Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

A few minutes after the SUV drove away, a man wearing a hoodie and carrying a red plastic bag slowly walked into the community, his steps heavy and messy.

Wu Lin took a look at the black potted plant on the windowsill. When he was about to go into the house, he heard the elevator door open. It was his neighbor next door.

The other person was obviously a little surprised to see him. He dodged his gaze a few times and rushed into the room.

This building has two households per floor. When Wu Lin returned here after many years, his neighbors had already been replaced by people he did not recognize.

Wu Lin's mind was very confused at the moment, and he didn't care that his neighbor came home late at night wrapped up tightly, so he pushed the door open.

The room was very deserted. The furniture and decorations were obviously old and had not been used for a long time. The new owner just walked straight through and entered the study room at the back.

To be precise, it is a secret storage room with three layers of combination locks.

Store Wu Lin's secrets that no one else will know.

Turning on the desk lamp, I saw that the walls of the room were covered with all kinds of strange specimens, including brightly colored butterflies and spiders, as well as colorful poisonous snakes hovering and spitting out fangs.

In the middle are cast specimens of internal organs immersed in transparent jars. They are of different colors and become extremely beautiful under the cold light.

At least in Wu Lin's eyes, she is more beautiful than someone wrapped in skin.

However, there seems to be an exception recently.

Wu Lin carefully stroked his left wrist, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and tore off the fake skin used to cover the ugly scar. He was about to throw it away in disgust, but then he remembered Jin Chen's actions at the police station and hesitated for a moment.

I don’t know if the powerful captain noticed that he was touching fake leather through the clothes.

Wu Lin sat at the table, looking at the densely written diary. He narrowed his eyes, which were deeper than the night. Finally, he raised his hand and typed a line of words.

"It has been half a month since I returned to City X. I have rejoined the police station where you worked. But the chief obviously knows my intentions. He has tried to get close to me many times but failed. He even put me in the serious crime squad, which is known for its eagle eyes and courage. It has become even more difficult to find evidence in the files."

"The good news is..."

Wu Lin twitched the corners of his mouth neurotically again, his cold white fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"That captain seems to be interested in me. Perhaps I can start with him and get the sealed files from that year."

Afterwards, Wu Lin skillfully entered the suicide mutual aid website that Wei Yan had investigated, and compared the screen recording with the latest playback page.

When the flashing points of light appeared, Wu Lin once again felt the painful shudder of mind control, and even his soul was clamoring to escape from his body.

After the thoughts in my mind became extremely confused, only one thought emerged.

Only by destroying this body can the tortured soul be freed.

He took out the scalpel from the drawer with trembling hands, and stumbled, leaving red marks on his cold, white, thin arm, which were eye-catching.

The blade pressed against the fragile skin, revealing blue blood vessels, and a bloody wound burst open.

The momentary pain brought Wu Lin back to consciousness. After all, he had been crazy for so many years, but he was still able to escape from his control.

Bai Tian's guess was correct. Every flashing symbol hidden on the welcome page of this suicide support website was a means of controlling depressed and mentally ill patients.

Even people who are not so seriously ill will gradually become more addicted to this painful yet secretly pleasurable self-abuse after browsing for a long time.

This should be considered a clue in the case, but Wu Lin had a headache when dealing with the blood on his wrist. If he told Jinchen, how should he explain how he knew it.

Why did I think of this person again?

Feeling extremely annoyed, Wu Lin grabbed a snake from the cage with a cold face, put on gloves and held down the snake's lively body. The moment the tip of the knife stabbed down, a noise came from next door.

It was very light when it reached this room, but Wu Lin's senses have always been stronger than others.

Like the sound of a door closing.

Wu Lin subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall.

Half past ten in the evening.

According to his observations during this period, this was the first time that the taciturn neighbor made a noise today.

At this moment, the computer URL automatically refreshed and Wu Lin glanced over casually.

Drunkard's post.

Wu Lin put down the scalpel, walked quickly to the computer and clicked on the post.

Drunkard: Having killed that body with his faith, it is my turn now.

Within a few seconds, a red skull like appeared on the post.

Wu Lin stared at the picture of the drunkard and his expression suddenly changed.

Red plastic bag...

Jingle Bell--

The ringing of the cell phone broke the silence in the room.

"Wu Lin, you should go back to the police station now. Something might have happened." Jin Chen spoke very quickly, and the movement was like he was getting out of bed and getting dressed quickly. "Wei Yan kept an eye on the post. The drunkard posted it..."

"I know." Wu Lin interrupted Jin Chen and slowly raised his eyes to look in the direction of the neighbor next door. He was very calm and said, "You can just come to my house. The drunkard is next door to me."

He finally remembered why he felt the photo taken by counselor Zhou Ming was familiar.

"What?!" Jinchen's reaction was even louder than before, "Don't run around! Don't go out and look out of curiosity! Wait until I come over, you hear me."

The noise of running in the receiver was a bit loud. Wu Lin moved the phone further away, stared at the bloody scalpel on the table, and said in a softer voice, "Got it."

To be honest, with this level of evilness, Jinchen really didn't believe that Wu Lin would be obedient, so he could only rush to his house.

Wu Lin hung up the phone, treated the wound first, and put the fake skin back on.

As I walked towards the living room, I was still wondering what time I had just returned.

Well...it should be less than ten o'clock, about half an hour away.

Wu Lin walked to the door and suddenly remembered something. He looked at the visual surveillance at the door again and found that it was destroyed as expected.

"Tsk."

What's wrong with you? Just commit suicide. It's not a good habit to break other people's surveillance.

But smart people will of course back up monitoring data in real time.

Wu Lin unplugged the power supply, slowly copied the data, and then opened the door.

The corridor was very quiet, but the smell of blood was strong. The deep red door looked like the entrance to hell. No one knew what kind of horrifying scene was inside.

If we go in like this, we'll probably be dragged out by a captain and accused of destroying the scene.

Out of politeness, Wu Lin raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the sensor light in the corridor lit up.

There were footsteps inside.

It seems that the next victim who helped the alcoholic commit suicide is still inside and was unable to leave in time.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door. Just when Wu Lin was wondering whether the victim was planning to kill him to silence him, the movement behind the door suddenly disappeared!

Wu Lin frowned in confusion and glanced at the peephole above the door to make sure that it couldn't be seen from the distance he was standing at.

Ding--

Right behind Wu Lin, the elevator door opened.