Weird Regulator

At 14:49 on December 19, inside the villa at No. 644 Songshan Street, Dongcheng District.

Halfway through the mission, Mei Sheng stood in front of the stairs on the third floor, overlooking the two corpses on the sofa with a deep look.

The corpses on the sofa were a man and a woman. The man was named Yuan Ren and the woman was named Fan Rong.

Their death scenes were even more horrific than the last.

The former lost his eyes and half of his tongue, while the latter was disemboweled and had his internal organs emptied out.

On the coffee table in front of them, two pieces of drawing paper were placed quietly, which were their death portraits.

Mei Sheng leaned on the stairs with her hands, her eyes wandering between the corpse and the portrait, thinking to herself:

“There are three images of death: drawing paper, pen, and inkwell.

The deaths of Yuan Ren and Fan Rong were all caused by seeing or coming into contact with these three objects in this villa.

So is the portrait of death just a symbol in this mission...

After nearly five hours of investigation, Mei Sheng has basically confirmed that this mission is a simple secret room murder type.

And all aspects are not complicated, and it tends to be a routine pick-up task.

For a single branch, this kind of task is relatively common, but it also tests the reasoning ability of the clerks the most.

Miss Mei, Mr. Xie is awake!

At this moment, the guest room downstairs was opened, and Qiu Zheyan raised his head and shouted excitedly towards the third floor.

After hearing the news, Mei Sheng's cold face finally had a lively expression, and without any pause, she hurried downstairs.

Within two hours of the mission starting, there were two ghost attacks.

Although Yuan Ren was the first person to die, Jie Zheng also encountered a ghost at that time.

It's just that Jie Zheng managed to escape from a dead end through some unknown method and forced his escape.

The price was that four bleeding holes appeared in the joints of his hands and feet, and he himself fell into a coma outside the guest room door.

When everyone discovered Jie Zheng, they saw his death portrait appearing on the bedside table in the guest room.

It was a horrifying portrait of a man with his limbs pierced by iron chains and his whole body hanging from the ceiling.

Apparently Jie Zheng used his mind to find some flaws and break free before the final death.

Xie Zheng is the only survivor among the three people currently attacked.

His awakening is likely to be the turning point of this mission and a living clue to the path of life or death.

The expression on Mei Sheng's face did not change much, but a trace of expectation emerged in her heart.

She wanted to know if Jie Zheng had seen with his own eyes the murderous ghost in this mission.

When she returned to the first floor from the third floor, she saw two familiar figures standing at the door of the guest room, looking at her nervously.

When Dai Yingqi and Qiu Zheyan saw Mei Sheng, they hurried forward and said in unison:

Mr. Xie kicked us out when he woke up and told us to go see him alone.

Mei Sheng's eyes flashed and she didn't say anything. She just opened the door to the guest room and walked straight away.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt that the atmosphere in the room was particularly depressing and filled with the bloody smell of death.

Including the thick curtains at the window, but the person who pulled the curtains seemed to be in a hurry, leaving a large gap.

But the half that blocks the sun is right at the head of the bed.

He was now lying on the bed, with bandages on the joints of his hands and feet.

After seeing Mei Sheng enter the door, he turned his head slightly, revealing a pale face with excessive blood loss.

Before the other party could speak, he spoke first:

Close the other half of the curtains and don't expose your face outside the window.

Mei Sheng glanced at him and seemed to understand something. She stepped sideways on the bed and walked from the bedside to the window.

Then he lowered his body and closed the other half of the curtains to hide from the sun.

Since then, there has been no trace of sunlight in the entire room, and it has fallen into darkness, making the atmosphere in the room even more gloomy.

Mei Sheng stood at the bedside, picked up the death portrait, compared it and corrected it, and asked softly:

What have you been through?

Jie Zheng was lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and his frown showed that he was enduring pain in his limbs all the time.

After pausing for a few seconds, he spoke about his original experience.

“At the beginning of the mission, we started investigation operations in various rooms.

Dai Yingqi and I were responsible for searching the first floor, and I went to the east half.

From that moment on, I felt a little bad. I always felt that the weather today seemed too good.

That's right.

The weather is really nice today.

The sky is clear, there is not a single cloud, and the sun shines wantonly in every corner.

What’s even more interesting is that most missions take place at night, but this mission takes place most of the time during the day.

Mei Sheng keenly caught the key point of understanding and subconsciously turned her head to glance at the window blocked by the curtains.

Jie Zheng gave her appropriate time to think, and then continued:

The sun filled the entire first floor. I searched room after room and finally came to the guest room.

This took me about 20 minutes.

At first, the room was as quiet as ever, and I searched back and forth but couldn't find any valuable clues.

But just as I was about to leave, I suddenly felt an unnatural feeling.

This feeling came out of nowhere and had never happened before, so I stopped.

But out of caution, I didn't dare to look back, I just looked down at the shadow on the ground.

What Jie Zheng said was very detailed and focused, and could be understood instantly without any nonsense.

He seems to be deliberately emphasizing several images: sunshine, time, quietness, feeling.

Mei Sheng had a vague judgment in her mind, but she did not interrupt, just nodded to indicate that she should continue.

Jie Zheng turned his head and looked in the direction of Mei Sheng. He was actually looking at the window behind him and whispered:

I found that when the sun hit my back, there was no shadow.

Mei Sheng couldn't help but ask:

your problem?

Jie Zheng shook his head and gave his own explanation:

“My first feeling was that there was something wrong with me, but like I said before.

When I was outside on the first floor, I paid attention to the sunlight outside. At that time, I had a shadow.

In other words, the moment I noticed something was wrong, my shadow suddenly disappeared.

Mei Sheng fell silent. She slowly walked to the door where Zheng Zheng had spoken and practiced with her back to the window.

Then she compared the position behind her and suddenly discovered it.

The door of the guest room corresponds to the window, and according to the time when the incident occurred, the sun could shine right into this position.

An idea came to her mind, and she turned around and asked:

Is there someone outside the window that blocks the sunlight and overlaps with your back?

Jie Zheng's face gradually became solemn, and he nodded and gave a positive answer:

That's it.

When I realized this, the rustle of a pen writing under the paper suddenly appeared on the bedside table.

This is how my death portrait was born.