Wen Shenmin's eyes widened, and there were no additional scars on his body, just the palms and insteps of his hands, and his throat, which were completely nailed by five long nails. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blood looked like it had been shed for quite some time. Some places have dried up and scabbed.

Wen Shenmin's whole body twitched motionlessly, and breath kept flowing out of his throat.

In fact, he is dead, and this is nothing more than the last muscular nerve reflex of bodily functions.

Yang Songyu's body trembled, she was extremely scared, and wanted to escape from this ghost place, but she knew very well that the space here was isolated from the outside world, and she couldn't really leave without cracking this place.

"Teacher..."

She held back her fear and stepped forward to touch Wen Shenmin gently.

But there was no accident, the throat was nailed, and the blood flowed so much that as long as it was normal, everyone had to die.

"Is there anyone coming in again?"

Suddenly, a clear tired woman's voice sounded behind Yang Songyu.

"Who !?" Yang Songyu turned around suddenly, now she is simply a frightened bird, the slightest wind and grass, will rebound violently.

A smartly dressed woman with short hair and a white bandage on her hand was standing a few meters behind her.

The woman had neat short brown hair, a white shirt and a black jacket, and tight pale white high-waisted jeans that accentuated her slender legs. Two kitchen knives resembling kitchen utensils are strapped to the sides of the calves.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a survivor here, just like you. The woman smiled bitterly and stretched out her hand to press down, trying to make Yang Songyu calm down a little.

Yang Songyu stared at her.

Slowly lower the hand wrapped in silver metal.

Suddenly she hung her head sharply, gasping for breath. Sweat ran down her sideburns and chin, dripping onto the ground.

"This is the third layer, after a person dies, there should be no accident in a short time, it is safe. ”

The woman's tone was full of exhaustion and helplessness.

She slowly walked to Yang Songyu's side and sat directly on the ground, ignoring Wen Shenmin's body lying on the bed.

"He's the Primordial Messenger?"

"Hmm...."

Yang Songyu nodded lightly. The pupils of her eyes were constricted at this time, and her whole person was in a tense state.

Even if the woman behaves harmlessly and seems to be a survivor like her, she will not take it lightly.

"My name is Enna, and I've been here for a while. "The woman doesn't look ugly, and her appearance can be rated as sixty points among ordinary people, but at this time, the blood stains on her face make her extremely embarrassed, like a refugee.

"We've only been in for less than two hours...."Yang Songyu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Teacher Wen is dead, so Enzo is probably also unlucky. In this desperate situation, I don't even know what I'm facing.

And he is just an ordinary future original envoy who has not yet graduated.

"Not bad. ”

Enna smiled hard.

"As long as you don't disobey its orders and arrangements, it's still easy to survive here. ”

Her smile was reluctant, like a long-term frightened person trying to comfort others and tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Who is it? Are we safe now?"

Yang Songyu couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's safe time, don't worry. Enna was sure of her guess.

"As for it.... After you can go out, let's make an appointment for a detailed chat. ”

"What do you mean?"

Yang Songyu was slightly stunned.

Literally. ”

Enna took two kitchen knives from her lap and threw them aside.

"This thing is not needed, this time it should be because you made an accident, and the safety time started early.

I'm about to leave, you pay attention. My phone number is 24461562. If it is a field area, remember to add 0 in front. ”

"Wait, you...."Before Yang Song finished speaking, there was a sudden spin in front of him.

Everything in front of her was like a myriad of colors and spices thrown together and mixed together.

Countless color lines and patterns, she was dizzy when she saw it, and she couldn't help but close her eyes soon.

"Little whisper?little whisper??"

Someone seemed to be pushing her.

Yang Songyu opened his eyes suddenly.

She was standing in front of the gate of the Yongxing City Source Energy Bureau.

Moon Shin Min and Enzo were right in front of her, both of them looking at her with different expressions.

"What's wrong with you? ”

Moon Shenmin asked in a low voice.

Yang Songyu suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Wen Shenmin with wide eyes.

He... Isn't he dead?!

And Enzo!

She jerked at the timid boy, her eyes burning and the boy shuddered.

"Sister Xiaoyu... You... What do you think I'm doing?"

Enzo's body shrunk and he felt a little hairy.

"No.... It's okay. Yang Songyu was silent for a moment, and suddenly said something inexplicably.

"Are you alright?" whispered. Wen Shenmin's brows furrowed, and he asked again.

"It's fine. Yang Songyu barely squeezed out a smile.

But everything she had just experienced seemed to be vivid, and it was so real that it was beyond her imagination.

She can even remember the phone number given to her by the woman named Enna now.

It was as if the number was engraved in my mind, and I couldn't forget it.

"It's okay, after we patrolled the suspicious location last night, you have been distracted, haven't you rested? If it may affect the work task, you have to bring it up in advance. ”

Wen Shenmin admonished.

It seems that he is the original Wen Shenmin, not someone else pretending to be him.

Whether it's his tone, attitude, or some small details and small actions on his body. all show that he is himself.

In the same way, Enzo on one side is the same, completely himself.

Yang Songyu asked him a few things that happened before, and he answered them fluently.

This put her mind at ease slightly.

Entering the Source Energy Bureau, except for the original energy envoy and assistants, the rest are logistics and intelligence personnel.

And the annual allocation of funds is about the same as that of the police station.

Good welfare, easy work, and high social status, this kind of work is a good place that almost everyone wants to enter when they sharpen their heads.

Soon, after Yang Songyu and Wen Shenmin separated, they sat directly in their seats, absentmindedly looking through some intelligence documents on the table.

Looking at the landline phone on the table, the white and yellowed landline keyboard, the numbers on it are extremely clear.

Yang Songyu suddenly remembered the string of numbers that he remembered before in his mind.

She reached out and picked up the microphone and hesitated.

His finger still lightly pressed the string of phones in his memory.

It's dawn.

Lin Xin stood in front of the supermarket gate, inexplicably looking at a note in his hand.

Just now, he was still happily destroying the load-bearing wall of the weird supermarket.

The next second, he went straight to the daytime and arrived at the gate of the supermarket.

There was a lot of people around, and there was a lot of people going in and out of the supermarket.

The scorching sun shone overhead. From night to day, there was no disobedience.

"It's ..... Did you expel me?"

He was in a bad mood.

He originally planned that he would just smash it all the way up, and when he reached the third layer, he might be able to discover some anomalies and truths.

But now, the other party sent him out directly. The next time you want to catch a clue, it will not be so easy.

"But.... There are ready-made clues, there are still them. ”

Lin Xin raised his head and glanced at the name of the big supermarket in front of him.

'Red Homeland'

This is the name of the supermarket.

Lin Xin carefully observed and looked at the entire supermarket door.

Take a walk around this three-story old building.

At the back of the building, there is a residential community guard room. Soon he found a place where he might know a clue.

In the guard's room, an old man with a wrinkled face, bald head, and still wearing a security uniform, was holding a radio in his hand and carefully tuning the channel.

There seems to be a problem with the volume of the radio.

From time to time, he would lean over his ears to listen.

Lin Xin glanced at the yellow marks between the old man's fingers, turned around and went to the small shop on the side to buy a pack of plum blossom cigarettes.

Go straight to the door of the guard's room and knock lightly.

"What's the matter?"

The old man's sense of hearing was still very smart, and he turned his head to look at Lin Xin.

"Uncle, please ask something. It's about this red home supermarket. ”

Lin Xin gently pushed the plum blossom cigarette he bought onto the table next to his uncle.

The uncle glanced at the cigarette, and his face was slightly patiently soothed.

"What's the matter, you ask, my old Jiang has been here for forty years, and I know everything around me.

Inquire about the news, you are in the right place!"

Lin Xin showed a harmless smile.

"That's such an uncle, I want to ask, has anything happened to this red home supermarket before?"

"Big deal?"

"Well, it's like a homicide, an accident, something like that. Lin Xin narrowed down the scope.

"Oh, this. Many people have inquired about this before. "The old man smashed it, smashed his mouth, "This red home was repaired by a foreign boss, and the business was very good at first, but then something happened, and the boss couldn't do it, and the business couldn't continue, so it was resold to others."

The boss who took over renovated the place and made it what it is now, and the business gradually improved. ”

"What's wrong?"

Lin Xin asked.

"It's a lawsuit. ”

The old man said lazily.

"Can you tell me what the lawsuit is?" Lin Xin keenly felt that there was a drama in this.

The old man glanced at him.

"I heard that a child died inside, but I don't know exactly why, but there were a lot of people who came at that time.

Police, white uniforms, black uniforms, bits and pieces, and a lot of media, but it's strange in the back, so multimedia, there is no news broadcast. ”

"Is that so?" Lin Xin changed a few more angles and asked the old man if there were any other major issues.

The old man replied in the affirmative, there is only this one thing, which can be regarded as a major matter of human life.

This made Lin Xin very puzzled.

If it was just the ghost of an ordinary child after death, it would not have been possible to have such great power to separate a time and space to isolate everything.

What's more, it was an instant to send such a powerful existence as him in and out.

You must know that the greater the mass and the higher the energy level of transmitting something, the greater the consumption required.

It's like a conveyor belt, putting a pound of things on it to teleport, it's naturally a breeze.

Put a hundred tons of things on it, and I'm afraid that the conveyor belt will be crushed and crushed.

And the gap between Lin Xin and ordinary people is even more terrifying than a pound and a hundred tons.

So Lin Xincai was curious and interested in how the other party teleported him. (To be continued.) )