Chapter 17 Tracking

When I heard this, I was stunned, stood still, turned my head and asked, "What did you say?" ”

But the old man stopped talking, and stared at me with one eye, motionless.

I was so frightened by this gaze that I didn't dare to ask anything more, so I turned around and walked away.

Could it be that after working in a psychiatric hospital for a long time, the security spirit is not normal?

When I looked back again, the security guard was no longer there, as if it had never been there.

This hospital really made me feel very panicked. After getting on the bus to the city, I breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt like I had a nightmare. Almost everyone I met was something out of the ordinary.

When the car started, someone suddenly slapped the car underneath, the car braked suddenly, and a tall, thin woman wearing sunglasses came up.

The woman was dressed in white, white short-sleeved white cropped pants and wore a strange pendant around her neck. I didn't pay much attention to her, but it seemed like she was looking at me all the time, and I sat behind her, and she kept turning her head to look at me from time to time, which made me very confused.

At first, I thought to myself, probably because I knew some kind of acquaintance, so I didn't pay attention to her.

In the car, I contacted Mr. Gao on WeChat and told him about what I had seen in the hospital and the subsequent investigation. I told him if I would like to find a chance to come over together and see if I could find some clues. After all, Mr. Gao knows a little bit about psychology, maybe there is a way to make Liu Xian calm down and talk to us normally, so that he can ask for some useful information.

Mr. Gao was a little surprised to learn that I went to the hospital by myself, and he agreed, but said that next time there would be any clues to go together, because the two of them are good to take care of, and now the murderer does not know where he is, and it will be dangerous for one person to haunt.

In the end, Mr. Gao told me that he would take me to a place when I went back, and he said that now he had found some very important clues.

The woman on the bus kept turning her head to look at me all the way, making me hairy, thinking if there was something wrong with me, and she looked in the mirror and didn't find anything wrong.

Later, I wondered why she kept looking at me, after all, what happened to me was too bizarre, and I always paid attention to any clue around me, and just when I was curious, this girl suddenly got up and wanted to get out of the car.

It's just one stop away from the station I'm going to get off from. I subconsciously glanced at it, and when I saw the neighborhood she was walking towards, I suddenly realized something.

This seems to be the community where the homicide happened in the first place, that is, the community where the woman who was killed by the fake courier was.

A woman who happened to live in a neighborhood that was related to what I was experiencing kept behaving in a way that was unusual and came out of that hospital with me...... All this made me feel some kind of connection, and after hesitating for half a second, I immediately got up and got out of the car.

I followed the woman from a distance behind me until I entered the neighborhood. Fortunately, this community, like ours, also comes in and out casually. Just as I was following, I saw that the woman had stopped, and she looked around, and then entered a building.

I noticed that there were still some cordons outside the building, which seemed to ...... This is exactly the building where it happened. It's been a while, and there are no police officers here to protect the scene, but many traces remain.

When I saw her enter this building, it was clear to me that there was definitely something wrong with this woman. I probably followed up on an important lead.

The corridor was a little dark, and when I followed up, I saw that the person was gone, and I entered the elevator room and saw that the elevator numbers were jumping. It's already on the ninth floor.

The elevator finally stops at the top floor, which is the twelfth floor. I immediately pressed another elevator and chased after it.

I was nervous, not knowing what I was going to face.

The elevator stopped, and the door slowly opened. It's a little dark outside, and the stairwell here is not well lit, and the lights are not turned on, so it's dark. I took a deep breath and walked out.

The structure here is basically the same as our community, with four households on the first floor, fire doors on both sides, and two households behind the fire doors.

I looked left and right, but I didn't see anyone, so I hesitated, did they have already gone home and thought too much?

As I was thinking this, I heard the "squeak" of the door being blown by the wind on the right, not the sound of a fire door, but the door of a resident next to it was open.

I immediately followed the sound lightly.

After passing through the fire door, you will see an open door, and the contents of the house are very messy, and there are some number plates on the ground, and lines drawn in chalk circles, so you can see at a glance that this is a crime scene.

Obviously, this is the home of the deceased.

I realized that the woman had probably entered the door, but had she opened the door?

Why does she have the key here?

I walked to the door and looked inside, but I couldn't see where she was, and I began to wonder if I wanted to go in, but just then I noticed something.

On the wall of the house, a scribbled pattern is painted.

A circle with something resembling a dinner fork drawn on it. The entire logo is red.

When I saw the blood-red logo, I couldn't help but think of the two words I saw on the wall of the empty house next to me that day, which looked quite similar in font. It made my scalp tingle.

There's something wrong with that!

Surely this was not drawn by the deceased himself, right? It looks like this logo is not a decorative design at all, and it is brightly colored, so it should have been left for a short time.

The deceased has been killed for at least two weeks, who marked this?

Suddenly I remembered the woman. Where the hell is she now?

At this time, I suddenly realized that the other party was most likely deliberately trying to lead me.

From the very beginning, she appeared with a deliberate feeling, and then she seemed to keep catching my attention, and I didn't even notice anything wrong, and finally I was carried all the way here by her......

It is likely that he is completely in danger at this point.

When I was hesitant to leave, a strong curiosity about the truth attracted me, and I finally made the decision to continue in. See what exactly is there.

I was about to get closer to take a closer look when I heard a rush of footsteps behind me.

At that moment, my intuition felt an extreme danger signal, and I was about to turn around when I felt something hit the back of my head hard, and there was a dull pain, and my eyes suddenly went black. After a few seconds, I lost consciousness.