That night, when the moon was on the top, Jiang Wan's worried gaze became the only one on the street, and she never left Chen Qing's gaze.

Not only out of concern about his body and injury, but also because of the mental pressure of the past two or three days.

Two nights without sleep is enough to destroy most of a person's sanity.

But looking at Jiang Wan's gaze, Chen Qing had half an obsession in his eyes, he was very energetic, and even those eyes flashed with a bright and calculating gaze.

He looked at the address on his phone, looked up again, and in just a few steps, they could walk under the eaves.

He waved his hand, but when he was about to step forward, he was grabbed by Jiang Wan.

"I'll come." She whispered, but her tone didn't seem like a negotiation.

With the strength of her hands, she staggered a distance with Chen Qing's pace, staggered to the ground, and retreated behind Jiang Wan.

"Is that okay?" He hesitated, but before he finished speaking, he was blocked by Jiang Wan as soon as he came out of his throat.

"That's my job, not yours." She looked at her seriously, and did not back down in the slightest: "Whether it is execution or searching, these should be my jobs."

That's what I'm supposed to do. ”

She shook her clothes, and several sharp blades flew out, circling and circling around her waist, carrying out the shelter they were supposed to perform like satellites.

She stepped forward, and with a swing of her wrist, she lifted the edge of her dress, and with a movement of her hand, the muzzle of the gun reflecting the metallic, silver-white moonlight pointed forward.

Her wrist was slightly bent, the insurance that represented death and killing was officially knocked down, and she stepped forward, but the door was unusually quiet.

The door, the door that is old and not in tune with the surroundings.

The door, decorated with iron rings and withered grass, was nailed to the outermost part with wooden planks, but it was unruly locked with burglar locks.

She raised her hand and tapped lightly.

"Knock."

"Knock."

"Knock."

She looked around, and on the side of the door, on the window of the unorthodox ground, planted with dozens, dozens of dried and dying potted plants, she vaguely felt a sense of being watched.

She frowned, but there shouldn't be anyone, she closed her mouth, and with a wipe in her hand, a piece of one-sided glasses was hung behind her ear.

The glasses were heavy and looked at least two centimeters exaggerated.

She wore the bright red glasses, and her expression became solemn in an instant.

There, there are people.

Beneath the latest thermal imaging display, she saw people.

A person whose body temperature is close to room temperature, and a person who still has residual temperature, and there is a large liquid on the glass around him, which has changed the temperature of the surrounding environment.

It's absolutely dead, dead anymore.

Chen Qing saw that her face became cautious, and his heart began to be a little worried, he looked ahead, and his mind began to recall that night.

He remembered it clearly...... After breaking through the rules of the rift girl, he has completely gained the upper hand, and he can already use a knife against her mouth, little by little, little by little.

But then, he remembered that his memories had become hundreds, thousands, of different perspectives, but the same story.

Do you have combat effectiveness, and how much better.

He didn't know anything about it.

He wanted to ask Bu Zhaozhao before making plans, but the other party has been languishing since that night.

He looked at Jiang Wan in front of him and sighed softly.

It's her night, and it's her stage.

Jiang Wan's wrist flipped over, the rifle in her arms became a left-handed single hold, she patted her chest, the front was safe, she looked ahead, her fingertips clicked, the several sharp blades flew away one after another, for a while, only heard the wail of the metal breaking through the dead wood, heard the collision of the machine spring and the dagger, and the door opened.

It drove slowly, as if someone was holding it.

She leaned sideways, muzzle pointed in front of her, and the dagger stepped into the room first, her eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze past the crosshairs, and then focused on the dagger, the silver-white blade of which was the best mirror of the night.

Through the blade, she saw a side that could be called terrifying.

She looked at the dozen or so people in the room, lying on the floor in tatters.

Maybe you can't call it a person, and it would be more appropriate to use a broken piece of the title.

Blood soaked their corpses, and Jiang Wan saw these things through the infrared rays.

"How did they ......" She restrained the curiosity and fear in her heart, and forced her already low voice back.

She closed her eyes with bated breath, and then refocused on her mind for the next second.

She pushed open the door and began to walk inside step by step, the space inside the door was not large, and the decoration of the forty or fifty square meters of room took up nearly half of the space.

The thick and pompous furnishings, the wooden decorations that imitate the British style but are mixed with a few occult icons, look particularly strange at this moment.

The inverted triangles or icons representing the human body and stumps are hung on the walls in such a grand manner, and the naked, bloody pictures are offered at the top.

There are men and women in those photos, but if you look at it, the men are all victims, and most of the women have countless connections with the deceased.

She raised her gun, and the number of daggers around her had reached the maximum, and six military daggers protected her, which also made her feel a lot more at ease in this strange environment.

As she walked further, there was less blood under her feet, and gradually, she came to a staircase.

That staircase is quaint and old-fashioned, leading to an unknown territory.

She turned around and saw that Chen Qing had no intention of following, so she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, so she lifted her steps and stepped on the stairs.

The staircase was old, and with every step there was an overwhelmed wail; The road was so old that she had to slow down, lest she would be overwhelmed when she landed.

She swayed step by step, and with the wailing sound coming from under the stairs, she reached the top.

At the top, in front of the door, she reached out and touched the feedback that resembled pig iron, touching the thick, cold door.

But her hand had only fallen to it, and before she could push it in, there was a sound in the muffled room of the door.

"That's a lot of people...... How is your greed so terrible? ”

It was such an old, mournful, feeble voice.

It was a kind of twilight in the twilight of life, the voice of an old man on the verge of dying.

"She shouldn't have spoken."

This is the voice that will come out of every listener's heart, and she shouldn't speak, as if the force between talking is enough to kill her.

Jiang Wan was stunned, her outstretched fingertips stepped back a little, she no longer pressed against the door, but saw the door retreat inward.

The heavy cast-iron doors were painful to move, and the voices of the institutions were overwhelmed, just as she had seen.

It was a woman who was overwhelmed, with the word misery written all over her body.

She watched the old man sit in the middle of the room in a very disobedient posture with a dark green cane in his hand, with a stool in front of her and a blanket in front of her, but she neither sat on the stool nor used the blanket.

She held the crutches up with her hand, then pressed all the strength of her body and staggered to her feet.

She looked at Jiang Wan and said in an indifferent voice: "There are so many people, isn't it enough?" ”

Jiang Wan frowned, and was about to open her mouth to defend herself, but Chen Qing's voice came from behind her.

"How? You took so many resources from the organization, and you did it like this? ”

She listened to the footsteps behind her, she listened to the creaking sound of the stairs behind her, and then she listened to the footsteps of the people who came, and somehow, she felt that the other party was a little strange.

She looked at the old man's mouth with anger, and watched her bony body shake strongly, and she looked up, and there was a burning hatred in her dim eyes.

"You ...... What the hell is going to be. ”

"It's not what we're going to do...... It's about how you want to be. ”

She listened to the words behind her, Chen Qing's voice walked from behind her ears to the front of her, she looked at the figure, the back was unfamiliar, but the clothes and posture could match.

She was only stunned for a moment, then restrained the anger in her eyes and pointed the gun at the old man in front of her.

"I said it! I said it, I said it! ”

The old man's voice trembled, and her lips trembled as if they had not stopped: "There are so many babies born on February 17th!" What else do you want from us?

Eleventh one! This city is the eleventh!

What the hell do you want to do!

No one anymore! It's all gone! I'm done killing you! What the hell are you going to come back for? ”

When her words fell, Jiang Wan and Chen Qing's hearts were beating for a while.

Eleven? What eleven.

She gritted her teeth, and her loose teeth fell out one by one under the weight, and blood and flesh foam fell out of her mouth, the pair of mouths that could not be closed; She gritted her teeth, and slurred words spat out from this bloody hole: "Mingming...... I'm about to get paid to you......

Obviously, you said that there were only three sacrifices left......

Clearly...... You haven't fulfilled my request until now......"

She murmured, but at this moment, a whistling broke the strange peace between the three of them, and the sound of breaking wind mixed with incomparable castration swept by, and that cold light dotted the dark room, making the silver flowers bloom.

Immediately afterwards, the two thin blades broke through the air, and between the roars, they saw a flash of fire, and the flames emitted by the collision between the tip of the knife and the sharp blade were as bright as a galaxy, and countless sparks were sprinkled on the ground, and through those sparks, the two of them saw the person clearly.

It's a person, or it's not a person; She held her hands down, and the weapon she had just blocked the two blades was hanging from her hand.

That face was already full of corruption, and after being soaked white by some kind of antiseptic, only a little bit of the face before death could be seen, the body that excited every forensic doctor, those that violated the laws of action that violated biology, at this moment, in the eyes of Chen Qing and Jiang Wan, it was not as impactful as that face.

It was a familiar face, a face that had been seen before, on the wall, on the fly-covered wall, on the wall of the villa full of strange things.

On the wall that I once thought was a girl, I saw her face.

"You ...... You're not. ”

While they were in their trance, the old woman's whispering words brought back their consciousness.