The old area of Tianhai West Street, which was prosperous in the past, is now only left with the breath of dilapidated years.

After Sang Ziqing stated his intention and identity, he was able to enter the building.

The corridor is in disrepair, full of damp and strong musty smell.

The scene of the case and the victim are completely in line with the anxiety in Sang Ziqing's heart.

The deceased is the object of this investigation and visit, Lin Meiyi of the customer service department.

The strange gaze of the criminal police officer in front of the door wandered away from Ning Lu for a moment, and then let go of the door:

"Over to you!"

"Good work!" Sang Ziqing nodded.

Lin Meiyi's rented room, one bedroom and one living room, looks like no more than fifty square meters.

In the main hall, there is only a simple detachable sofa and a yellow wood square table carved with a peach blossom pattern.

The shabby equipment makes the whole rental look without the slightest pyrotechnics.

A large black circle sits in the center of the living room, with twisted sun veins, occupying about two-thirds of the living room, with unburned purple ash on top.

Strange characters fill the gaps between the spiral lines, and in the middle of the black sun pattern, there are paintings of strange beasts with fangs, some of which resemble unicorns, or other strange monsters in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

The woman wrapped in a strange robe lay quietly next to the formation, and a strange ring was spread out in the scarlet palm of her hand.

The scene of the room was grotesque to the point of suffocation, but compared to the tragic state of Lin Meiyi's corpse, these strange feelings were insignificant.

The subtle impression that flashed across her face in an instant was enough to make one haunt nightmares all night.

Under the black-robed cloak, there was a blurred face, and there was nothing on it that could be called facial features.

The flesh with a grainy texture is completely exposed to the air, and the raised eyeballs are slightly shriveled, giving people an indescribable and indescribable human atmosphere with the blessing of human imagination.

If it weren't for Sang Ziqing's optic nerve being poisoned for a long time, I am afraid that he would vomit on the spot or faint directly.

Because the condition of all parts of the woman's body is the same as that faceless face.

Sang Ziqing picked up the ring in Lin Mei's hand and examined it carefully on his hand.

Made of brass, it shows signs of slight wear and tear, and the English letters "FDT" are engraved on the ring hill.

"Looks like she's joined some kind of evil church, and even just completed some kind of ritual."

Ning Lu sat down casually on the sofa and exchanged glances with Lin Mei, who was lying opposite her.

"Before we do that, we need to determine who this guy really is, and hopefully she hasn't summoned anything terrible..."

There was no identification on the body that could confirm the identity of the deceased.

There is no life in the room, there is no superfluous furnishings, clean and unusual.

Even the clothes and bedding worn by the deceased before his death were not left.

In the kitchen opposite the main entrance, there is not the slightest grease stain on the hood or gas stove, and the walls and square wooden table tops are spotless.

"It's really strange, but it's clear from the investigation that she goes to the market every night to buy ingredients for the evening's cooking. Now it seems, it's a bit clean and unbelievably clean. ”

"And, she seems to have an extremely docile cat."

Ning Lu felt that there was a trace of resentment in Sang Ziqing's eyes when she saw her, so she stretched out her hand and spread her five fingers.

The fingerprint suddenly begins to move and change, and then a new vein is formed.

"Uncle, there's no point in keeping the scene!"

Sang Ziqing sighed, but had to admit that what Ning Lu said was indeed a helpless fact.

Since the daylight events of five years ago, ghosts and spirits from all over the world have sprung up, and the existing order has been completely shattered.

Those who accept the influence of the gods, whether they are degenerate or marauders, or marginal people like Sang Ziqing, will go through several stages from order to disorder, to disorder, and finally to order.

The degree of entry into each stage is related to the depth of spiritual consciousness, and for this reason, the World Joint Countermeasures Agency has delineated four realms for the deviant in the unified standard, namely the white wave, the sea, the torrent, and the abyss.

The four realms are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

The level of the deviant is not as fixed as in the immortal cultivation novel, but only represents a person's diving state at this time.

Even if a person who is at the top of the white wave is safe, it is possible to break through the order in the next second and step into the realm of the sea or torrent.

What Sang Ziqing was recorded in the file was only the degree of mutation of the Bailang Rank superiors.

At this time, he put the ring in his pocket and lifted the black robe on Lin Mei's body.

The pungent smell of blood rushed to the heavens.

"The person who came to support is still Tian Xiao, and the body will be handed over to him to dispose of!" Ning Lu said.

Sang Ziqing's body tightened, and he was in awe.

It was really hard for him to imagine how Tian Xiao would say such a corpse full of artistic beauty.

A brief image flashed through his mind, and Sang Zi cleaned the hairs in his throat and went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

Just as he reached out to touch the handle of the faucet, a strange sensation came from his fingertips.

The handle, which was supposed to be made of smooth metal, felt strangely rough to the touch.

He looked down and saw that the silver zinc alloy faucet seemed to show signs of polishing.

But that kind of visual impact can't be described as smoothing.

Not only that, but when Sang Ziqing reached out to touch the gas stove and the square wooden table in the living room, he also felt the subtle roughness.

The grinding fingers were slightly numb.

Sang Ziqing flicked the sawdust on his fingers, pressed his ear against the white-gray whitewashed wall, and stroked the wall to gently test it.

Without exception, the four walls of the entire room retain an insignificant sense of wear and tear.

"Interesting! Interesting! ”

Sang Ziqing shouted excitedly, and from time to time he was afraid to hit the white wall with his hands.

Ning Lu, who was sitting on the young hair, frowned tightly at the young man staring at the white flowers:

"Uncle, are you finally going crazy?"

Suddenly, a low, suppressed sobbing sound came from all directions, and then it cried like a baby.

Ning Lu jumped up and protected Sang Ziqing behind her, her white arm had turned into a sharp blade like a mantis sickle.

The skobbing was intermittent, and soon it turned into a long, piercing howl, like a laugh, like a mournful scream, in short, a terrible sound in hell.

The human sanity cannot accurately describe the scene at this time.

The wails on all sides pulled people into the narrow prison of weeping.

"Break it!"

Sang Ziqing clearly heard that these strange sounds were coming from the wall.

Ning Lu swung his arm high and slammed it against the wall in front of him.

There was a roar, and a cloud of dust rose through the narrow space.

When the smoke cleared, the scene inside the walls became clear.

The cracks in the torn walls were filled with thin sheets of paper, made of wood, iron, aluminum, or plastic...

In addition, the clothes and other items that Lin Mei wore before her life were also stuffed into it.

A black cat with white fur on its chest, lying on a lace-trimmed underwear, stared at the two with dark green eyes.

The weird noise came from this guy.

Suddenly, a mysterious and grotesque smile appeared on the furry face, and the black cat jumped down and jumped into the window pane, disappearing.

Sang Ziqing's eyes flashed slightly, full of excitement to appreciate the painstaking masterpiece in front of him.

In the corner where the wall connects to the ceiling, the corpse of a black cat hangs upside down.