My Sister is Fuji

"They are all crazy, saying that the knife on the neck is a fatal wound...but." The other end of the phone hesitated, roughly repeating what the group of lunatics said: "How should I put it, it's like killing a pig. On the chopping board, the corpse was dismembered with a knife. But there is no equipment that can do those wounds. It is so accurate that it can be measured with a ruler, and it is not as symmetrical as a slight deviation."

"They even think that after cutting, they can even be glued together for a short time to complete the instructions given by the brain."

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone began to tremble: "I found that when they saw this corpse, their eyes began to change, becoming more and more abnormal. I even saw the illusion of their eyes rolling around just now. It's like Turn it down from the top... Ever since the corpse with white eyes that day, they have become abnormal. They also said that the skin was peeled from the back, and they muttered about whether people can really peel off the skin completely, Just like peeling an egg, if you are careful, you will not destroy the surface layer of the protein at all."

"Haha... Maybe it's my delusion, they probably wouldn't do that kind of thing." On the other end of the phone, he deliberately forced a smile, as if trying to dilute the fear in his heart.

As everyone knows, this kind of behavior is like an eraser, no matter how hard you try to wipe the paper covered with pencil black, it will not be wiped clean.The biggest result is just to scratch the paper.

"Isn't it artificial?" Lin Hao muttered to himself, looking at the place where He Jin's body was found on the stairs, he recalled the strange events he had experienced.

The other end of the phone laughed a few times, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Lin Hao, you should have heard the rumors about Fu Jiang."

"Fu Jiang!" Lin Hao got up from the railing, his gaze became sharp.

Of course he knew about Fu Jiang's rumors.The chief of the police station cut up his wife's body, murmuring Fu Jiang's name in his mouth.

This is not a rumor, but something that actually happened.

Some people said that the director couldn't stand his wife's beating and scolding, so he killed her.

But Lin Hao knew the director, he loved his wife very much, and her wife loved him very much.Someone once laughed at him, saying that he was afraid of his wife and that his wife was strict, but he laughed it off, and even joked: "Men who beat and scold their wives are all useless wretches who have been irritated outside, like me. This kind of man who is used to being arrogant on the outside and is angry with his wife at home is a man of ability."

Everyone laughed and said, "You can do it."

Later, when Lin Hao heard the news that the chief had killed his wife, his first reaction was that it was fake.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow. Looking at the crazy director, he couldn't help muttering "Fu Jiang! It's all Fu Jiang's fault!", he fell silent.The body of the so-called second woman was not found at the scene.

It's possible he's really crazy - that's the only way to explain it.

Later, some people said that they had reached a conclusion on this matter.They were absent-minded when they saw the director general working, and occasionally heard him muttering Fu Jiang's name with a crazy expression on his face.

But it shouldn't, it shouldn't!

There must be something weird about something inhuman behind it!

Lin Hao is so sure that Fu Jiang is definitely not an illusion that only exists in the director's mind.

Lin Hao's throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse: "Is there any connection between the two?"

"Qiuming drew a picture. In that picture, Fu Jiang was painted."

"In Qiuming's house, I didn't see a painting, as if Qiuming had disposed of it in advance. In addition... I found Qiuming's mother's body in Qiuming's room. It was so weird. She seemed to push herself against the wall, viciously. I fell twice. Qiuming’s father is out of town, and I have already notified him.”

The other end of the phone swallowed, and continued: "There is a video at the traffic bureau. Do you remember the car accident at the intersection? Two people died, three were seriously injured, and one is still in a coma. The instigator was that Qiuming. It looks like a painting. It's a pity that there is no surveillance in front of the intersection, so I don't know where he went... I heard that He Jin became like that after he came into contact with Qiuming."

Listening to what the person on the other end of the phone said, Lin Hao slowly broke out in cold sweat, and stiffly took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth without lighting it.

He thought of a word, not the hazy word "curse", but "plague".

There was an air of inhumanity in this incident.

Lin Hao had been lucky enough to experience many inhuman things. He was not afraid of evil spirits and ghosts at all. He thought this was the lowest and most boring fear.

His powerlessness in the face of these inhuman things was like standing on a cliff and looking down.The pitch-black abyss, how deep and far I don't know, makes people feel how small they are, like a drop in the ocean, with the word "despair" written all over it.

Maybe it's aliens, an incomprehensible civilization.

Or some kind of cold and advanced machinery left over from ancient times.

Or maybe some sort of cult deity.

Lin Hao's police uniform was soaked in cold sweat, and he knew that it was impossible for him to guess the truth.It’s like, when a person presses a finger in front of an ant, the ant only sees the flesh-colored cylinder and the circles of lines on it, and listens to the casual murmur of the person. , to imagine the whole picture with what the eyes see.

Lin Hao took a deep breath, maybe he was thinking too much.Having experienced too much, I always forcibly associate two things of different nature together.

You may need to see a psychiatrist.

Lin Hao laughed at himself, wondering whether others had experienced what he had experienced.

What happened in this place, did it happen in other places.

Is the state aware of this inhuman event?

Maybe someone has formed a special team to deal with this kind of inhuman incident.

Lin Hao wished so much that a man in plain clothes with an unremarkable appearance would appear in front of him, show his ID, and say that he was from a certain department to take over the matter.

But Lin Hao knew from the bottom of his heart that this was a fantasy, a fool's dream, the lowest level of self-comfort.The country may not have really realized the danger behind it, and may simply connect several murders or mental patients together.

For such inhuman things, Lin Hao seemed to be facing a roaring wave; it was like facing a whirling tornado; Natural and man-made disasters.

But hope rose again in Lin Hao's heart. Looking at the endless abyss, although he was desperate, he still roared unwillingly.

When the gears of the country are turning slowly, everyone stands on the cliff with one will and stares into the abyss.

Although I don't know what is under the abyss, it also tells a fact-the unknown is no longer fear.

"Hello? Lin Hao! Can you hear me!" Seeing that Lin Hao had been silent for a long time, the other end of the phone shouted in fear.

"I heard it!" Lin Hao spat out the unlit cigarette and straightened his somewhat messy uniform.

Lin Hao had never been so courageous before, and said in a firm voice, "I'm going to ask about Fu Jiang." He hung up the phone, walked up the steps vigorously, and searched for the truth hidden behind it.

Chapter 51 Two Memories

Chapter 51 Two Memories