Wen Shenmin's eyes were wide open. There were no additional injuries on his body, only the palms, insteps, and throat, which were completely nailed by five spikes.
The blood looked like it had been bleeding for some time. Some places have dried up and scabbed.
Wen Shenmin's whole body twitched, and breath kept flowing out of his throat.
In fact, he was already dead, and this was just the last muscle and nerve reflex of the body's functions.
Yang Songyu's body trembled. She was terrified and wanted to escape from this ghostly place, but she was very clear that the space here was isolated from the outside world, and she couldn't really leave without cracking it.
"teacher... "
She held back her fear and stepped forward to touch Wen Shenmin lightly.
But there was no accident, the throat was pinned, and the blood flowed so much, as long as it was a normal person, it would have to die.
"Has anyone come in again?"
Suddenly, a clear and tired woman's voice sounded behind Yang Songyu.
"Who!!?" Yang Songyu turned around abruptly. Now she is simply a frightened bird, and her nerves will rebound violently at the slightest sign of trouble.
A well-dressed woman with short hair and a white bandage on her hand was standing a few meters behind her.
This woman has neat short brown hair, wearing a white shirt and black jacket, and tight light white high-waisted jeans, highlighting her slender legs. On both sides of the calf are two kitchen knives similar to kitchen utensils.
"Don't be nervous, I'm a survivor here just like you." The woman smiled wryly, stretched out her hand and pressed down, trying to make Yang Songyu calm down a little.
Yang Songyu stared at her.
Slowly put down the hand wrapped in silver metal.
Suddenly she lowered her head abruptly, panting heavily. Sweat trickled down her temples and chin, dripping to the ground.
"This is the third floor. After one person dies, there should be no accidents in a short period of time. It is considered safe."
The woman's tone was full of exhaustion and helplessness.
She walked slowly to Yang Songyu's side, and sat down on the ground, ignoring Wen Shenmin's body lying on the bed.
"Is he a proto-envoy?"
"Um... ."
Yang Songyu nodded slightly. At this time, the pupils of her eyes were constricted, and her whole body was in a tense state.
Even if this woman is acting harmless and seems to be a survivor like herself, she will never take it lightly.
"My name is Enna. I've been here for quite a while." The woman didn't look ugly, and her appearance could be rated as sixty among ordinary people, but the blood stains on her face at this moment made her extremely embarrassed, like a refugee.
"We have only been in for less than two hours..." Yang Songyu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Teacher Wen died, so Enzuo might be in danger too. In this desperate situation, he didn't even know what he was facing.
And I was just an ordinary future student who hadn't graduated yet.
"Not bad."
Enna tried to smile.
"As long as you don't violate its orders and arrangements, it's still very easy to survive here."
Her smile is forced, like someone who has been frightened for a long time, trying to comfort others and twitching the corners of her mouth.
"It? Who is it? Are we safe now?"
Yang Songyu couldn't help asking in a low voice.
"It's safe time now, don't worry." Enna confirmed her guess.
"As for it... After you can go out, let's make an appointment to talk carefully."
"After going out? What do you mean?"
Yang Songyu was slightly taken aback.
"Literally."
Enna took two kitchen knives from her lap and threw them on the ground.
"This thing is no longer needed, this time it should be because of your accident, the safety time has started earlier.
I'm leaving soon, please pay attention. My phone number is 24461562. If it is a foreign area, remember to add 0 in front. "
"Wait, you..." Before Yang Songyu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned.
Everything in front of her is like mixing and mixing countless colors and seasonings.
The countless color lines and patterns made her dizzy, and she couldn't help closing her eyes soon.
"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu??"
Someone seemed to be pushing her.
Yang Songyu suddenly opened his eyes.
She was standing in front of the gate of Yongxing Energy Bureau.
Wen Shenmin and En Zuo were right in front of her, and they both looked at her with strange expressions.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Xiaoyu."
Wen Shenmin asked in a low voice.
Yang Songyu came back to his senses suddenly, and looked at Wen Shenmin with wide eyes.
He... isn't he dead? !
And Enzo!
She looked at the timid boy suddenly, her gaze was so scorching that the boy trembled in fright.
"Miss Xiaoyu...you...what are you looking at me for?"
Enzo shrank his body, feeling a little hairy.
"It's nothing... just as long as it's nothing." Yang Songyu was silent for a while, then suddenly said something inexplicably.
"Are you okay? Xiaoyu." Wen Shenmin frowned and asked again.
"It's all right." Yang Songyu forced a smile.
But everything she experienced just now seemed to be vivid, and it was so real that it was beyond her imagination.
She can even clearly remember the phone number given to her by the woman named Enna.
That number seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he would never forget it.
"It's fine. After we patrolled the suspicious place last night, you have been absent-minded. Didn't you have a good rest? If it may affect your work tasks, you have to bring it up in advance."
Wen Shenmin exhorted.
It seemed that he was the original Wen Shenmin, not someone else pretending to be him.
Whether it's his tone, attitude, or some small details and small movements on his body. All show that he is himself.
Similarly, Enzo on one side is the same, completely himself.
Yang Songyu asked him a few things that happened in the past, and he answered fluently.
This made her slightly relieved.
After entering the Bureau of Energy and Energy, except for the original envoys and assistants, the rest are logistics and intelligence personnel.
And the funds allocated every year are about the same as that of the police station.
The benefits are good, the job is easy, and the social status is high. This kind of job is a good place for almost everyone to sharpen their heads.
Soon, after Yang Songyu and Wen Shenmin separated, they sat directly on their seats, absently looking through some intelligence documents on the table.
Looking at the landline phone on the table, the white and yellowish landline keyboard, the numbers on it are extremely clear.
Suddenly, the string of numbers that he remembered before appeared in Yang Songyu's mind.
Oddly enough, she reached for the microphone and hesitated for a while.
His fingers still lightly pressed the string of phone numbers in his memory.
Its daybreak.
Lin Xin stood in front of the supermarket gate, looking inexplicably at the note in his hand.
Just now he was happily destroying the load-bearing wall of that weird supermarket.
In the next second, he was directly in the daytime, at the gate of the supermarket.
There was a lot of people around, and there was a lot of people going in and out of the supermarket.
The hot, dazzling sun shone down from overhead. From night to day, there is no violation.
"Is this... expelling me?"
He was in a bad mood.
He originally planned to smash and destroy all the way up, and he might be able to discover some anomalies and truths when he reached the third floor.
But now, the other party sent him out directly. It will not be so easy to catch clues next time.
"However... there are still ready-made clues."
Lin Xin raised his head and glanced at the name of the big supermarket in front of him.
'Red Homes'
This is the name of the supermarket.
Lin Xin carefully observed the entire supermarket gate.
Walk around the three-story old building.
At the back of the building, there is a guard room in a residential area to the side. Soon he found a place where he might have a clue.
In the doorman's room, a wrinkled, bald old man in a security uniform was carefully tuning the channel with the radio in his hand.
The radio seems to have a volume problem.
From time to time, he would close his ears and listen carefully.
Lin Xin glanced at the yellow marks on the old man's fingers, then turned around and went to a nearby shop to buy a pack of plum blossom cigarettes.
Go straight to the door of the guard room and knock gently on the door.
"What's the matter? The younger generation?"
The old man was still hearing very well, and turned to look at Lin Xin.
"Master, please ask me something. It's about this red home supermarket."
Lin Xin gently pushed the plum blossom cigarettes he bought onto the table next to the uncle.
The old man glanced at the cigarette, and his expression calmed down slightly patiently.
"What's the matter, you can ask, I, Lao Jiang, have been guarding here for forty years, and I know everything around me.
Inquire about the news, you have found the right person! "
Lin Xin showed a harmless smile.
"It's such an uncle. I want to ask, has any major incident happened in this red home supermarket before?"
"event?"
"Well, like homicides, accidents, and other major events." Lin Xin narrowed down the scope.
"Oh, this. Many people have asked me about this before." The old man slammed his mouth, "This red home was repaired by a foreign boss. At first, the business was very good, but then something happened. The boss couldn't help it, and the business couldn't continue, so he resold it to other people.
The boss who took over redecorated the place to make it look like this, and the business gradually improved. "
"An accident? What's the matter?"
Lin Xin asked a question.
"It's a human life lawsuit."
The old man lazily said.
"Can you tell me what the lawsuit is?" Lin Xin keenly sensed that there was something going on here.
The old man glanced at him.
"I heard that a child died in it, but I don't know the specific reason, and many people came.
The police, white uniforms, black uniforms, bits and pieces, and a lot of media, but it is strange that there is so much media, but no news is broadcast. "
"Is that so?" Lin Xin changed his angle a few more times and asked the old man if there were any other important matters.
The old man replied in the affirmative that this was the only thing that counted as a major matter of human life.
This made Lin Xin very puzzled.
If it was just the ghost of an ordinary child after death, it would be impossible to have such a great power to separate a time and space to isolate everything.
What's more, sending a powerful existence like him in and out in an instant.
You must know that the greater the mass and the higher the energy level of transmitting something, the greater the consumption required.
It's like a conveyor belt. It's easy to put a kilogram of things on it.
Putting a hundred tons of things on it, I am afraid that the conveyor belt will be crushed and crushed.
And the gap between Lin Xin and ordinary people is even more frighteningly huge than a catty and a hundred tons.
That's why Lin Xin was curious and interested in how the other party teleported him out. (.