I studied beheading in a mental institution

The night is getting darker.

The yellow sun in the sky gradually dimmed, and lights bloomed from the city. Among the high-rise residential buildings, the faint aroma of food echoed in the air.

Wearing a dark red cloak, Lin Qiye sat on the roof of a residential building with two black boxes beside him. The breeze brushed his temples. He looked at the lights of Wanjia in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

This time, he brought out both black boxes, not only because it was a collective action, but also because if he used summoning magic in front of everyone, he would inevitably encounter some questions afterwards. It's better to take a little effort and bring them out.

"Everyone, report the situation." Chen Muye's voice came from the headset.

Wu Xiangnan: "Surveillance point No. 1 is normal."

Hongying: "There is no abnormality at monitoring point 2."

After Hongying finished speaking, Lin Qiye lightly turned on the headset with his fingers, and said calmly: "There is no abnormality at monitoring point 3."

Immediately afterwards, there were reports from Wen Qimo, Si Xiaonan, and Leng Xuan.

Lin Qiye looked down at the Rolex in his hand. It was already 8:45 in the evening, and it had been almost two hours since they squatted here in advance. Apart from the residents in and out of the community, there was nothing else going on in these two hours. occur.

There are still about seven hours before the ceremony begins.

That mysterious...what method will it use to complete this last sacrifice?

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the night was getting darker, and the surrounding lights dimmed one after another. Except for a few street lights on the road in the community, the surrounding area was already plunged into darkness.

Lin Qiye looked down at the time again.

12:58pm.

Four hours have passed, and there is still no abnormality.

At one o'clock in the morning, after several people reported the situation again, they fell into silence again.

Suddenly, Wen Qimo's cell phone vibrated slightly. He saw the number on the cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and connected the call.

"Xiao Hei, what happened?"

"..."

"What?" Wen Qimo's voice paused, and then continued, "I see."

"..."

Wen Qimo hung up the phone and turned on the headset.

"Captain, something is wrong."

Chen Muye's voice immediately sounded from the headset, "What's wrong?"

"Do you still remember the tavern where the fourth deceased worked? Just now Xiao Hei called me, saying that the owner of the tavern hastily booked the latest ticket to leave Cangnan and went to the airport."

"He's leaving Cangnan?"

"Yes, and he looked very flustered. Xiao Hei called him as a policeman. The boss's state was a bit incoherent, but it probably meant that he had been in a very bad state of mind in the past few days since Sun Xiao's death. Well, I can always see ghosts appearing around him, as if bewitched.

He felt that someone died in his shop and something unclean was stained, so he made up his mind to stay away from this place, go out for a while, and then come back and sell the shop. "

According to the rules of the night watchman, all cases related to "mystery" are not allowed to leave the scope of the city until they are completely resolved. among the main characters.

Therefore, it was against the rules of the night watchman that he wanted to flee Cangnan overnight by plane.

Chen Muye frowned, and said in a deep voice, "A ghost appeared near him?"

"He said so."

Indeed, according to the information they have, this ritual can only be used for the "mysterious" promotion of the evil spirits, that is to say, the mystery that did all this is probably also an evil ghost.

Could it be that after the evil ghost killed Sun Xiao, he didn't leave, but instead possessed himself on the boss's body to hide the truth?

But they had directly interrogated the boss before, and they didn't find anything wrong with him.

"He can't leave Cangnan." Chen Muye hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Let Xiao Hei and the others stop him... No, Qi Mo, you go there yourself, if there is a 'mysterious' person near him Breath, report to us immediately."

"it is good!"

Wen Qimo immediately left the place he was monitoring and headed towards the airport.

And the scope of surveillance that originally belonged to Wen Qimo was also temporarily included in the scope of Lin Qiye. Fortunately, this was not difficult for him.

Although the problem with the tavern owner is suspected to be related to the ghost, the real highlight tonight is still in this community. It doesn't matter if Wen Qimo leaves now, but if there are fewer people, the rest of the people will have a hard time .

They have to work hard to monitor everything here.

……

On the quiet and deserted street, a figure in a black windbreaker walked slowly forward. After passing through several shops that had already closed and turned off the lights, he stopped at the entrance of a tavern blocked by a yellow cordon.

A few mice rustled across the street and disappeared.

An Qingyu took off the hood on his head. He raised his head and looked at the signboard of the tavern. The mirror reflected pale moonlight.

He ignored the warning line in front of him and stepped into it.

Tonight, the night watchman's attention was on other places. The people who were originally used to monitor this place had left, and he was the only one left on this empty street.

He walked through the gate of the tavern, walked slowly by each wine table, carefully observed every corner here, and there was a faint gray light in his eyes.

He is analyzing.

He has watched the video and recorded all the details in the video. Now, he is comparing all the details with the tavern where there is no one in front of him.

The angle at which each table is tilted, the position of each cup, each position, who is sitting that night...

Soon, he walked to the bar of the tavern, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The angle of this bar is tilted a little bit. Where the video recorder was originally placed, there is a number plate and a photo next to it, indicating the shooting angle of the camera.

An Qingyu walked past the bar and walked straight to the backyard.

He walked up to the white wall that was still stained with blood. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a stool from the tavern and moved it into the courtyard. He stepped on the stool with his back against the wall and stuck it against the wall.

His figure perfectly matched the figure of the victim drawn in chalk.

Then he took a sharp scalpel from his pocket... and cut off five fingers from one of his hands.

Blood dripping.

There was no trace of pain on his face, only absolute calmness and indifference. He carefully watched the dripping blood, and after a while, shook his head.

Still not working... Where is the problem?

In an instant, he launched super-speed regeneration, and the bleeding of his severed fingers stopped instantly, and they grew at an astonishing speed.

He was about to get off the stool when he caught a glimpse of his rapidly growing fingers out of the corner of his eye, and his whole body was shocked!

In his mind, the video appeared...

His eyes lit up instantly!

"So that's it... I see."