The split in the death scene of Chapter 502 of the Deception Agency is deep on the ninth floor of the apartment. Xu Lang has never personally entered. He only stayed on the eleventh floor during the previous investigation, and had no time to continue downward.
The news of Wu Cheng's room was also discovered by Wuming during the daytime.
Xu Lang’s mood in this business is a little bit complicated. He doesn’t know what he can get this time or whether he can achieve his goal. After all, he doesn’t want Wu Cheng to die. Although he always looks down on each other with Wu Cheng, now Seeing that one less person will die, the longer the delay will be.
This simple truth is obvious to Xu Lang.
The same complex, there are also white eyebrows, he walked up with heavy steps, and every step was accompanied by a panic, and he was a little scared.
Just last night he took the initiative to call Wu Cheng to come to him, but until the day, time and space reversed, he did not wait for Wu Cheng, instead, when the day was approaching, Wu Cheng appeared as a "male host". In his room.
Originally, he and Wu Cheng both kept this martyrdom feeling desperate in the end, eager to fight side by side at the end of life, and Wuming can get out of the room in the middle of the night, so they can do the same.
It was with this kind of thought that he made the call to Wu Cheng, trying to get together.
But now these two things are linked together, Wu Cheng, who has never been able to wait, and the witness chosen by the evil spirit after dawn, has some guilt and regret in Bai Mei’s heart. He is afraid that his phone call will make him the only one he can trust. 'S partner is ruined!
Baimei can be said to be the one who has the least social interaction with other people among the existing executives.
Rong Chuan now has at least a dead man, John, to accompany him. Even if John loses his ability to move, he is still familiar with Xu Lang and others, and he can speak at critical times.
But only Baimei. Once Wu Chengzhen is dead, he will be alone. He is weak and has a weak relationship with everyone. He really cannot guarantee whether he can get the help of Xu Lang and others in the next mission. help.
In this situation, Bai Mei's situation is very dangerous, and after Wu Cheng's death, he has a sense of death in his lips and teeth.
And the other of the three, Rong Chuan feels a lot more relaxed. After all, he has personally tested the power of the rattle, and he can actually make the rainy night evil spirits retreat. This feeling is extremely beautiful, and it can resist the objects of the evil spirits. Rong Chuan could not even think about it before.
He increasingly felt that ignoring Song Zhuoming's instructions during his lifetime to forcibly hide the rattle was the wisest choice in his life.
Although this means that he is destined to lose part of his previous principles and bottom line, at least he has become the most promising person among the current executives!
Of course, this was his own thought and was not known to others. The only one who knew about John was now almost the same as the living dead. When John died, no one would know his secret.
For him, the secret in the day-to-day murder case is best to find nature. Even if he can't be found, he believes that he can survive by relying on the ability of the rattle. Rong Chuan has changed from the past and he is now very confident.
This self-confidence was brought to him by the rattle, or from the moment he faced the evil spirits of the rainy night, he had been crazy and superstitious about the ability of the "sin".
This is a good thing...maybe not...
Three thoughtful performers walked into the promenade on the ninth floor within a short period of time. Through the windows at both ends, raindrops hit the glass windows, and the rare light shined through the windows. Someone walked on the floor.
As soon as he walked in, Xu Lang's brows frowned. There were only a series of back and forth footprints in this corridor, and there was only one owner of the footprints, who had previously explored the namelessness of the room.
In other words, after Wu Cheng fell to the ninth floor, he never went out again...
"Does he directly enter 1301 in 2004 at the moment of dawn? Relying on the power of the evil spirit of the day, he split into several parts and became the male host in the executors' room..."
Xu Lang always felt that this was a little weird. He even began to wonder whether the Wu Cheng he had seen was a living person. He was afraid that Wu Cheng would have died as early as dawn!
Because looking at it now, the situation seems a bit beyond his expectations.
If Wu Cheng is a living person and becomes the "male master" after dawn, even if the power of the evil spirit in the day is beyond imagination, he would not dare to imagine how to split a person into several parts. .
And if Wu Cheng died early and became the pawn of the evil spirits of the day, he would still be able to explain...
Baimei looked at the empty corridor in front of him, and the feeling of anxiety in his heart became more and more obvious, and even alarmed Rong Chuan next to him. He raised his eyes to look at the man in the old Chinese tunic suit and whispered: "What's wrong with you? "
Baimei swallowed, hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, without speaking.
Xu Lang ignored the discussion between the two behind, he was still in that kind of confusion, until he walked into the deepest part of the corridor, stood at the door of "920", and stopped...
He looked at the door and the symbols on the wall in front of him, and fell silent, his expression a little ugly.
When Bai Mei and Rong Chuan walked to them, they looked at the scene in front of them in silence, but at the same time there was a sense of confusion and astonishment on their faces.
There is indeed an "O" symbol on the wall of room "920", but a gap is exposed on the door of the room. The door is unlocked, and the darkness of the room inside spreads outward, as if it had been a long time ago. The people inside pushed the door and left, but they weren't back.
Xu Lang stood at the door and took a deep breath. Knowing that things were really going in the worst direction, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open completely.
At the same time as the sound of the door knocking on the wall came, a part of the abnormality appeared in the extremely dim room with the curtains being drawn. The three people present smelled a strong smell and bone-to-the-bone cold.
The hair of Xu Lang at the front end immediately stood up. He felt so familiar, even if he couldn't see what was in the room at all now, but with nine missions experience, plus the intuition of facing life and death several times, he knew this. There is a dead man in the room!
Rong Chuan took a step forward and stood beside Xu Lang, and said something inconceivable: "This..." But before he finished speaking, he looked at Xu Lang.
Xu Lang sighed, "Let's go." Then he entered the room first. After that, Rong Chuan, a complexion appeared on the face of the last white eyebrow, and he walked in after a long time of hesitation.
The light from the flashlight shone into the darkest room, and the smell of death could not be dissipated. It spread along the air into the noses of the three executors, making the strangeness on their faces deeper.
Xu Lang took a flashlight and scanned the room for a long time, and finally froze in one place.
Under the shining of the pure white light, the true face of the corpse was finally revealed. The corpse fell on its back on its back, with blood and dust stuck to half of its face. The eyes of the deadly eyes bulged high, seeming to be talking endlessly. Resentment and unwillingness.
There was a large amount of blood dripping under the body, but it was already dark brown and almost dried up, and the point where the blood gushed out was the neck of the corpse, and he eventually died of cutting his throat.
This dead body is Wu Cheng.
Xu Lang let out a long sigh of relief. The flashlight extended from the position of the corpse. It was a trail of blood stains. The blood stain that was dragged here from outside was located at the feet of the three executors, from the door to the room. The center of the living room.
Obviously something dragged Wu Cheng's body from the outside into the room, but there were no drag marks, blood stains, and footprints in the corridor. There was only one explanation for all of this, and that was the role of evil spirits.
Except for evil spirits, no one can create such a contradictory death scene.
When Xu Lang watched this scene, the sense of violation in his heart became stronger and stronger. He looked at Wu Cheng's body a little strangely. If Wu Cheng hadn't walked out of the room from beginning to end, how could there be drag marks.
So why did he go out...
He looked around and finally turned his gaze on Bai Mei. He could see the regret and pain on Bai Mei's face, "Wu Cheng went out and died, do you know why?"
How exquisite Xu Lang is, he almost knew what had happened between these two people the moment he saw the emotions of Baimei!
Bai Mei wanted to step forward and take a closer look, but after taking a step, he backed away. He was catching up with Xu Lang's questioning again. Seeing Xu Lang and Rong Chuan's questioning eyes, he said with difficulty: "Last night, I I told him that my room is closer, and it’s safer. I want him to rendezvous with me. Since the nameless can go, we must also be able to go. Even if we are to die, we can go on the road together..."
Xu Lang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "What about after?"
"After that, I waited till dawn but couldn't wait for his arrival. The daytime homicide started, and he became the'master' of the tragedy that year..."
"No, it's not right at this time!" Rong Chuan looked at Baimei from the side, then looked at Wu Cheng's corpse, and subconsciously said such a sentence.
"It's really not right. Wu Cheng's death was clearly arranged by the evil spirits of the day, so his death should be at dawn. If you say, Wu Cheng was killed last night!" Xu Lang thought of it. The doubts are even worse. Bai Mei's recounting not only did not dispel the doubts for him, but created a deeper problem.
He walked slowly to the vicinity of Wu Cheng’s corpse, and lightly touched the pale and stiff palms with his hands. The touch was very cold and hard. Then he climbed down and looked at Wu Cheng’s eyes carefully, and then used his fingers again. Wiped blood stains on the ground.
"How about it, can you determine the time of death?" Rong Chuan came up and asked in a low voice.
Xu Lang frowned and couldn't figure out the matter. "He definitely didn't die in a short period of time, but because the time of action mentioned by dawn and Baimei is only one hour away, I am not a professional forensic doctor. This time period. It’s too vague, I can’t tell..."
Although that is said, things are already very difficult to handle.
Wu Cheng's only time to go out was in the dark last night, and from the opening of the door and the narration of Baimei, it can almost be judged that he was killed during this time, which can also explain the traces of drag.
Looking at it this way, the possibility of him dying at night is very high, but what makes Xu Lang most puzzled is that if Wu Cheng dies at night, then how could he become the pawn of the evil spirit in the day...
As for the method of cutting the throat, it was the same as the murder method of the Yuye evil spirit, but in the daytime murder case, the family of four also committed suicide and cut their throats, which made things even more messy.
Which evil spirit killed Wu Cheng? This became a mystery.
But what is certain is that Wu Cheng is really dead, and it will be their turn next...
Xu Lang turned his head to look at the frowning Baimei, patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Tomorrow, the hostess during the day, I'm afraid it will be your turn and Wuming..."
Hearing this, Bai Mei suddenly raised his head, but immediately fell lonely again, his eyebrows trembled a few times, and finally showed a wry smile. The laughter was full of vicissitudes and melancholy.
Xu Lang and Rong Chuan looked at Baimei, feeling a lot of emotion in their hearts, and no one said a word. (End of this chapter)