The door was unlocked, and it opened with a slight pull.

Behind the door is a hallway, and to the left, there is a door, and behind the door is the living room that we have just illuminated with a flashlight.

Going down the hallway, there is the kitchen, and behind the kitchen, there is also a cabin.

We stood in the hallway and glanced back and forth, then opened the door and entered the living room.

I fumbled around the wall, touched the light rope, and with a slight pull, the light came on.

I looked at the incandescent light bulb above my head and frowned, this kind of light bulb is rarely seen in my own home now.

After the lights came on, we didn't go to the table, but took a look at the living room.

The decoration in the living room is full of the atmosphere of the eighties and nineties of the last century.

The sofa is an old-fashioned fabric sofa with cigarette butts burning, and the coffee table is a brown wooden tea table.

Opposite the sofa, there is a TV cabinet and two standing cabinets side by side, on the left side of the cabinet, against the wall, is the table.

After looking around, we set our eyes on the offering table.

The clay doll on the table is in a kneeling position, with long hair, and a fishtail-like crack on its face, and a little bloodshot can be vaguely seen in the clay sculpture.

In addition to this, there is a broken red rope on the tabletop.

The red rope is black-red in color, and the end is wrapped around the doll's kneeling legs.

I took out a piece of yellow paper, picked up the red rope on the paper, put it on the tip of my nose and smelled it, and a smell of blood came to my nose.

I frowned, put down the red rope, wrapped it in yellow paper, and said, "This clay doll is probably not for offering!" ”

The reason why I say this is very simple, the early means of sacrificing imps may be very cruel, but in the later stage, it is the same as raising children.

This is similar to Kuman Thong.

Melon and fruit drinks, incense candles, paper money, all are indispensable.

But on this offering table, there is no trace of the offering.

The red rope tied to the body and the blood stains on the face of the clay doll all show that this clay doll is having a bad time.

"Ranzi, does the resentful baby you see look the same as this?" I asked, pointing to the clay doll.

"It's a little bit like it, it's a little bit like it!" Wang Yiran stared at the clay doll for a while, but he was still unsure.

"Like is like, not like is not like, why are you still ambiguous?" I asked rhetorically.

"Brother, the appearance looks five points similar, but the resentful baby I saw has no hair and no clothes!" Wang Yiran thought about it and reached out to take the clay doll.

"Don't get started yet!"

I stopped Wang Yiran, took out a piece of rune paper, handed it over, and said, "Touch it with the rune paper!" ”

"It's fine!"

Wang Yiran shook his head, but still passed the rune paper, paddled the rune paper, and picked up the clay doll.

The moment I picked it up, the clay doll made a muffled click, and the upper and lower parts were broken.

Wang Yiran subconsciously stretched out his hand and fished the half in his hand, and smiled: "Fortunately, ......"

Halfway through the words, Wang Yiran's eyes lost focus, and the person froze, as if someone had fixed his body.

"Is that okay?"

I looked at Wang Yiran puzzled.

I'm used to see him like this, and I met him just an hour ago.

Wang Yiran had this expression every time he held the hand of the corpse and traced his death.

But this time it was different, he was not holding a corpse, nor a person, he was holding a clay doll.

Chu Siyu and I glanced at each other, and no one said anything, so we could only wait silently.

Soon, various expressions appeared on Wang Yiran's face, some were hideous, some were resentful, some were unwilling, but more often they were hateful.

After almost ten minutes, Wang Yiran let out a long breath and regained consciousness.

"Grass!"

After recovering, Wang Yiran scolded, looked down at the clay doll in his hand, and a few wisps of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"How's it going, what do you see?" I asked.

"It's not a clay doll, it's two!" Wang Yiran put the clay doll that was broken in two on the table and said slowly.

"Two?" I'm a little confused.

Wang Yiran hummed and lowered his head to deal with the clay dolls.

He carefully peeled down the clay doll's shell, and after peeling off the layers of clay shells, an oval object the thickness of a carrot was revealed.

"What is this?"

The things that were picked up were stained with mud and ash, and it was difficult to see clearly for a while.

"Dry corpse!"

Wang Yiran replied sullenly, and after a pause, he added another word: "Baby's!" ”

As he spoke, he had already cleared most of the dirt from the dried corpse, and a strange little face that had been pumped down due to dehydration and stacked on top of each other appeared in my sight.

"Grass!"

Seeing this little face of the smoker, I finally understood why Wang Yiran had that kind of expression.

Whoever sees this kind of baby will have this kind of expression.

Just by looking at the appearance of this baby, you can know that Sun Ying is refining the little ghost with evil methods.

This kind of ghost and Eno are completely two different ways.

"No, don't you only see what the corpse experienced half an hour before it died? Can this be seen as well? "I immediately noticed something was wrong.

This clay doll, equivalent to a nesting doll, is divided into two layers, mainly, this is a clay doll, not a person.

"That doll out there is dead!"

Wang Yiran was silent for a while, pointed to the peeling shell and said.

"You mean that this clay sculpture is equivalent to the body of the doll outside?" I asked.

"Hmm!"

Wang Yiran nodded sullenly, pointed to the mud shell that was put aside and said, "The one outside who combs his hair and sits in a kneeling posture is his sister, and the one inside who has become a dried corpse is his younger brother!" ”

"It's this brother who killed people in the clinic!" Wang Yiran said as he set aside the dried carcass the size of a carrot.

"Ranzi, what did you just see?" I asked.

Wang Yiran's expression suddenly became gloomy, he looked at the mud shells piled on the side, and said after being silent for a while: "This method of making little ghosts, called stacking babies, refers to the two baby corpses, using the clay sculpture method, one mile and one outside, into a clay baby!" ”

"The one inside must be a dried corpse!"

"The one on the outside must be made of ashes and blood!"

"This kind of stacked babies is best made of brothers and sisters, and twins are the best!"

"This stacked baby, not twins, the outside is the elder sister, who died when she was two years old, and the inside is the younger brother, who died at eight months!"

Wang Yiran's voice became more and more muffled, and his eyes became redder and redder.

"These two babies, did they die normally?"

I asked.

"It's not!"

Wang Yiran shook his head and said, "I don't know exactly how he died, but I can be sure that he definitely didn't die normally!" ”

"After all these years, nothing has happened to them?" I asked.

There is such a stacked baby here, not making trouble, obviously abnormal.

The birth of a stacked baby means resentment, hatred, and the only way to appease their resentment is to use blood.

"I don't know!"

Wang Yiran's answer made me frown, "I don't know what it means?" ”

"Brother, you also know that I haven't been in the prison for a long time, but in the past few years since I joined the company, I haven't found a single incident of overlapping babies and hurting people!"

Wang Yiran said in a deep voice.

"Not only did I not find out, but the prisoners also did not find out that there was an incident of overlapping babies and hurting people!"

"After I joined the company, I have read the files of the convicts over the years, and I have seen all kinds of cases, but I have never seen them, the incident of overlapping babies and hurting people!"

Wang Yiran frowned as he spoke.

"Never?"

I muttered, still a little incredulous.

"Never!"

Wang Yiran affirmed.

"That's not right!"

I am far away, whether it is raising Gu Man Tong or raising little ghosts, I have something to ask for.

For example, those who raise Guman Tong are roughly divided into three types, either seeking marriage, or seeking wealth, or seeking power.

The same is true for those who raise imps, and they can't ask for more than these three.

The same is true for raising overlapping babies.

It's just that the effect of stacking babies is much stronger than raising Guman Tong and little ghosts.

Generally speaking, if the effect of raising Guman Tong is one, then the effect of raising a little ghost is two or even three, and the effect of raising a stacked baby can reach six or even seven.

There is a saying that the more you give, the more you get.

The people who raise Gu Man Tong and the little ghosts are similar, they all have something to ask for.

What you can give is directly proportional to what you get, and the more you want to get, the more you need to give.

You can get as much as you want from Kuman Thong, and the more effective you are, the more you need to pay.

In comparison, even if you don't ask for anything, because of the efficacy, you need to pay six to seven times more than raising a Guman child.

Therefore, even if you don't ask for anything, it is very laborious to support a stacked baby.

Generally speaking, an adult who is about 30 years old and has no illness or disaster, if he does not ask for anything, can support a stacked baby for about half a year.

For more than half a year, there is a more than seventy percent chance of dying because of a loss of qi and blood.

One thing to understand is that under normal circumstances, there is no need to provide blood for the sake of raising Kuman Thong.

Raising a little ghost, if the request is not too much, does not need to be fed with blood.

But raising a stacked baby, whether it is needed or not, needs to be supported by blood.

Therefore, stacked babies are also known as daddy babies, and if you are not careful, it is easy to raise yourself to death.

That's why I'm weird.

Sun Ying has raised the stacked baby for so many years, she didn't raise herself to death, and finally completely controlled the stacked baby, which is somewhat strange.

Judging from the situation of the resentful baby that Wang Yiran saw, the resentful baby has definitely not been in a state of hunger for so many years, that is to say, the offering has not been interrupted for so many years.

The offering is not broken, that is, the blood is not broken.

The blood is not broken, Sun Ying is fine, there is only one possibility, she is feeding this stacked baby with other people's blood.

You must know that to feed the baby with blood, it is necessary to have middle finger blood, and it is required to be squeezed now.

Therefore, it is simply unrealistic to go to the hospital to buy blood.

It is likely that Sun Ying is feeding blood from living people.

The reason why nothing happened for so many years is that I can only think of a possibility, the person who supplied blood was killed by Sun Ying.

I can't think of anything else.

The torturer did not find the body, most likely because the body was destroyed by Sun Ying.

Thinking of this, many doubts have been solved, but more are still doubts.

After so many years, why did Sun Ying openly kill people at this time, and make such a big move.

Judging from Sun Ying's past style, this is seriously inconsistent with her past style.

"Brother, there's definitely something wrong here!"

After I made my speculation, Wang Yiran nodded, agreeing with my point of view.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

"I'll answer the phone first!"

Wang Yiran nodded at me and picked up his phone.

"What?"

After only listening to two sentences, Wang Yiran's face changed.

"Okay, I know, I'll go over!"

After chatting for a few sentences, Wang Yiran hung up his phone and said to me; "Brother, something happened again!"

"What do you mean it's happened again?" I asked.

"There's another black clinic that has an accident!"

Wang Yiran said.

"Where?" I asked.

"On the Walking Street!" Wang Yiran replied.

"Let's go!"

I said.

Sun Ying's residence, there is nothing to search.

The only thing of value here is this clay doll, Wang Yiran and I put away the doll, got up and left, and the follow-up search can be handed over to the guys who came together.

Pedestrian Street, located in the southeast of Ben Thanh, is one of the top three prosperous areas in Ben Thanh.

In the pedestrian street, there are basically all kinds of high-end shops, and there are black clinics there, which is really a bit unexpected for me.

On the way, we learned more about the situation.

It is not accurate to say that the pedestrian street is actually inaccurate, and the black clinic where the accident occurred is located on the side of the pedestrian street.

It's a bit inaccurate to say it's a black clinic.

This clinic is a regular clinic, opened on the side of the pedestrian street, with a total of two floors and a total of two doctors and four nurses.

This time, one doctor, three nurses died.

The doctor had his head cut off, three nurses, two had his throats cut, and one had more than 30 wounds on his body, large and small, which were bleeding to death.

Most crucially, on the walls and floors of the clinic, bloody handprints the size of babies appeared.

It was these bloody handprints that allowed the guys who handled the case to report the case and hand it over to the criminals.

It can be known from the photos that the means of the two bloody cases are exactly the same.

As for whether Sun Ying controlled the resentful baby, it is not known at present.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at the clinic where the accident had occurred.

As with the previous black clinic, when we arrived, there was a circle of people around.

After we went inside, we had a brief conversation with the guys at the exploration site, and at the time of the crime, there were still five patients in the clinic hanging water.

Strangely, none of the five patients died, only two were stunned.

According to these people, only two of the three nurses died, and they did not suffer much, and they were killed with one blow and died with their throats cut.

The rest of the doctors and nurses died quite miserably.

The nurse, in particular, was alive and dead.

Hearing this, Wang Yiran and I glanced at each other, no one said anything, and explored the site first.

Wang Yiran, as before, held the hands of the deceased one by one, traced the deaths, and checked the course of the case.

When Wang Yiran was going back to his death, I took a walk around the clinic.

Unlike the previous clinic, which has a lot of regulations, I didn't find anything like a safe, a file room where documents and procedures were stored, but I did find one.

After going in and checking, I didn't find anything useful, and the most important thing was that there were very few bloody handprints in it.

Throughout the clinic, the place with the most bloody handprints is the computer.

But when I turned on the computer, I found that there was not much to check on the hard drive, and to put it simply, the hard drive had been emptied.

The reasons for this are almost self-evident.

In the previous clinic, the black accounts left by the person in charge of the clinic were recorded in the form of a diary, and this clinic may have put the transaction records in the hard drive.

That's a hassle.

In other words, in a short period of time, we can't find any effective clues.

Half an hour later, Wang Yiran ended the death regression and said with a gloomy face; "It's Sun Ying and her resentful baby!"

"Things are in trouble!"

After getting an affirmative answer from Wang Yiran, my heart chuckled.

Although Sun Ying led her resentful baby to slaughter two clinics, judging from this situation, it seems that the other party is ready to kill all the clinics in Bincheng that have traded with Zihe cars.

"Brother, I have bad news here!"

Wang Yiran said.

"Say, what's the bad news!" I said.

"The relationship between Sun Ying and that resentful baby seems to have improved a lot!" Wang Yiran said.

"Improved!"

I muttered, my heart shaking again.

Things may be more troublesome than I predicted.

I used to think that Sun Ying and her resentful baby who came out to make trouble wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the major worlds and various Yin Sect forces to rush to Hutou Mountain to come out and grab territory.

Now it seems that Sun Ying may not have the intention of grabbing land at all, what she did is more like a kind of crazy revenge, and the object of her revenge is the doctors and nurses who sold Zihe cars.

The most important thing is that the killing at the beginning may not be nothing, but ten can be killed, and after killing a hundred, Sun Ying and the resentful baby she controls are likely to be assimilated by resentment and become a madman who only knows killing.

The only thing I can't figure out now is, what is Sun Ying's purpose in doing this?

If she continues to kill like this, she will easily become the public enemy of the whole people.

Because of this, I couldn't understand what she was trying to do!

After the death was traced, Wang Yiran identified the murderer, sent the guys at the exploration site away, and made another call to Lao Dong by the way to report the situation.

As soon as the situation was reported, and before we could leave, another phone call came.

"Hello?"

Wang Yiran picked up the phone, and after taking a look, he barely squeezed out a smile and picked up the phone.

"What? Oh oh oh, I see, I'll go over here! ”

After connecting and listening to only two sentences, Wang Yiran's face changed again.

This change is exactly the same as before.

Seeing Wang Yiran like this, I naturally understood that I might not be able to go home today.

"Brother, another clinic has been served!"

Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Wang Yiran showed me an apologetic smile.

"Let's go!"

I didn't say anything, just waved my hand.

If nothing else, the clinic where the accident occurred was most likely done by Sun Ying with the resentful baby.

In just a few hours, Sun Ying slaughtered three clinics, either Sun Ying was crazy, or the boss behind Sun Ying, calculating something!