"She's asking for help?" Jiang Wan's eyebrows were full of puzzlement: "But why did she ask for help, she obviously ......"

She's been dead for so many years, what is she asking for help?

But looking at the line of words in front of him, Chen Qing's heart was different.

"Are you asking for help? Is the way to ask for help is to command your little pet to attack me? ”

His tone was flat, as if it wasn't him who had just been attacked.

“NO”

"No? Nothing. He tilted his head, a slight smile on his face.

But after he finished speaking, the words on the door no longer changed, and the flies began to really become headless flies, and in an instant they lost their destination and binding force, and scattered towards their surroundings.

Chen Qing and the others took a step back, and when they watched those flies pass by, they restrained the nausea in their chests and made a way.

"It seems to be complicated." He muttered softly and asked Jiang Wan, "What is the case you are looking for me to investigate now?" ”

She was stunned, pointed to Chen Qing's mobile phone, and motioned for him to take it out.

She took Chen Qing's mobile phone and opened the attachment of the first email.

On the screen, dozens of photos are stored inside the PPT.

He fixed his eyes, and his eyebrows instantly had the same look as they were.

It's not about the case, it's about the big moms on the bus in the morning - the foul words in their mouths.

It's no wonder they're there. Chen Qing thought.

Even if you see it at first glance, you can't guarantee that you won't think so.

The victims were all men, and their bodies were covered with scars, and there were many scars, and the scars on the upper body were like nail marks, and each scar was sunken about two or three centimeters.

Under him, down from their waists, they were covered with scars from the whipping, and the scars of a large number of bruises, belts, and whips were clearly visible.

And the main thing - is that these photos were taken at the scene of the crime.

At the scene of the crime, they were like this, and they could be seen with scars all over their bodies.

They are naked.

Their breasts bulged - their lower bodies stood upright.

Each of these photographs was taken less than three hours after the death of the deceased, so the worst image of each of them was recorded.

They are so naked, losing the last bit of dignity in this world.

"They ......," he pointed to the victim's mouth: "their face ......"

At the place of his fingers, the mouths of the victims were cut open, and there were scars about five fingers long, all the way to the base of the ears, and they seemed to be laughing, but the faces were fearful.

"Huh? Rip Girl? ”

Chen Qing remembered an extremely famous urban legend in his heart.

"Rip girl?"

But when Jiang Wan heard this, she tilted her head.

"Is this going to be real?" She was a little puzzled: "If this kind of urban legend that has been passed down by word of mouth is true...... How is it that it has only been recorded today? ”

But listening to his words, when Chen Qingzheng was silent, Bu Zhaozhao's hand grabbed him and took out the pendant.

She looked at Jiang Wan and smiled vigorously: "Sister Jiang, I have to correct you."

It's not a well-known urban legend, it's the opposite – it's because they have a real part that they can be widely shared. ”

But Jiang Wan listened, and her brows furrowed: "But this is a similar incident...... It is also extremely rare in police stations. ”

"Isn't there proof that is extremely rare?"

She shook her head: "The amount is too low, so low that it can't be used as a proof factor." ”

As she was talking, the words suddenly stopped, she looked at Chen Qing, and then turned her head to look at Bu Zhaozhao and was silent.

Seeing this inquiring gaze, Chen Qing turned his head like a sharp heart, and asked her: "So."

Was it your Foundation that used to contain these urban legends? ”

"Before they have time to expand their influence, yes." She smiled, looking a little proud.

"But if your Foundation has contained these extraordinary creatures of urban legends, where did they come from now?" Jiang Wan was a little curious.

"Three possibilities, one is to escape in the Backrooms, and ......" She was silent for a moment, "just like you did before."

If Chen Qing doesn't save you, you will be the next city secret to be passed on by word of mouth.

The second ......"

She was silent for a moment and shook her head: "Forget it, it's a bit early to say this." I'll give you science when you can see this thing. ”

"So, is the murderer in this case really a rift girl?" She frowned and looked at Bu Zhaozhao: "A young girl with a pair of scissors and a mask?

But I haven't heard of the legend of the Rift Girl, who only attacks men. ”

Beside Jiang Wan, Chen Qing's frowning brows soothed, he turned his head, looked at the wooden door beside him, and said, "Backroom."

Different Backrooms will cause the same entity to have different manifest features.

Just like Bu Zhaozhao said, in the backroom where she was born, there are rules that make her only attack men. ”