Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 309 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (25)

Dai Jingsong held the teacup in his hand nervously. This matter does not mean that he, a small bureau chief, can decide. Those who knew the truth back then.

Either dead or disabled.

If it wasn't for his wife's relationship, maybe he has no relationship with this police station.

He didn't want to offend those people at all.

Although Di Chengting is also terrifying, compared to those people, he can still live a good life.

After all, those people are fierce ghosts who kill people without blinking an eye.

Dai Jingsong put the sweaty teacup in his hand on the table lightly, raised his eyes slightly, his shrewd pupils, with a puzzled expression, said seriously, "Master Di Jiu, You think I was just a little policeman back then, how could I know something, so don't embarrass me, okay?"

Di Chengting slightly frowned his brows like Yuandai. The performance of the chief of police just now just shows that this person still knows a lot of beneficial information about this matter.

It's just that he was under some kind of pressure, so he didn't dare to say this matter.

This was originally just to find out about the little girl doll, and checked it out on a whim.

But seeing Dai Jingsong's expression, he found himself paying more attention to this matter.

"Since Director Dai said he didn't know, I won't make things difficult for you, so I will leave."

"Then Dai will send it to you."

Di Chengting nodded slightly, and said in a flat tone, "I won't bother you to send me out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tidied up his military uniform, walked out of the director's office with his back straight and his long legs.

Dai Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was leaving.

Fortunately, the demon didn't force him to ask again, otherwise he really couldn't bear the pressure and would have leaked the matter.

But thinking that the police station still has a lot of influence from those people, maybe the content of his conversation with Di Jiuye has already been known by those people.

The whole person seemed to be slumped on the sofa in a state of collapse, and at this moment his back was completely wet with cold sweat.

Di Chengting, who walked out of the gate of the police station, looked up at the three big characters of the police station before getting in the car, and told Xing Weiwei who was following him all the time, "Adjutant Xing, your main task recently is to help the police station investigate The serial murder case, but the commander wants you to find out what Dai Jingsong is talking about when you come into contact with him, and see what happened to the case ten years ago, and can you complete the task?"

Although the narrow and long pupils behind Xing Weiwei's eyes looked gentle and harmless at the moment, their pupils were filled with bottomless depths. Hearing Di Chengting's arrangement, he straightened his back. He was already extremely handsome and eye-catching.

At this moment, it is even more unbearable to look away.

Hearing Di Chengting's order, he looked extremely serious, and saluted a standard military salute with extremely firm eyes, "I promise to complete the task."

Di Chengting took off the military cap on his head and stepped into the car. After the car drove away from the police station, he lowered his voice and said to the driver: "Let's go, go to Di's old house."

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Zhang Mansion.

Bei'er is currently in the dark basement.

An unknown tune was humming in his mouth.

If you listen carefully, you will feel that this seemingly delicate and soft minor tune is mixed with a hint of horror.

Bei'er, who was wearing a small black foreign dress, had a slightly curved corner of her pretty mouth, and her slightly thin fingertips were pinching a doll's face with clay.

It's just that the expression on this face is a little weird.

It makes people unconsciously terrified after seeing it. If Xing Weiwei was here, he would find that the head of this doll is exactly the same as one of the dozen or so dead.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door of the basement was pushed open from the outside. After Beier heard the sound, he unconsciously exerted a little more force on the doll's hand. The doll's face, which had already been formed, seemed to be stepped on at this moment, making it even more terrifying. .

With a blank face, she threw the mud that was not yet dry in her hand into the bucket beside her, and said in a flat tone: "I don't know if I can come in and disturb me when I am pinching the doll?"

Lin Bo pushed a small cart with exquisite teapots and cute little cakes for refreshment.

When he heard the indifferent words of the eldest lady, the kind and warm smile on his face did not disappear, and he said in a gentle tone: "Miss, Lin Bo is old and forgets that you can't come in when you are a doll, but it is already afternoon It's tea time, if you don't have some snacks and black tea, how can you have the strength to continue."

He didn't seem to see Bei'er's delicate little face like a porcelain doll. At this moment, his face was extremely deep, like the snow lotus on the iceberg, icy cold to the bone.

It also seemed that he didn't smell the smell of blood in the air in this dark and damp basement.

Like an old gentleman, he carefully poured black tea for his eldest lady and arranged delicious pastries.

After doing all this, he looked at her snow-white face with loving eyes, and said in a loving tone: "Miss, please have some tea."

Bei Er pursed her lips helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Aren't you curious, Lin Bo, why I made these dolls?"

When she said this, her obsidian-like pupils swept across the various dolls with weird expressions and movements in the corner of the basement.

Lin Bo followed her eyes to look at that corner, but the expression in his eyes did not change.

"As long as the eldest miss likes it."

"But don't you think their expressions are scary?" Bei'er's plump lips sipped lightly on the teacup, his eyes slightly raised, and there was a bit of teasing when he said this.

Lin Bo's somewhat cloudy eyes flashed lightly, and he put the teapot in his hand on the cart.

I saw him in a tuxedo, his gray hair was meticulously styled, and he walked to the discarded dolls with a solemn expression. No, with his wrinkled rough hands, he gently picked up a doll that was missing an eyeball. He said calmly: "Although the expressions of these dolls are scary, do they have scary hearts?"

Bei'er took a mouthful of the creamy dessert with a silver spoon.

When I heard Lin Bo's words, I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Yes.

Human hearts are much scarier than these dolls.

Watching Bei'er finish his black tea and dessert, Lin Bo pushed the cart and left the basement.

Bei'er continued to pinch the doll with her fingertips seriously, still humming that mellow, mellow and lingering ditty.

Time passed by little by little, and on the long table made of pear blossom wood, doll heads with peaceful expressions gradually appeared one after another.

Under the dim light, Bei'er's pupils were still shining like stars, and there was an expression of incomparable excitement.

A soft voice sounded in the empty basement.

"Ah——it's finally finished, I don't know what kind of work I'm going to make next~"

(End of this chapter)