Follow the person in charge and arrive at the destination.
This is a very luxurious KTV, you can tell just by looking at it, it is not friendly to ordinary people like me.
It's just that at this time KTV has been surrounded by a yellow cordon, and policemen with live ammunition are everywhere.
After some communication with the person in charge, he led An Tuo and me directly into the KTV.
Just like the outside, the inside was full of police officers, a man who looked like a manager was being questioned while wiping his sweat.
After the person in charge glanced at us, he asked in a low voice, "You two, shall we go to the scene first, or?"
Old Daoist An Tuo and I looked at each other, and then I said, "Let's go to the scene first."
"Okay, okay." The person in charge hurriedly asked a policeman to lead us the way.
The scene of the incident was the innermost presidential suite of KTV. In the 200-square-meter presidential suite, blood was everywhere.
Numerous corpses were lying in scantily clad clothes.
Just one look made me frown.
It's very strange here, so many people died, but I didn't feel the existence of a trace of Yin Qi, let alone ghosts.
Moreover, the death patterns of these people were very strange. Their necks seemed to be stretched by a huge force, so that their heads moved in the end.
I glanced around and asked strangely, "Where are the heads of these people?"
A policeman took one look at me and then handed the person in charge a document. The person in charge only looked at it a little before his face changed drastically.
"Mr. Wu, their heads, their heads flew away."
I froze for a moment: "Fly away? What do you mean?"
The person in charge opened his mouth, as if he didn't know how to explain it, he just snatched a tablet from a policeman next to him, operated it for a while, and put it in front of me.
An Tuo, an old man, also stretched out his head, and after only one glance, he quickly shrank back and recited the meditation mantra.
I was also a little embarrassed, and said to the person in charge: "This, these, the police also look at this?"
The person in charge was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "You two, stop joking, this is the monitoring of this private room."
I hastily looked at it carefully, and on the screen, a group of men and women were having fun, and it was time to code.
About 30 seconds later, a man who obviously drank too much slammed the microphone on the ground, and then started hitting himself on the head with a wine bottle as if he was crazy.
This scene obviously stunned the others, and hurried forward to stop him, but the man yelled something, but he couldn't hear clearly amidst the loud music and exclamation.
Then I saw the man slowly fell to the ground, everyone was frightened, but after a few seconds, the man stood up slowly like a machine.
I also saw a man and a woman stepping forward to help.
The man looked very painful, his throat squirmed, and his mouth suddenly grew.
A cloud of white mist sprayed out from the man's mouth, like dandelion seeds, floating in the air, flying higher from time to time because of the breeze brought by people walking by.
The matter seemed to be over like this, and the man who fell on the ground returned to normal.
The subsequent video returned to the normal state of drinking and singing, but without the madness just now.
At this time, the person in charge stepped forward and fast forwarded the screen by 10 minutes.
It can be seen from the picture that the people who are drinking and singing seem to be in some kind of unbearable pain.
Some people slapped their heads non-stop, some covered their necks vigorously, and some even hit their heads against the wall.
The scene behind is a bit scary, those people seem to be grabbed by an invisible force, and they are desperately lifted up.
The neck was getting longer and longer, the skin, muscles, and bones were broken one by one, but the head seemed to be released, showing a smile.
More and more heads were detached from their bodies, flying in the air strangely, but the smiles on their faces became more and more obvious.
It wasn't until one of the heads smashed through the window on one side and flew out that the other heads followed quickly. In a short while, all the heads flew out of the broken window.
Only corpses were left all over the floor. At this moment, some corpses were still twitching.
I returned the tablet to the person in charge, looked at old Taoist An Tuo and asked, "Has the Taoist priest seen this?"
Old Daoist An Tuo slowly shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "It's unbelievable."
But the person in charge continued: "According to our understanding, this is called Flying Head Man, and it is one of the main abilities of the Southern Head Lowering Division."
"Flying head man?" I repeated, and then asked, "Any more news?"
The person in charge handed me a piece of paper: "Everything we know is here."
I took it over and saw that there were only a few short sentences on the paper. Vaguely introduced the origin of Feitouman.
Flying headman is a unique product of the descending head teacher. According to legend, a wanderer far away in a foreign land, in order to see his family again before he died, used a plant seed called flying head to let his head leave his body. shackles, and returned to his hometown.
The seeds of Fei Toutuo can only survive for seven days. During the seven days, the seeds of Fei Toutuo will automatically return to the mother plant with their heads, and turn the heads they carry into nutrients and provide them to Fei Toutuo.
In the world of head-down masters, this is considered a reincarnation. Only head-down masters can plant mother plants.
I put down the thin paper and asked: "These heads will be brought to the mother plant in seven days. Is there a way to know the whereabouts of the flying headman?"
The person in charge gave a wry smile, operated the tablet again, and handed it over after a while.
On the tablet, an aerial image appeared. Judging from the location, it should be an active volcano, but these are not the point.
The point is that on a platform below the crater, there is a huge Jingguan composed of human heads.
The person in charge explained on the side: "This should be where the mother plant of Fei Toutuo is, but the head-down masters are full of traps in it, and we have sacrificed a lot of soldiers."
After a pause, the person in charge said: "And the volcano is very active. Once it is stimulated..., we cannot afford the consequences of the eruption. Moreover, we believe that this is not the only mother plant."
I nodded, and there was a surge of anger in my heart: "So you plan to kill all the subduing masters first, and then think of a solution?"
"Yes, this also prevents the head-down master from tampering with us when we deal with the mother plant. We even suspect that the head-down master is deliberately guiding us to deal with the mother plant of Feitoutuo."
"Wuliang Tianzun." Although An Tuo called the Taoist name, his eyes flashed fiercely: "So, Ghost King, we will split up?"
"Okay." I understand that An Tuo, like me, has been irritated.
I looked at the person in charge and said, "Where is the list of those suspected targets? Send a skilled person to lead me the way."
The person in charge didn't expect us to act swiftly and resolutely, so he was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Those are just suspicions and haven't been confirmed yet."
I sneered twice and said: "Don't worry, they won't catch them without a fight. If they make a mistake, they will put their heads on Jingguan. Anyway, there are flying-headed barbarians everywhere now, and we have nothing to do."
The person in charge opened his mouth wide and looked at me.
It's not that I killed indiscriminately, but the current situation is urgent. The most important thing is that the suspects are all Nanyang people, not my race.