Straight man was caught Raiders Manual

The gloomy fire in the church had been completely extinguished at some point. From the moment the policewoman returned to the church, the whole church seemed to have turned into a huge tomb, dark and silent, not even the moonlight was willing to show.

The disgusting smell of blood filled the entire hall, and after adapting to the darkness, the eyes could vaguely see scattered objects in the corner.

After only a few glances, she roughly guessed where the broken thing came from. She tried her best to suppress the nausea that was rolling in her chest. The policewoman frowned and turned her head to look in front of the hall.

The scattered objects placed in the corner were probably the limbs removed from the victim's body by the murderer, but it was not known whether it belonged to the old priest or the body of the head whose eyes had been gouged out in the yard.

The footsteps could not help but lighten up. The policewoman focused all her attention on the cross in the center of the hall, trying to identify whether the head of the old priest was hanging there. Of course, this was the worst result.

Slight footsteps clattered in the dark hall, and the sound of dripping water came from nowhere, accompanied by the cold wind blowing quietly, making a creepy sound.

Just as the policewoman held her breath and approached the cross, there was a loud "squeak" sound, and the half-closed temple door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a vague figure of a man.

"Who!"

Looking at the door of the palace in shock, the female policeman reflexively raised her pistol and pointed it at the door, her overstretched arm trembling uncontrollably.

The people outside the door seemed completely unaware of the situation inside. They paused at the door with some hesitation, and then uttered a slightly surprised voice, "Who's inside!? I'm a police officer who came to investigate , What's going on!? Is anyone injured inside?"

At the same time, with the door fully opened, moonlight poured into the hall layer by layer, illuminating the dark hall clearly.

The dismembered corpses in the corner appeared unreservedly in sight. The walls and the ground of the hall were covered with blood stains as if they had been washed, and the empty seats were also stained with sticky blood. dripping.

Slightly squinting her eyes to see the surprised man at the door, the policewoman breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't bear it anymore, she covered her mouth tightly, and turned her pale face to look for the figure of the old priest.

The one standing outside the door was Zhao Ting, who was delayed by something. He had waited for a long time and came to look for them, but he did not expect to see such a scene.

Running to the policewoman in three or two steps, Zhao Ting frowned and said anxiously: "This is the case, how could this happen."

Regardless of explaining to Zhao Ting, she finally found the old priest who was trembling and curled up under the altar in front of the cross. The policewoman's heart finally fell slightly, and she hurried forward to check the old priest's injuries.

Although the old priest did not die, he seemed to have been stimulated by something, with a crazy smile on his old face, holding the silver cross on his chest with both hands, and muttering nervously to himself.

"Ghost, hehehe...it's a ghost, a ghost that is killing you...that despicable... Zhao..."

The policewoman listened with a puzzled face, vaguely as if she had caught some key words, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared in her eyes.

Just when the policewoman was about to ask something, the old priest twitched his face slightly, as if he saw something terrifying, his eyes widened, and he looked at the policewoman's shoulders in horror, and stretched out tremblingly. Raised his finger and howled frantically, "The devil! The devil is coming!! It's the devil!!!"

"What?" Looking at the old priest's expression, the policewoman felt a chill behind her as if she was being watched by something, but before she could look back, her arms tightened and she was pulled back violently go.

"Be careful!"

With a loud "boom", the standing cross collapsed from the altar, like a giant beast leaping out of the darkness, and smashed straight at the old priest.

There was no time to react, her eyes were already blood red, her lips trembling slightly looked at the old priest who was pierced by the top of the cross, the female policeman couldn't bear to close her eyes.

Taking two steps forward, he confirmed that the old priest was no longer breathing. Zhao Ting turned his head with a livid face, "What the hell is going on? Was it the murderer? And, where is Guan Ling? Where is he!"

Taking a deep breath, the female policeman tried her best to calm herself down, and subconsciously replied while pinning the gun on her waist: "Guan Ling and I were led to the backyard just now, and only when we realized something was wrong..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the policewoman turned her head abruptly, looking over the gate to the dark and gnawing courtyard, her face involuntarily turned pale.

Noticing what the policewoman was doing wrong, Zhao Ting, who reacted, followed the policewoman's gaze, was slightly taken aback, and slowly pursed his lips, "Guan Ling, didn't you follow you?"

Nodding, the policewoman's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the fear in her heart invaded in an instant.

Because she didn't know when, she had never heard Guan Ling's voice again.

But she didn't notice at all when Guan Ling's voice disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, he patted the female policewoman on the shoulder for comfort. Zhao Ting calmly said, "Maybe things are not that bad. Let's split up and look for it first."

At the same time, Guan Ling, who finally woke up from the coma, was sitting on the chair with a dazed face. His eyes were completely dark, covered tightly by cloth strips, and even a little light could not penetrate, so he just He could tilt his head slightly and listen carefully to the movement around him.

Guan Ling never left this place after waking up, his eyes were blindfolded, his hands were tied behind his back on the chair, and he didn't even know what was stuffed in his mouth, so he couldn't make a sound.

Apart from his own rapid breathing, Guan Ling never heard any movement, and he didn't even know how long it had passed.

Guan Ling has already begun to wonder if the murderer has forgotten him.

But thinking about it this way, in fact, this seems to be the best result.

At least I didn't get smothered to death, ha ha.

Comforting himself with joy in bitterness, after being silent for a while again, Guan Ling began to struggle tentatively.

As he slowly stood up, he moved his arms behind his back little by little, trying to put his hands in the middle and then free himself from the chair. Guan Ling, who has watched countless horror and suspense movies, said that this Small things should still be able to be done by yourself.

So after moving his arms to the top, Guan Ling froze, because he found that the middle of the chair was connected, and it was impossible to free his arms.

Instantly felt that he was deceived by the movie, Guan Ling wanted to put his arm down aggrievedly, but the rope seemed to be caught by something, and was tied to the top without moving.

"=a="

Guan Ling was completely dumbfounded.

Standing awkwardly hanging from the chair for a while, he felt that sooner or later his physical strength would be exhausted, so Guan Ling silently moved back, trying to find a wall to lean against for a while.

Slowly moved back a few steps, just when Guan Ling's hands behind his back vaguely touched the wall, a soft breathing sound suddenly sounded in his ears, as if ejected from a cold instrument, There is no breath of temperature.

In an instant, Guan Ling's body was filled with a hair-raising chill.

Something in the room? !

Realizing this, Guan Ling's whole body instantly petrified, and a huge sense of fear gradually spread in his heart. Guan Ling could even clearly feel that something was watching him in the dark.

As if his breathing was frozen, Guan Ling leaned against the wall in a daze, his head began to work rapidly.

Was there someone in this room from the beginning?This person has been watching him from the beginning, and most likely, this person is the perverted murderer who brought him here.

He stayed in the same room with a perverted murderer for so long?

He is still trying to escape from the perverted murderer? !

What the hell did I do, I'm scared to death just thinking about it!

Trembling with tears streaming down his face, Guan Ling's mouth was tightly plugged, not only was it difficult to inhale and exhale, but even the sound of gasping was tightly blocked.

Guan Ling tried his best to suppress the sound of his heavy breathing in this quiet space, and he clung to the wall without daring to move, his nerves were extremely tense.

The breathing sound that just rang in the ear was like a hallucination, but it disappeared after a while, but Guan Ling did not dare to relax at all.He could be sure that there was someone next to him just now, but he couldn't see it with his eyes, he couldn't know the surrounding situation, he couldn't estimate what the murderer wanted to do to him, and he couldn't even use his hands to feel it.

You can even feel the faint breeze between the neck, which is so cold that it makes you shiver.

Standing in fear for a while, Guan Ling carefully sniffed, gritted his teeth to calm himself down, and wanted to think of ways to escape.

At this moment, a cold palm caressed Guan Ling's cheek with a little pity, and after groping behind his head for a while, he took out what was stuffed in Guan Ling's mouth.

The moment the mouth was liberated, before he had time to think about anything, Guan Ling was about to shout out subconsciously. The next moment, the lips that had just been liberated were captured in an instant, sucking wildly and hotly in his mouth. It slid down the neck continuously and landed on Guan Ling's naked chest.

After a while, the same mechanical sound as before sounded out, uttering a cold and sweet voice, "Honey, I can hardly bear it anymore."

Guan Ling was startled by this sudden development.

He felt that his whole body was going to be bad.

Is he being molested?By a perverted murderer?

What the hell is going on? Is this really a normal love game? ! ! !

Something flashed through his mind quickly, Guan Ling raised his head tremblingly, and carefully confirmed: "You, are you a man or a woman?"

The person on the body paused slightly, and then turned him over as if punishing him, put a big palm on his buttocks｜knead｜squeezed｜a few times, and touched the hot hard｜thing while touching his lower abdomen. .

Now I know without asking.

Guan Ling's face turned blue.

His hands were firmly pressed behind his back and he could not move at all. Guan Ling lowered his head slightly, and at the moment the man approached, he suddenly turned back quickly and stumbled forward.

As if he didn't expect Guan Ling to run away, the man let out bursts of laughter after a pause.

His scalp tingled for a while, Guan Ling dragged the stool and ran towards the wall without hesitation.

When leaning against the wall just now, Guan Ling could clearly feel the breeze coming from the side. There must be a gap there, maybe even a window!

The moment he got close to the wall, Guan Ling quickly turned around and threw the chair behind him against the wall. As he expected, the crisp sound of glass breaking instantly filled the whole room and echoed clearly.

But at the moment when the glass shattered, Guan Ling was dragged into his arms and hugged tightly away from the window.

A sense of strange familiarity flashed across his heart, but before Guan Ling could think about it, the sound coming from the cracked window made him cheer up instantly.

"what sound?"

"It's glass, it must be Guan Ling!"

This was obviously the voice of Zhao Ting and the policewoman. It turned out that he was still in the church, so he was saved now!

Guan Ling wasn't excited enough yet, a low-pitched laughter from the side knocked him back to his original place in an instant.

Damn, I forgot that there was a pervert standing next to him.

"You are really naughty." He easily pulled Guan Ling into his arms, and the man kissed Guan Ling's cheek affectionately, and then untied his hands tied to the chair.

Guan Lingwei was stunned for a moment, moved his hands, and decisively began to move out in small steps.

As if pleased by Guan Ling's actions, the man laughed, with creepy possessiveness in his laughter, and full of can't wait, "Hurry up, hurry up, dear police officer, no matter how hard you struggle , I am waiting for the day when you belong to me."

After saying that, before Guan Ling could shudder again, a familiar object was stuffed into his hand, while the people around him fell silent in an instant.

go, go?

After being stunned for a long time, Guan Ling moved left and right, and found that the murderer had really left, so he let out a long breath, and tearing off the cloth strips tied around his eyes with a bitter face.

Squinting his eyes half-closed to adjust to the light, Guan Ling immediately turned his head to look around, seeing shattered glass, dusty sofas, damp walls, and chairs that fell to the ground miserably.

The familiar decorations around made Guan Ling understand that he was really still in the church.

Looking at the still dark night outside the window, Guan Ling wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sat on the ground with weak legs and feet.

Damn, this game is really not a joke. It not only scares you to death every minute, but also slaps you every minute.

If it weren't for his wit...

Although it is not uncommon for a love game to have a spoiled plot, Guan Ling still couldn't help but feel a sense of cheating.

What's up with the latest games?

Have game makers been kicked in the head by donkeys? !

Thinking about the murderer's last words, Guan Ling couldn't help but shudder.

At this time, Guan Ling already regretted why he turned off the smart guidance in pursuit of realism. As expected, it is better for this kind of game to have a virtual sense.

So, making up his mind to prepare for a quick battle, Guan Ling planned to go out to join the policewoman and the others after resting for a while.

As soon as he stood up, Guan Ling's attention was instantly attracted by what he was holding in his hand.

Remembering that it was left by the murderer before he left, Guan Ling swallowed unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to unfold it.

After seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, Guan Ling was a little puzzled again, because this thing was nothing but the photo that was given to Guan Ling by the policewoman at the beginning.

Guan Ling thought he had thrown the photo in the yard, but unexpectedly, it was taken by the murderer, but why did he want that photo?I even gave it back to myself, maybe...

Wrinkling his head, Guan Ling unfolded the photo and looked at it carefully again, this time he finally noticed something different.

In the photo, the original smudges on the boy's eyes were gone.

His lips were slightly pursed, and after confirming that nothing had changed except for this point, Guan Ling thought for a while and opened the task panel.

Sure enough, the clues of the case changed. Clue [-], which was originally a photo, had a few more words and became a complete photo.

After standing silently for a while, Guan Ling's heart surged with a hairy feeling.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps suddenly remembered brought Guan Ling back to his senses.

The door, which was not closed very tightly, was easily opened from the outside. Guan Ling raised his head and met Zhao Ting's eyes who had pushed the door in.

The moonlight that came in as the door opened happened to hit Guan Ling's body, revealing the messy clothes and slightly rosy lips exactly.

Seemingly surprised by Guan Ling's appearance, Zhao Ting was obviously stunned for a moment, his dark eyes were somewhat unclear, after looking at him for a while, he closed his eyes and showed a relaxed smile.

"Great, finally found you."

As if he was finally relieved, the corners of Zhao Ting's lips curled slightly, he looked around and slowly walked into the room, looking at Guan Ling with a little worry in his eyes, "Fortunately, nothing happened to you, otherwise..."

After a pause, Zhao Ting suddenly fell silent, staring fixedly at Guan Ling's arm.

Looking at his arm in confusion, Guan Ling sensed something was wrong, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong?"

Raising his head in a daze, Zhao Ting grinned his lips unnaturally, "No, it's nothing, I just think the photo in your hand looks familiar."

"Oh." Taking out the photo with a blank face, Guan Ling narrowed his eyes and said, "This photo was originally hung in the main hall of the church. Because I thought it had something to do with the case, the policewoman took it off and gave it to me."

"Really." Smiling indifferently, Zhao Ting turned his eyes and looked at Guan Ling's extremely clear eyes.

Guan Ling was looking down at the photo in his hand at this time, his dark eyes were unblinking, and he was studying something very seriously.

Slightly pursing his lips, Zhao Ting couldn't help but wanted to reach out and touch Guan Ling's eyelids, but when he was about to arrive, he changed direction and patted Guan Ling's shoulder.

Looking at Guan Ling's puzzled eyes, Zhao Ting smiled and opened his eyes, sighed softly, with an imperceptible twist in his tone, "Guan Ling, you are such a good detective."