Under the dim street lamp, the woman in a cheap skirt looked at He Shan who was standing by the wall, stretched out her hand and beckoned, her black nails reflected the light under the street lamp, she threw a wink at the past, and said coquettishly:

"Sir, you're still outside at this late hour, do you want to come to my house and have a cup of coffee?"

Pozwal's woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she doesn't have too many conservative thoughts, and her loyalty is completely like toilet paper, not to mention that this woman is not married, but many women who are married have lovers.

Of course, from a social point of view, there is still a need for criticism.

He Shan did not respond out loud, but smiled politely, refused politely, and then used illusion to guide slightly, so that the woman entered her own room next door in a daze.

"The doctor can be found on the third floor here after half-past eleven midnight."

"I'm here until it's almost twelve o'clock, but no one is coming, does that so-called doctor really exist?"

He Shan pondered in his heart, decided not to wait any longer, and walked into this small building.

The space in the corridor is very cramped, and there is a fishy smell in the corner, it is estimated that someone has fertilized.

The stairs are also dirty and messy, and the stairs on the first floor have steps of different spans.

There are two houses on the first floor, one on the left and the other on the right, the doors are closed, and the top is still chained, and there is no breath of life inside.

The second floor is simply an empty blank, with an unobstructed view, except for a few cement blocks and scattered artificial fertilizers, there is nothing.

Soon, He Shan climbed to the third floor, which was basically the same as the second floor, except that there was an extra light bulb, and under the orange light, a man in a yellowish and white coat stood there wearing a hood, his eyes were indifferent, his arms were lowered, he was wearing black gloves, and he held a scalpel that looked sharp.

The moment he saw He Shan, the 'doctor' rushed over, and the scalpel in his hand reflected the light.

"I can't read anything, it's not that the other party's mental will is too strong, but-" He Shan sent it over with a shock.

"Boom!" The 'doctor' flew upside down, his hood scratched, revealing blue skin and a dull face, with stitches on his neck.

"It's a puppet made of a human corpse, and it attacks me as soon as it meets, proving that the real doctor should know that I'm not a good person, I've been here since nine-fifty, and I've seen thirteen people until now, and only two people I've seen since half-past eleven."

"One is a bum, the other is ......"

He Shan casually blew up the puppet's head, and with a movement of his mind, he teleported to the edge of the third floor, and from top to bottom, he could see that the house next door was simply the same abandoned house.

"That woman is the doctor."

"She must have seen me use illusions to drive away the homeless man, so she took precautions and took the initiative to interview me, and left a puppet to play with me."

"It's easy to hide from my mind reading, and it seems that I can't rely on the superpower of mind reading." He Shan summed up the mistakes he had made.

The appearance of a strange woman in the western suburbs in the middle of the night was conspicuous enough, not to mention the vicinity of the 'doctor' who seemed to be extraordinary, but he was easily fooled because what he read was completely normal mental activity.

He Shan closed his eyes and used all his strength to start his sense of smell, except for those foul smells, the most is-

"What a smell of blood, how many people have died here?"

He Shan opened his eyes and took a step, slowly fell downstairs, and stepped into the first floor again, shattering a door with a snap of his fingers, and the smell of potion mixed with the smell of blood came violently.

"There's something strange about the door, it can block my sense of smell, no wonder I didn't notice the problem in the first place."

Walking in, it is simply a large slaughterhouse, human organs, limbs, and heads can be seen everywhere, and the ground is stained with blood and various bodily fluids in red, red, green, and green.

The walls are deliberately smeared with brains, bile, and blood:

On the stage built by countless blood-drawn corpses, a black gate stood, six small figures were two back to back, three people stood together, and one person floated in the air.

"Doctor ......"

He Shan looked down at the black eyes of a girl's head, a smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were extremely indifferent, "I remember you." ”

He didn't spend much time in the room, the environment was so oppressive that only perverts and lunatics would like it or make it here.

He Shan went to another room to take a look, and sure enough, it was a slaughterhouse again, but it was not animals but humans who were sent to the assembly line.

The difference is that the first room to go has strange paintings, and the dead are all children.

The other room is much cleaner, there are no paintings, there are no traces left by various liquids everywhere, and the limbs are also spliced together, forming one strange shape after another, and the limbs are not stinky, and they have been carefully preserved with medicinal powder, and it can be imagined that the puppet upstairs should have been made in this room.

He Shan carefully searched the entire building this time, but found nothing else.

I'm afraid that even if there is really something, people will have already transferred, and when he saw the homeless man at half past eleven, He Shan should have been exposed, as for whether his illusion concealed his figure, he himself had little confidence, after all, he would use superpowers at most.

"You can't see the doctor until after half past eleven, which can be considered in the clues." He Shan stood on the roof of the building and thought silently, "What kind of profession is available after half past eleven?" ”

"And the taste of the potion ......"

"Hospital?"

"The doctor has been around for more than ten years, and the hospital is most likely where he works, and the woman's face—"

"No, the appearance must not be used as a reference, it is likely to be an illusion, but the skirt, the cheap long skirt marked with F, can be used as a reference."

He Shan recalls all the details of his meeting with the doctor.

"The voice is very clear, the skin is delicate, not like an elderly person, between twenty and forty years old, the muscles are not developed, the nails are black, the black is abnormal, it is very likely that it is the result of long-term contact with some kind of potion."

"Wearing a pair of flats with a unique icon and a pair of wings crossed ......"

After summarizing all the clues, He Shan did not stop any longer, and fell to the ground, raising his hand and clenching his fist - waving lightly.

"Whew!" The sound of the air flow tumbling squeezed out a tearing sound that was not very large, and the power and fist pressure of the small universe swept over, and the entire building completely turned into the most basic atom, and the air flow that arrived later blew into the sky.

The area where the abandoned building used to be located has become an empty space.