"The people in the Criminal Investigation Department said that this was the first scene of the crime, the time of the deceased's disappearance was the night of the 9th, and the autopsy report is difficult to determine the exact time of his death, and this cold room was opened on the morning of the 11th when the deceased was found dead inside."

"Let's just investigate who has been in contact with the cold room lately?"

"The problem is here, the hotel has been closed for several days, the cold room has been open, several people have opened this cold room in the middle, but the body is hidden in the corner, no one paid attention at first, so there are several suspects."

"Isn't it okay to check them one by one?"

"Anyone who has read detective novels knows that the worst result of this situation is that although everyone is suspicious, everyone has no clear motive, we started from the time of disappearance, and checked the suspects from the 9th to the 11th, but unfortunately there is nothing to gain."

Feng Han's fingers flicked on the bar.

"There are too few clues, you should at least show me the files, autopsy reports, and records after the investigation......"

"So you're agreeing to make a move?"

Shang Xiuheng smiled and bumped him with his elbow.

"I'll only give you some advice, how to judge is your police's business."

Feng Han didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up the cup and drank the sherry in one gulp.

It was also at this time that Shang Xiuheng took out a black cross ornament and put it on the table.

"This is what you asked me to look up before, I spent a lot of time, and the only thing I could find was this ......"

Feng Han's black cross was picked up and looked at carefully, it looked like an ordinary cross, and the only peculiar thing was that there was a special symbol in the center of the cross, and that symbol was three crossed black runes.

"A symbol that has never been seen before, and there is no such thing in the Christian cross......"

Feng Han knew that there were many variations of the cross, but the horror in front of him was not something from Christian doctrine.

"This is a purely handmade zuò, the origin of this thing is a cult that was popular in China for a period of time, but this sect was directly banned after a few years of development."

Shang Xiuheng drank wine and whispered: "You should know that the relevant information has been blocked, and I will do my best, and I can probably only go so far." ”

"I understand."

Feng Han nodded silently, there are few clues to investigate, and the related cases have been strictly blocked by the public security department for many years, and there are very few people in the know, so many years of his own investigation has basically reached a dead end.

………………

Feng Han sat on the bus, his expression unchanged, holding the cross in his hand.

"With this thing alone, it is estimated that it is difficult to find any clues, I remember that there are some special props in the free shops of the evil spirit space, which may come in handy here, but unfortunately, most of the special ones in them cannot be useful in reality."

Thinking about this, he seems to have found a breakthrough.

"However, those yellow cards seem to be specifically for reality, and maybe I can try it out for an interview."

First of all, he wanted to find out some clues about the cult, which might play a certain role in the direction of the investigation of that case.

Unconsciously, the bus drove to a platform, Feng Han glanced at it, and found that the bus was empty, and a passenger walked up to the stopped bus.

…… A very eccentric passenger.

"It's a sunny day, why do you wear a raincoat?"

For a person like Feng Han who has a tendency to obsessive-compulsive disorder, wearing a raincoat on a sunny night knows how abnormal it is.

The eccentric passenger moved slowly and sat down in the seat in front of Feng Han.

Feng Han didn't think too much about it, he put on his headphones and listened to music, this was the last bus, and there were about five or six stops away from where he lived.

"If I had known, I would have come back directly in Shang Xiuheng's car."

But after thinking about it, that guy seems to have drunk a lot of alcohol, so he probably doesn't want to drive back.

Suddenly, he noticed a very strange thing, the passenger in the raincoat who was sitting in the seat in front of him took out a sharp sharp knife, and then the passenger stretched out a hand, his hand was covered with sharp claws, reminiscent of a sharp knife.

The raincoat guest stretched out his claws and sharpened them on the knife, making a screeching sound as it sparked.

Feng Han seemed to notice something, suddenly raised his head, and with a click, the raincoat man turned his head, his neck showed a hundred and eighty degree twist, directly from the front to the back, and a twisted face was revealed under the hood of the raincoat.

It was by no means a living man, and one of his mouths was torn open on both sides, revealing red tendons, and his mouth full of black teeth was unusually wide and menacing.

"Die!"

The raincoat's head flew out of his neck and swooped straight towards Feng Han's position.

"Not good."

Feng Han, who has experienced all kinds of crises in the script space, is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and his first reaction was not to dodge, but to try to summon the sacrificial blade.

When the worst situation reappeared, not only was he unable to summon the Sacrificial Blade, but his body was suddenly unable to move.

"Die! Die! ”

The skull pounced and bit down on Feng Han's neck, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his artery.

The headless body rushed forward with a knife, swinging the sharp knife open his body, scooping out a bloodied heart from it.

At this moment, a sharp short knife stabbed from behind, and the head hurriedly dodged, while the body of the raincoat guest on the other side was cut off by two wrists, and then slashed by several bright blades.

The headless body was punched and fell to the ground, then a leather shoe stepped on it.

Feng Han held the knife in both hands and stepped on the body of the headless raincoat guest.

"You made a very low-level mistake, although the illusion you created is true, but before I die, you should not have pulled my heart out, because it reminds me that it is just an illusion......"

"Because that's not what I call the heart right now."

In the Evil Spirit Space, his heart had already been replaced, and the original heart had been exchanged for a weird, cogg-laden book, which was the source of the broken chapter magic.

He was almost bewitched by the illusion of death, and his spirit almost fell into a drowsy, Feng Han guessed that if he thought he was dead, then he was really dead.

As soon as his voice finished speaking, everything in front of him disappeared.

"Hey, guest, it's already standing at the end, you can go down quickly!"

Feng Han was woken up by a voice, it was the driver of the bus, and he honked his horn a few times to remind him that he had arrived at the bottom station.

"I'm asleep!"

He frowned, no, he was "forced" to fall asleep, presumably the same force that had been affecting him lately, the thing that forced him to fall asleep and enter a hallucination.