death like wind

Millerfire shuddered, and almost threw the hand of the person behind him, but then thought that if there was a lady behind him, it would be too impolite to do so.

Everyone was very close, almost close together, and Millefair could even feel the cold breath gushing on his neck, which made people tremble. He couldn't help but look back, but all he saw was darkness, and the darkness in the darkness. That vague figure.

"You guys didn't even bring a flashlight when you came to explore. Are you here to play blind cats and catch dead mice in the factory?" Harry couldn't help complaining, and fumbled out a small flashlight from his pocket, a dazzling beam of light Instantly illuminated the surroundings.

The tense atmosphere finally relaxed. This time, even Ophelia didn't refute. The arrogant lady held Harry's hand tightly, but her face was full of arrogance.

Seeing this, Potter was very unwilling to admit defeat, and muttered, "Who knew that the factory would be so dark in broad daylight."

His voice was not loud, but because it was very quiet and the atmosphere was somewhat low, it reached Harry's ears very clearly.Harry seemed to have a good temper, and his soft brown curly hair made him look like a little bear, but at this moment he was not easy to mess with: "Yes, who knows, maybe you will die in the next moment, even if you don't prepare a coffin. It should."

Potter clenched his fists tightly. If he hadn't been too far away, he would probably have beaten him, but a large part of the reason was that this child who lacked exercise probably knew that he couldn't beat Harry, who was a police officer.

Finally walked into the lobby of the factory, the pool of blood in front of the entrance gate was clearly visible, and the bloody footprints extending into the lobby, the scene of last night seemed to reappear, a man holding a rusty big knife, dripping from the knife Drenching blood, he walked toward them expressionlessly.

The bright sun is just outside the door, but it can't shine in anyway.

Just like last night, the bright moonlight was right in front of my eyes, and the man who had been cut down in the pool of blood couldn't touch it no matter how much he stretched out his hand, and finally he was completely sheltered in this inescapable darkness.

Although some timid girls are already retreating, facing the door and the light that is close at hand, they have not proposed to leave. After all, the pool of blood is too terrifying, like a monster blocking the exit .

"Are we going up?" There was a steel staircase in the hall extending all the way to the second floor shrouded in darkness, and the bloody footprint also stopped in front of the stairs, and then disappeared strangely.

"Go!" Ophelia, who was the leader, opened her mouth before Harry could answer, gritted her silver teeth and stepped up the stairs first.

Harry walked up this staircase when he was investigating the scene. Although it was rickety, it was very solid, so he felt relieved to let everyone go up, and walked behind.

The stairs creaked, as if they were about to fall apart at any moment. The young masters and ladies were retreating in their hearts, their fragile hearts were pounding, but because they were afraid of offending Ophelia, they all held back and remained silent.

Millerfield took a look back at the person behind him before going up the stairs, but it seemed that it was not the vague figure in the darkness at that time, but a thin and thin girl. Judging from her height, even a mat Her breath couldn't reach Millerfill's neck even with her footsteps.

And the cold hand that was holding slowly returned to normal body temperature, as if everything just now was just his illusion.

Seeing this noble boy looking at her, the little girl managed to suppress the panic in her heart and smiled at him. At this time, the people in front had already gone up the stairs, so Millerfield staggered his steps to let the lady take priority.

Harry looked at this scene amusedly, and after the little girl went up, he said to Millerfield, "It is said that the young master of the Lorca family is a beautiful gentleman, and it is indeed so after seeing him now."

"Thank you." Millefair was a little dazed by his bright smile, and stepped on the stairs after everyone had gone up. Immediately there was a rattling sound from the iron ladder.

After the two went up, they heard a commotion from the crowd, as well as the screams of the girls. Everyone's expressions were very ugly, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Harry's expression changed, and he asked, "What happened?"

"Corpse..." A timid female voice tremblingly pointed to the room not far away, and tremblingly said: "There is another corpse over there."

Harry walked past the chaotic crowd and went straight to the room he was pointing at.

They had obviously checked them carefully back and forth. He stayed outside for less than an hour. He didn't see anyone coming in, and he didn't hear anything. How did the murderer kill people right under his nose!

It can be seen that these rooms on the second floor were used to work and rest for employees. The items that were not taken away were piled up in a mess, and a thick layer of dust had already accumulated.The sealed windows have been broken after years, and the sunlight penetrated through the small cracks, and the swirling dust danced under the light, illuminating a short distance.

It's no wonder that everyone runs around without a flashlight. Compared with the first floor, it is indeed a little bit brighter here.

Ophelia was leaning against the outside of the room with a distorted face. She was the first to find the corpse, and she was really shocked when she was unprepared. Since she was a child, this may have stimulated her the most. once.

Harry didn't say anything, and walked past her directly into the room. In the middle of the room, there was a female corpse lying in a pool of blood. The same modus operandi had been cut dozens of times on her body. The bones could be seen deep in the knives, and the splashed blood spurted thinly across the room. On the mottled wall, the scene of the crime was rendered very bloody by the murderer.

This is a typical perfectionist crime. He is very harsh on the orientation of the corpse and other aspects. The murderer has a perverted personality.

No useful clues were left at the scene. The strange thing is that with such dense bloodstains, the soles of the murderer's feet will inevitably be stained, but there are only a pair of bloody footprints in front of the female corpse, but there is no trace of these footprints leaving, as if the murderer I admired it for a long time in front of the female corpse, and then, suddenly disappeared.

"Ouch—" Millefair just glanced at it, and couldn't help feeling sick to his stomach. He rushed out and lay down at the door, vomiting, and almost vomited out the New Year's Eve dinner.

Although Ophelia couldn't stand it, she wasn't as exaggerated as him. Seeing this scene, she laughed and said, "Look at you, if you don't know, you might think you're pregnant."

Before Millerfill could sarcastically say a few words, Harry walked out of the room with a serious face and said, "Everyone get out immediately, the murderer may still be in this factory!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. There was a breakthrough in fear, and the crowd panicked instantly. Regardless of etiquette and upbringing, everyone ran wildly. The people in the chaos ran the wrong way, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Harry is too lazy to care about these spoiled young masters and ladies. He is now in a hurry to contact the headquarters to deal with this incident. Now it is not just a simple murder, but a serial murder case. If the real culprit is not found out as soon as possible, perhaps There will be more victims.

"Hey, call the headquarters, call the headquarters!" Harry contacted the people in the headquarters with the walkie-talkie, but there was no response from the walkie-talkie, only the whistling electric sound shouted in the noisy and strange environment.

"No signal, no more struggling." Millefair vomited out his gastric juices and there was nothing to vomit before stopping in a state of collapse, and said, "I think you'd better take care of those who ran away, in case... …”

One in case was not finished yet, a shrill scream came from the darkness not far away, piercing the eardrums with pain, but before everyone could react, the scream stopped abruptly, there was no sound in vain, and the air momentarily It was almost dead silent.

"Come on, what happened?" Eva tremblingly leaned behind Ophelia, her face pale: "Do you feel that the temperature seems to be lower?"

Not only did the temperature drop, but the noisy crowd also seemed to have been pressed the pause button following the sudden scream. There were only six of them, and a cold white flashlight only illuminated the only area, and the place shrouded in darkness seemed to be isolated from them.

Ophelia has always been bold, and she has no other emotions except for a moment of surprise. She arranged rationally: "Let's go downstairs first, and go back the same way. Everyone will hold hands and move like when we came here."

Everyone immediately acted according to what Ophelia said, and Millefair habitually stretched out his hand behind him. When he remembered that he was the last one, he was about to retract his hand, but was held tightly by a cold palm up!

"Is it all ready?" Harry scanned the front with a flashlight, and seemed to find nothing unusual, turned around and walked ahead to lead the way.

Millefair wanted to cry out, but his throat seemed to be shackled by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make any sound. The hand holding him behind him was cold and stiff, and when he sensed his intention, the sharp nails stuck in into the flesh on the back of his hand.

Millerfell hissed in pain, and wanted to look back to see what was behind him, but his neck was stiff and he couldn't turn it around. The cold air rushed from the back of his feet to the top of his head, and the surroundings were so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, except for the light in front of him. Shaking, and the hand of the person in front of him holding him can be seen clearly.

"?" Ah Jin clearly remembered that the person walking in front of him was Potter, but why was the cuff in a dark blue coat style?The black sweatshirt Porter is clearly wearing today!

Ah Jin squinted her eyes to see more clearly, only to find that she was wearing an expensive brand-name watch under her cuffs. The brilliant diamonds still shone brightly in the dark, like stars falling on the ground.

Uncle Rick...

The person in front seemed to be aware of what he was thinking in his heart, and held his hand tightly, the warm temperature wrapped his trembling hand, silently comforting him.

At that moment, his eyes were warm, and he lowered his head and took a deep breath to suppress his confused thoughts. Uncle Rick obviously cared about him, why didn't he respond to him?

While thinking wildly, a group of people came to the iron ladder and went down the stairs one by one under Harry's call, while Rick led A Jin to the other side, and still followed them holding his things behind him.

Even though it was dark, his beating heart slowly calmed down. When he arrived in front of an abandoned empty room, Rick opened the door, and the sunlight outside the window shone in, vaguely outlining Rick's resolute face. But the thing was pulled so tightly that Ah Jin couldn't move forward at all.

Obviously the sun is right in front of you...

The author has something to say:

Should it be spring now?It's the season, and the rampant bacteria are starting to breed, friends, pay attention to your body, the fragile stupid witch has a headache again, but fortunately there are manuscripts, and I don't panic at all~