clock in the afternoon? Also, why would I set such a time?

Shi Nianzhong was a little dazed. He sat up and turned his head to look out the window.

There wasn't any light outside.

It must be one o'clock in the evening. But I don't remember letting the alarm go off at midnight......

Shi Nianzhong scratched his head, sighed, and carefully recalled whether there was any major case waiting for him. However, he searched for a long time, but did not think of any major cases.

It seems to have been very calm recently, not to mention big cases, but there are very few ordinary petty thefts, and the bureau is very leisurely.

He picked up his phone from his pillow and pressed it. No response.

Out of power?

He didn't think much about it, casually connected the charger to the phone, and started charging.

The screen was still not on, but his attention was not on his phone, but on the bathroom to wash his face.

Years of experience have taught him that since he has set it up like this, there must be a reason for setting it up like this. It's likely that it's going to be overtime, but the specifics have been forgotten.

He flipped the switch, and the light didn't come on.

"Huh?"

Shi Nianzhong suddenly became alert. He immediately returned to his bedroom, took the pistol in his hand, and then picked up a small flashlight.

Could it be that a criminal infiltrated and pulled the electric gate off?

Thinking so, he pressed the switch on the flashlight.

The flashlight also didn't come on.

His heart beat faster imperceptibly, and a feeling of uneasiness welled up from the bottom of his heart.

After more than 30 years of being a police inspector, Shi Nianzhong is well aware of all kinds of situations, and his vigilance is naturally not low. The current situation, no matter how you look at it, looks like someone is deliberately trying to retaliate. That person, or several people, pulled the switch off and took out the battery in the flashlight, the purpose of which was to temporarily lose the function of his vision, and then take the opportunity to do it.

However, thinking about it this way, it doesn't make sense, because he was sleeping just now, and if someone really sneaked in, they could have started while he was asleep, and there was no need to make these small movements, and then wait for him to wake up.

Isn't it some new way of revenge?

Shi Nianzhong thought of his wife.

Because he couldn't stand the fear of living every day, his wife divorced him five years ago and then went abroad, but his feelings for his wife have never faded. The two have never had children, and now Shi Nianzhong can be said to be alone, and he only needs to protect himself alone, and he doesn't need to be distracted to think too much.

With a gun in hand, Shi Nianzhong began to patrol the various rooms, looking for suspicious signs.

The lights were all turned off, and he could only rely on his sense of hearing to judge whether there was anything wrong in his home.

He walked in the direction of the kitchen. There was a new set of kitchen knives, which were very sharp.

It was dark inside, and he could only walk from memory. However, since he lived alone, there was no furniture, and it was relatively empty, so he walked all the way to the kitchen door without bumping into anything.

He didn't say anything, but cautiously pushed the door open.

There seemed to be a faint moonlight coming in from the window, and the situation in the kitchen, although not entirely clear, could be seen.

There was no one inside, but there seemed to be some dark marks on the floor and walls.

What is that?

Shi Nianzhong felt his brain buzzing, because the experience accumulated over the years told him that those traces were blood.

Where did the blood come from? Whose blood?

He subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, but reacted after pressing the switch.

He came to the nearest bloodstain to the door, crouched down to observe.

The marks on the ground smelled of blood. Shi Nianzhong frowned.

He stretched out his left hand and wiped the blood on the ground with his index and middle fingers, then put two fingers to his nose and sniffed them.

It is indeed blood infallible.

Shi Nianzhong stood up and came to the window.

If the windows are closed properly, no one should escape from here.

His gaze wandered, and he soon spotted something piled up in the corner of the wall that wasn't supposed to be on the ground.

Some pork bagged in chunks and fish balls bought from the supermarket two days ago, as well as those drawer-like stuff in the freezer of the fridge.

Who brought these things out?

That was the first question that jumped into his mind.

But then, another question emerged, and it made his heart clench instantly.

What was supposed to be in the refrigerator was taken out, so what is in the refrigerator now?

He slowly turned his head to look at the refrigerator. He vaguely felt that the door of the refrigerator did not seem to be closed.

He walked over, silently.

The refrigerator door slowly opened, and an arm fell out.

In the pale moonlight, the arm was very clearly displayed in front of his eyes. The blood on his arm had been frozen, and he was wearing a ring on his ring finger.

That ring, Shi Nianzhong couldn't be more familiar. It was a ring he had ordered, with the word "moon" engraved on it, the last word of his wife's name.

His heart thumped, and his movements froze instantly. But he was not an ordinary person after all, and he took out the contents without any hesitation.

The last thing he took out was a head. Unlike other parts of the skull, which were white and covered in blood, the skull was lifelike. If it weren't for the fact that this was just a human head, Shi Nianzhong would mistakenly think that the owner of this human head was still alive.

"Ling Yue ......"

He looked at his wife's face in astonishment and grief.

He held his wife's head and looked at the frost flowers on it, hoping that those eyes would open again.

His heart hurt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade, and Shi Nianzhong's eyes were bloodshot.

Suddenly, something incredible happened to him.

The wife's eyes really opened.

His hands trembled, and he nearly threw his head to the ground.

Ling Yue's eyes had no sparkle, and her pupils had turned white and covered with frost.

"Ling Yue ......"

He whispered again.

He didn't know what he was expecting. Don't you want her to open up and respond to herself?