The mug suddenly flew into the air, and in a way that completely violated gravity, it drew a strange arc in mid-air and smashed it towards Cai Mingjian's head.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the cup hit the back of Cai Mingjian's head.
Poor Cai Mingjian didn't even scream, his eyes were dark and he fell on the sofa.
Su Lan quickly turned around when she heard the movement behind her.
When she saw her husband lying sideways on the sofa and motionless, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she was about to scream in surprise.
However, Su Lan had just uttered half a syllable when she felt a strong force hold her firmly.
"Well-"
Her unspoken scream was caught in a wad of cloth.
At this time, the agent in the movie shouted "ah" and flew over the broken viaduct in the broken sports car.
At the entrance, Jiang Nan'an was holding his mobile phone when he heard Wei Fuyuan on the other end of the phone say to him:
[… around you… with…]
The signal on the opposite side seemed to be quite bad, the sound was intermittent, Jiang Nan'an couldn't help raising the volume: "What?"
[There is-something-]
In the receiver, Wei Fuyuan shouted while running.
At the same time, Su Lan was horrified to discover that the curtains in the living room were like living predators, they rolled themselves up, wrapped them from head to toe, and slid off the floor.
"Mmm! Mmmmm!"
Su Lan was wrapped in curtains, her mouth and nose were covered, she couldn't breathe at all, and she couldn't even make a sound.
She was frightened and terrified, twisting her body desperately, instinctively trying to break free from the shackles of the fabric.
However it didn't work.
The curtains were still getting tighter and tighter, wrapping Su Lan into a silkworm cocoon.
"Wow, woohoo!"
The curtains almost completely covered Su Lan's face.
She only had one eye exposed outside the thick beige cloth. Through her narrow field of vision, Su Lan could only see Cai Mingjian, who was lying on the sofa, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and the man who was shot on the TV screen. local detective.
-Help!
Su Lan's tears fell, and the perspective of the hanging in the air changed as she struggled.
The next second, she saw a face.
On the tangled curtains, the face of a strange woman suddenly appeared!
-Help! Help!
- I don't want to die!
-Who can help me! !
At the entrance, Jiang Nan'an frowned deeply when he heard the hissing electric sound on the phone: "What did you say?"
[—there—east—thing—]
In the murmur of sizzling, Wei Fuyuan anxiously wanted to tell him something.
Jiang Nan'an felt that something was not right.
It's not like a simple bad signal anymore.
"You mean, something?"
Jiang Nan'an tried his best to piece together the meaning of Wei Fuyuan from the messy and broken words.
[Su—there is something—]
[It's not-yes-other-]
Jiang Nan'an suddenly froze.
In a flash, he understood what the other party meant.
Wei Fuyuan wanted to tell him that there was a "thing" beside Su Lan, not that black shadow, but something else!
Comrade Xiao Jiang put down his phone without saying a word, turned his head and ran to the living room.
Immediately, a scene that made his heart almost stop suddenly appeared in front of him.
Su Lan was tightly wrapped in a mass of curtain cloth, unable to move, and could only twist his body weakly and in vain like a poor worm trapped in a spider web.
"Little Lan!"
Jiang Nan'an rushed forward with a single stride, grabbed the curtain that wrapped Su Lan, and pulled with all his strength.
"Thorn-"
The slip of hooks was finally overwhelmed and broke apart one after another.
The curtains rolled down together with the girl and hit Jiang Nan'an, and the two rolled into a ball.
However, before Jiang Nanan turned over and got up, several spotlights above his head suddenly burst together, and countless broken glass seemed to have self-consciousness, and smashed down towards the two people on the ground with their heads covered...
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Sunday, August 8, at 1:15 a.m.
The police car drove off the national highway, turned into a mountain road that could barely accommodate two cars running side by side, drove west for a while, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.
Four cars have been parked in front of the courtyard, and more than 20 police officers have surrounded the small courtyard, making sure that not even a fly will fly out.
As soon as Beiquan, Qingzhu, and Aliu got out of the car, the person in charge of the task force came over.
Qingzhu revealed his identity as a member of "Special Seven" and handed over to the person in charge.
"You guys haven't entered yet, have you?"
He confirmed to the other party.
"No."
The person in charge was a middle-aged man in the latter half of his forties, and he was very polite to Qingzhu.
"Our people are all here."
The middle-aged police officer raised his chin towards the small courtyard, "No one has been in or out in the past twenty minutes, and the house has not been lit."
Qingzhu nodded and turned to ask Beiquan's opinion:
"Are you going in now?"
Beiquan smiled slightly: "You have to go in and have a look."
Originally, according to Beiquan's intention, when the details of the enemy were unknown, it was best for only the three of them to enter, but the police were eager to arrest the suspect and of course asked to go together.
So after the discussion, the task force sent four criminal policemen with excellent professional quality to follow Beiquan with guns. As long as the house is safe, they will arrest the criminal suspect Zhu Hongcai as soon as possible.
Beiquan took out a pair of black gloves from the suitcase.
The gloves were so thin that they were so thin that they could see through. At first glance, they looked like a translucent rubber film. It took a closer look to see the criss-crossing textile texture on them. woven of black silk.
Beiquan put on the gloves, and the meager silk fabric was tightly attached to his hand, as if it was another layer of his skin.
After getting ready, he walked to the front of the small courtyard, reached out and pressed the door lock and pushed it gently.
"Crench."
The locked courtyard door was easily opened by him.
Different from ordinary farmyards, this yard is not small, but there are no poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese, and there is not even a dog to guard the yard.
The courtyard was empty, with a small three-story building in the middle, square and square, with white walls and no fancy designs, like a matchbox, or more like a tombstone.
But now, every window in the small building is tightly closed, and the curtains are drawn, and there is no light on. From the outside, it is impossible to see if there is anyone in the house.
Beiquan looked back at the people behind him.
Qingzhu nodded at him, indicating that he was ready.
So Beiquan opened the front door of the house with ease, just like before.
Qingzhu and Aliu's reactions were very indifferent, but the eyes of the four officers with guns in the back unconsciously widened.
If they hadn't confirmed that the courtyard door was locked just now, they would have thought that the suspect, Zhu Hongzhe, was so big that he didn't even lock the door.
The moment the door opened, everyone's faces sank.
They smelled a strange stench.
If I have to describe it, the smell is a bit like the one that permeates the seafood market in the south. The smell of sea water, salt and fishy fish is mixed, and the smell is cloudy, fishy and moist.
But compared to the pure sea smell, this smell is more of a stench unique to protein corruption, as well as the gloomy rotten wood smell that seems to be emitted by a century-old dilapidated house that lacks repairs.
"This taste..."
A police officer couldn't help but say:
"There isn't a dead person hiding in the house, is there?"
His voice was quiet, but the possibility of "dead people in the house" had the officers on high alert.
They had already thought about whether they would alert the suspect. A policeman touched the light switch by the door, reached out and pressed it.
"what!!"
The moment the light came on, the police officer who touched the light switch covered his hand and let out a scream.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Another police officer immediately supported his companion, looked at the other's hand, and then took a sharp breath.
And the policeman who touched the light switch had wide eyes and stared at his palm in disbelief.
The palm of his hand was covered with fine red dots, each of which was the size of a needle tip. The blood droplets oozing out of the wound were not dark red, but thick and pitch black like concentrated ink.
The police officer was shocked and horrified, and instinctively wanted to use his intact hand to touch the wound on his palm.
"do not move!"
A Liu suddenly stopped drinking.
Because of the issue of "race", her pronunciation is always very soft, and even when she speaks loudly, she can't hear the slightest sense of harshness.
But with such a soft voice, the four burly police officers were shocked and stood on the spot.
"Don't move everyone, don't touch anything!"
Aliu added the order.
In the eyes of Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu, this living room may no longer be called a living room.
It looks more like an extra-large worm cage for raising Gu.
On the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, and on the furniture, there are clusters and clusters of black yin qi, which are also mixed with strands of dark red blood, which are condensed from the souls of people who died with hatred. out of anger.
However, if ordinary people are exposed to this level of yin, they will definitely feel uncomfortable, and they may get seriously ill when they go back.
As a member of the Liu family, Miss A Liu is naturally very proficient in medicine and medicinal herbs.
So she could see at a glance that the injury on the police officer's palm was caused by corpse poison. Although it was not fatal, if it was not handled properly, the amputation would be considered minor.
That is to say, the rich yin qi in the house is not only mixed with resentment, but also the corpse poison produced by corrupted things, combined with the strange stench diffused in the air, the answer is almost ready to come out.
"Wash your hands with this until it dissolves completely."
A Liu took out a snow-white pill from his small bag and handed it to the injured police officer.
Beiquan also opened the suitcase, took out a stack of yellow talismans prepared in advance, and distributed a talisman to everyone for everyone to carry on their bodies.
"All right."
Then Beiquan said to several police officers:
"From now on, try not to touch anything in this house, follow us, and never leave."