The blood-stained feathers of the dead white dove hung upside down on the spikes, and the broken remnants of the wall were piled up with the frost and snow of the night, and it seemed that a cry could be heard from a distant land.

The dark figure walked down the deserted street, and Tole Claes walked slowly, his hair ruffled by the furious night wind, but he still kept his head down, feeling nothing, as if he was thinking about something.

It was a man's head, cut off by someone in a very cruel way, although the discovery was fed back, but I don't know what reason the woman used to easily explain the past, but the decision to temporarily detain it made Ptole Claes very dissatisfied, but this is the decision from above, and he can't say anything.

There was a faint pain from the wound on his neck, and every time he came to this time, he couldn't stop oozing blood.

"Isn't the wound healing?"

Toller Clay was a little strange, the gauze was still a little wet to the touch, according to the normal situation, even if the dressing was not changed, after such a long time, no matter how the wound should have healed.

The oncoming wind hit him in the face, and it seemed a little painful, and when he thought about it, he seemed to be a little familiar with the man's face.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Walking and walking, before I knew it, the whole street was left with only Tole Claes alone.

Suddenly, a sound came from the darkness, as if someone had knocked over the cardboard box, and the sound fell to the ground.

Toole Claes stopped, he turned his head to look into the darkness, where something seemed to be moving, and reached for the gun behind his back, which was the weapon of a police officer.

"Meow~"

But it was just a cat meow, and I saw a swarthy kitten running out of it.

Halfway through the run, he turned his head, glanced at Tole Claes, and yelled at him again.

"It's a cat."

Only then did Tole Claes relent, and stopped his progress, and the action that he had wanted to explore also stopped, and it was about a few paces away that the kitten turned around, as if he had heard some kind of call, and ran back again.

Ignoring the cats, Toller Claes continued on his way home.

Still at the same time, Toller Claes sat on the bed, did not hear the familiar sound of the door closing, looked at the clock on the wall again, and confirmed that his neighbor would not go home beyond this point.

He stood up again, gathered the gun on the table, pinned it to his waist, and draped his coat on, before carefully opening the door.

It was a dimly lit hallway, and the slightest movement in the quiet of the night was magnified exponentially, and everyone was immersed in a good sleep, unaware that Tole Claes had come to the door next door.

First, he leaned on the door and listened secretly for a while, and after confirming that there was no one at home, he quietly squatted down and took out the prepared lock-picking tools.

Most of the cops had some such skills, and Toller Claes listened carefully as he watched the movement of the hallway, until the "click" sounded and the lock was opened.

The first thing that struck him was a familiar smell, the smell of blood that made him feel a little uncomfortable, and it also sounded the alarm bell in his heart.

The moment you open the door,

He saw the blood all over the house, and the scene was even more terrifying than he had imagined, and he could even guess what a terrible battle had taken place here through the traces.

All the furniture visible to the naked eye was stained with blood, a body chained to the broken sofa lay limply, a mark of unknown weapons was carved into the walls and ceiling, and the woman's face, pale from blood loss, was still resisting until the last moment before death.

"This is ......"

Seeing the same face appear in the room, Tole Claes couldn't help but take a step back, thinking of the woman he had seen beside Jiang Chenchuan, a burst of sweat hair stood on end, and cold fear crawled down his spine.

Jingle Bell –

The phone rang, and it was so frightening in this quiet and eerie night.

Tole Claes subconsciously wanted to flee first, but when he stepped back, he remembered his identity.

He is a policeman, and if he even flinchs in the face of the incident, who can do justice and find out the truth.

Even if the truth is weird that he can't accept, then he has to do it, but at this moment, he can finally understand why the old policeman who once brought himself would say:

There are some things that he hopes he will not know for the rest of his life, which is also the greatest protection for ordinary people. The keyboard is a reminder of the "Chain" →δξw) for you to read.

"What the hell is that...... Ghosts......"

Torre-Claes could not comprehend the existence of a woman, and now when he looked at her corpse, he felt some infinite fear.

Jingle Bell –

The bell was still ringing, as if it would have been ringing like this if Tolle Claes hadn't answered.

Slowly moving towards the phone fixed on the table, Ptole Claes didn't know the bottom of his heart, but the other party could call him so accurately after he entered the house, it must be someone who was observing every move in this room, or maybe he had been paying attention to his every move.

After a long hesitation, Toller Claes decided to pick up the phone.

"Hey."

The shrill ringing of the bell was interrupted, and the silence was finally returned to the night.

There was silence on the other end of the line, except for the rustling of something.

"Tell me, who are you? Are you the murderer of the two people in the house? Tole Claes asked unceremoniously.

But there was silence, and Toller Claes waited for a while before he heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here as soon as possible, and don't see anyone else for seven days, or you'll ......"

She paused.

"Who the hell are you? Are you looking at me. ”

Toller Claes looked around, his other hand gripped the gun tightly, trying to find the woman in the room or outside the window.

However, he was disappointed that the woman was not near him, and he saw the woman slowly leaning her mouth closer to the earpiece.

"Otherwise, you will die of festering all over your body, where do you start...... It starts with your neck, officer. ”

Through the phone, the woman's soft laughter came, as if she was joking with Toller Claes, but it was extremely cruel.

The phone was trembling slightly, as if something was about to crawl down the phone line.

"In the same way, if you stay honestly for seven days, the wound on your neck will be completely healed, and everything is your choice."

With the woman's words, a mark slowly appeared behind Toole Claes's ear, a cracked scar with the terrifying power of a spell.

Volume I.

The first chapter of the night: sonata.

……

Autumn 2022.

A drizzle of rain fell from the grey sky and fluttered down the city streets.

It's autumn, and from time to time you can see pedestrians who don't have umbrellas, hurrying by with their hands on the top of their heads.

In the narrow military-civilian alley, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was sitting opposite an old man under the canopy next to the supermarket commissary.

The whole world outside the canopy is gray, the ground has been stained with rain and turned light black, only the ground under the canopy still has a dry area, as if the whole world is only left with this pure land.

In front of them was a dilapidated wooden chessboard with a red 'Fulai Supermarket' sign overhead.

"General," the young man stood up after speaking, leaving the old man with thinning hair to sit still.

The young man Qingchen glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Don't struggle." ”

"I can still ......," the old man said unwillingly, "It's only thirteen steps......

In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed that he had lost his armor in thirteen steps.

Qingchen didn't explain anything, the chessboard was already deadly, and it was the last moment of the poor dagger.

The young man had a clean face and clear eyes, just sitting there in a plain school uniform, as if he had purified the world around him.

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The old man threw the chess pieces he had raised in his hand onto the chessboard, and the abandoned pawn admitted defeat.

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