In an inconspicuous community in Cloud City, a young man wearing a hoodie and a cold expression walked out of an old building, and it was Wang Xiaogang. He is like a ghost coming out of hell, out of place in the yang world, walking close to the root of the wall, and hiding in lively places. But his goal was very clear, and he went straight to Ximen Jing's house.

In the flower room of Yang Zhong's house in Dixian Gate, someone pushed the door out. The man was dressed in a trench coat and a jazz hat, and he felt like someone from the forties. He was 1.9 meters tall, but his body was frighteningly emaciated, with a knife face and sunken eyes, like a tuberculosis ghost who was incurable, and he walked staggeringly, as if he could be blown to the sky by the wind at any time.

This person is Yang Zhong's junior brother Gao Yong. He sneakily crossed the streets and alleys, and in the dark night, as if he was a ghost, he went straight to the community where Ximen Jing lived. What Gao Yong didn't know was that not far behind him, several petite figures had been following him.

In the dead of night, Ximen Jing woke up from the realm of forgetting things and me, took the application items, and walked out of the pavilion. I saw that the snow outside was like goose feathers, and the north wind was howling. Looking up at the sky, the clouds as black as ink revealed the misty moon shadow.

There is a saying about burglars: 'Steal the wind, not the moon.' Steal rain, not snow. It means that you can steal on a windy and rainy day, because the wind and rain can hide and cover up the traces. But you can't steal it on a big moon day or a snowy day, for fear of leaving footprints and leaking traces.

Today's weather is no longer on the list, because the snow has not stopped, the moon has not yet come out, and the night is dark and windy, which is a good time to kill, set fires, slip doors, and pick locks.

Ximen Jing walked through the snow, went to the shore, and drove straight to the city. The car stopped on the side of the road not far from the police station. He looked around, and the streets were empty in the middle of the night. Strap on your backpack, put on a baseball cap and a mask, and sneak up to the back wall of the police compound.

This is the place I looked at a few days ago, close to the side door on the first floor of the building, over the wall, and the place with the fewest cameras.

The first time Ximen Jing committed a theft at such a young age, he still stole the police station, and he was uneasy in his heart, and he jumped like a rabbit. He hid in the corner of the camera, took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and threw a flying tiger claw on the wall.

Flying tiger claw is a necessary instrument for climbing the wall, stainless steel is made of tiger claw type, the lower end is tied to the cable, the claw can hook the wall, people climb along the rope, and the claw can be released with a slight shake of the hand, which is very convenient.

In the police compound late at night, there was no one to visit. In the courtyard building, only a few lights are lit in the duty room of the criminal police team. At the entrance of the compound, the aroma of wine is fragrant and the water vapor lingers. A few security guards on night duty were soaking hot pot.

An obese security guard pointed to the two young security guards and said, "Hey, it's almost time, drink less, you two will go around the courtyard in a while, especially on the back wall." ”

The young security guard snorted, nodded reluctantly, lowered his head and desperately grabbed the meat with chopsticks.

Between the exterior wall of the building and the back wall of the compound is a long and narrow passageway, which is rarely visited by people in normal times, and there are no people at this time. Suddenly, there was a soft thud, and there were two more footprints on the snow on the ground. Immediately after that, the footprints were lined up and quickly extended towards the back door of the building. The strange thing is that there are only footprints but no human figures, and if anyone sees them, they will think that they are haunted.

The aura in Ximen Jing's body and in the fish bead was rapidly depleting, he had to run desperately, and he almost slipped in the snow several times, but fortunately, before the aura was exhausted, he ran out of the camera area, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark night, Ximen Jing's figure suddenly appeared, and the cat's waist was against the wall, running towards the door on the right. In this building, there is a front door that leads directly to the lobby. A front and back door, opposite the front door, these two doors are close to the duty room, and neither can be walked. Ximen Jing chose the right door near the dissection room.

Ximen Jing was afraid that he would be discovered after staying for a long time, so he only gave himself fifteen minutes to act. Running to the corner of the building outside the door, I looked around, but fortunately it was very quiet and there were no cameras nearby.

At this moment, Ximen Jing found that a cold aura was approaching. Looking up, the entire building was shrouded in a haze, like a dark cloud. This is coming from inside the building, it should be the breath of those dead souls. Ordinary people can only feel the cold, but the senses of the spiritual priest are even more keen, and this breath is simply straight into the heart, making Ximen Jing feel cold all over his body.

He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and said in his heart, this yin qi is much stronger than in the daytime, and it can be felt outside the building, that conjecture is right, and the dead soul at night is even more powerful. Whether they can be suppressed by their own Taoism is still between the two, if they can't be suppressed, the consequences are unimaginable, not only can they not save Xue Nianci, but they can also put themselves in.

Go in, or turn around and leave? This thought kept churning in Ximenjing's mind, and seeing that the time passed minute by minute, Ximenjing gritted his teeth and stomped his feet with determination. Now that he has become a spiritual warrior, he will face more danger in the future than here, could he have been scared away by a group of dead souls? Master Zu will also lose face when he knows it, where will he have the face to dare to say that he is a spiritual warrior in the future, this great official must know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountains!

This door is an aluminum alloy roller shutter, and there are no steps outside the door, but a ramp, presumably to facilitate the entry and exit of carts transporting corpses.

Ximen Jing stuck on the outside of the roller shutter door and took out the lockpicking tool. The training in the past few days has not been in vain, and he has opened the door lock in a few clicks, and he is even a little proud psychologically, thinking of the chivalrous who flew on the wall in ancient times.

Ximen Jing grabbed the grip of the roller shutter door and slowly pulled it up, revealing a gap more than a foot high. Suddenly, a shrill sound was heard, breaking the silence of the night. Frightened, he broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly hid in a hidden place. scolded in his heart, this broken door doesn't say a little oil, it's all rusty!

Fortunately, the north wind roared wildly at night, and the sound did not come far, and the security guard on duty did not hear it. After waiting for a moment and seeing no movement, Ximen Jing came to the door again, lay down and looked inside, only to see that the corridor was dark.

It turned out that there was a roller shutter door between the corridor on this side of the forensic team and the hall. When it was time to leave work at night, they closed the roller shutter so that they couldn't see the hall from this end.

He didn't dare to pull the door up again, and saw that the distance was enough to climb in, so he pushed his backpack in first, and then slowly crawled forward through the roller shutter door.

As soon as my head entered, I only felt that the yin wind was coming from the surface, just like the substance, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Ximen Jing was almost pushed out by the yin wind, thinking that he had passed three bows and nine knocks, and he was still a little trembling?