"Pure God?" In the memory of so many deaths of Gao Ming, this name seems to have appeared vaguely.

"The General Investigation Bureau deals with the shadow world, and those who come into contact with the devil will inevitably be affected by the devil, and some investigators have changed their personalities after fleeing anomalous events, and they have become part of the disaster by abusing and killing citizens. That's when someone needs to do some of the dirty work, take care of the aftermath and weave lies. Situ An kept a smile, he was very happy to talk to Gao Ming, because the more he knew, the more chances he had to kill Gao Ming: "The Jingtuo God is the one responsible for cleaning up the mess by the General Investigation Bureau, and what he is best at is concealment, deception, and killing. ”

"A man with a habit of cleanliness, but doing the dirtiest things?" Xia Yang has discovered another interesting soul.

"There is no specific position of the god Jingtuo, I have been in contact with him a few times, and I have not found out his weaknesses for the time being, I only know that his identity on the surface is a mystery." Situ An's gaze moved to Xia Yang: "If you can catch the Jingtuo God, then you will have the opportunity to know the core information of the Investigation Bureau, and you will spy on the secrets of those big people in Hanhai, and then step on their bones and climb to a higher place." ”

Situ An shouldn't have lied, these things he told Gao Ming were all things he was going to do later. In a certain future when Gao Ming was killed, Situ An did become the director of the Hanhai Investigation Bureau, standing at the highest place in Hanhai.

At that time, Situ An was the most terrifying, and now Situ An didn't even take the first step, and he was directly put into his heart by Gao Zhi.

"If you only want to plot against the Eastern District, then it is enough to be careful of the Pure Tuo God."

With the advice of Situ An and Xia Yang, two super "criminals", Gao Ming perfected his weird game step by step.

……

Blood ran down the TV screen, and the baby's cry mingled with the announcer's voice, ticking and ticking......

The second hand and the teardrop moved at the same time, passing through the clock and flowing from the corner of the eye to the base of the ear.

"I've had enough of this life."

Discarded newspapers were torn to shreds and flew all over the sky.

The man walked past the overturned table, stepping on the grease and leftovers soaked in the carpet, not even picking up sharp plate fragments and dinner knives. He ignored the crying child, put his hands in his hair, looked at the smashed door, looked at the mess, looked at himself scarred in the cracked mirror.

Feeling so aggrieved that he suddenly threw the only chair in the room into the mirror.

The shards exploded, and his disgusting face was now everywhere.

"What a bad day, what a bad day!"

Taking off his shirt, the man pulled out the drawer in its entirety and dumped its contents on the floor.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, like a traveler who had found water in the desert, fell to his knees, and found a white "medicine" in the garbage heap.

The tablet is not large, and it is engraved with a letter - Y.

As if holding the treasure of the world, the man reverently picked up the pill, carefully pinched it with two fingers, and put it on his tongue little by little.

Swallowing slowly, the man could clearly feel the pill falling down his throat into the stomach pouch.

At that moment, he seemed to embrace heaven, lying on the carpet full of oil and garbage with great satisfaction, he stretched his body, the world in his eyes swirling slightly, and slowly everything was rushing towards him, hugging him in the center of the city.

The missing part of the soul was filled, the man's limbs tensed, his body pushed upward, and only the whites of his eyes slowly remained, and all thoughts were sucked away by something.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice.

"I'm not going to let you disappear, I'm not going to let you break, I know your heart is stirring, I'll take you to find what you really want."

"Situ An, is that you! I'll kill you! Give me medicine! Move my soul! ”

The man seemed to wake up from a dream, and after a brief moment of pleasure, he was enveloped in greater fear, his eyes were watering, and his body was trembling.

"Give me a soul transfer, I need more medicine, I can change anything you want."

His eyes were numb and dull, and the man heard the phone ringing, which was the 11th time it had rang tonight, but the man had no desire to pick it up.

He didn't think about anything now except the soul transfer potion.

Picking up the phone and looking at the call from his father Fu Ling on the screen, the man's empty eyes seemed to have a little focus.

His fingers wandered between answer and rejection, his fingertips quivering, and finally he slammed the phone against the wall!

The baby's crying was louder, and the man kept patting his head with his hand.

"Die! Die! Die! ”

The dusty trophies in the cabinet and the countless pennants on the walls were more like sarcastic smiling faces laughing at him at this time.

The man's name is Fu Shan, the eldest son of Fu Ling, the Director of Investigation in Wan Chai, Eastern District, and his father's pride all along, and is regarded as the investigator with the best chance of becoming the deputy director.

However, his father didn't know that Fu Shan had a problem when he first entered the abnormal event, and he took the soul transfer medicine given by Situ An, which can treat mental illness, which came from Doctor Lu and is related to the shadow world.

Now that Dr. Situ An and Lu have disappeared, Fu Shan has eaten all the medicines, and he has not gone to work in the Eastern District Investigation Bureau for several days in order to prevent his father from discovering the abnormality.

"Stop arguing, little thing!" His wife had already left, and Fu Shan staggered to his feet, and he slammed open the bedroom door to look at the still crying child.

The baby has never seen his father like this, and he has no ability to resist, so he can only cry in a sharper voice, hoping that his father can be awake and that someone in the neighborhood will hear his cry for help.

"Cry again...... Just sew your mouth up. The world in Fu Shan's eyes was between real and unreal, he stared at his child's face, and the baby in his eyes looked more and more like Situ An.

"Is that you? You're going to hurt me again! Fu Shan reached for the child's neck with both hands, and his rough hands caught the child's neck.

"Situ An! Get out of my child's body! I'll kill you! ”

Fu Shan's emotions became more and more excited, and his eyes began to be in a trance.

"It seems that Situ An is really bad to the bone." A man's voice suddenly rang out inside the room.

"Who's talking!" Fu Shan lifted the child, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the portrait of himself and his wife: "Situ An? You're hiding in the painting! ”

"I'm not Situ An, my name is Xia Yang, and I was asked to come by a bastard called Gao Ming, of course Situ An is also in his heart." Fu Shan's eyes narrowed in the painting, and he smiled harmlessly.

"Die!" Fu Shan let go of his hand, and the child fell from mid-air, and at that moment, all the colors in the painting floated out like countless petals, forming a hand to catch the child.

"Save one, kill one, and you should be grateful for the choice I made for you." The colors in the painting are like colorful spiders crawling onto Fu Shan's body and burrowing into his body.

The second hand went through a new circle, Fu Shan wiped away the tears on his face, he gently put the child away, and gently covered it with a quilt.

Pulling open the curtains, it was already dawn, Fu Shan squinted his eyes and looked at the Eastern District Investigation Bureau in the distance, smiling.

The baby didn't cry loudly anymore, but in the portrait at the head of the bed, only his wife was left, and Fu Shan was gone.

"Is it finally my turn to be the main character?"

(End of chapter)