This note is a death record, which records incredibly detailed how this poor man named Bai Zhanfei was forced into a desperate situation step by step by step by step and finally fell to such a miserable point. Judging from the widely used first person and the anger and despair that penetrated between the lines, this diary should be written by Zhanfei himself. Only the victim himself has the ability to write the hardship and grief he suffered so realistically, rather than just a few tabloid reporters who are foolish and foolish on the gossip page.

Every sentence and every paragraph is made by the victim with blood and tears. Ying Huan looked carefully and could even see a gray-haired father holding his head impatiently, wailing heart-wrenchingly.

The beginning of the story is no different from what she expected. A love that is destined to be impossible to succeed due to the gap in family conditions. One party just treats it as a game where you can do whatever you want and release pressure, while the other party treats it as a pledge to grow old together, thinking that the end of the story can really be as beautiful as in the fairy tale, and that the prince and the prince live happily together.

When she became pregnant under excessive indulgence, the whole thing finally turned a little bit - the man quickly cut off all contact with her, and was too lazy to pay for abortion, so he directly devoted himself to another relationship. Perhaps for people like him, love is a joke that has long been defiled by money, which is so ridiculous. In modern society, no matter what happens, the pace of love is very fast, and the same is true for love. The two people quickly get together and separate quickly, just like sucking the most essential bone marrow on the back of an old turtle, and only enjoying the passionate part of love. This love model has long been accepted by quite a few young people.

The girl was heartbroken. She could hardly believe what happened to her, and she dared not tell anyone about it. Thinking of her and her children's miserable fate in the future, this girl who had no maternal love since childhood was even more disappointed. After some consideration, she chose to commit suicide and die, and she was completely over.

It is conceivable how her father felt when he learned the news.

On the first page of the diary, a line of crazy "Why?????!!!" was entrenched in the middle of the manuscript paper, and penetrated the back of the paper, tearing the four or five sides of the back. Such unmodified anger cannot be disguised. Even if there is only this relic, Ying Huan can still confirm Bai Zhanfei's sense of despair and powerlessness that day - he has no way of his daughter's death, and it is impossible to even seek justice.

She sighed and glanced at the brainless corpse with a complicated look: Others would only feel terrifying when they saw this scene, but they would never know what kind of forced and tossed father had fallen to this point - wearing a shroud, holding the most commonly used dining utensils and chopsticks in their right hand, and holding the only motivation to support themselves in their lives in their left hand, revenge. The static picture shows dynamic compassion, and the murderer's method of committing crimes is undoubtedly quite familiar. Ying Huan can even feel a kind of compassion that belongs to a mentally ill person: eating the brain, eating the source of thinking; and eating the source of thinking, naturally eating the troubles.

Then I looked at it and some strange words began to appear in the text. The father who was seeking revenge seemed to have begun to calm down a little bit and gradually conspired to come up with a detailed plan. But at the same time, there were some strange descriptions that made Ying Huan care very much.

"He is not a human at all... Although he looks full of laughter, he is not a human, but a monster who has become a sperm! Claws... Yes, claws, at night, I can see his sharp claws sticking out from time to time, and his voice will become very creepy. Looking at him from the moonlight, his ring is emitting a slight yellow light..."

"Although this suggestion itself is good, I have to think about it again and again... To be honest, a rough person like me can't tell whether he has made a secret trap... As long as he can avenge his daughter, I will be willing to pay any price. If I can exchange my own life for the tragic death of that scumbag, it will definitely be a sure profit and you have to do whatever you say!"

"Damn it, hate it, hate it, hate it...!!!"

"It doesn't matter, nothing matters. Feifei, watch it carefully there. Dad will break him apart and send it to you..."

"Why? I had obviously killed him, but he asked me to leave the body and the clothes I had done when the crime was committed in the room, and I had to take preservation measures on the body! Don't he know that the longer this thing stays, the easier it is to smell the police? Is there any reason to have to wait until the day before the Chinese New Year? Although I don't know the reason, I have a vague premonition... Maybe in his plan, the role I played is just a pawn that can be abandoned at any time."

"I finally finished cleaning up my bloody clothes... Wait, someone knocked on the door..."

The record is completely over here. On the next page, the bloodstains completely bonded the pages and could hardly be opened. Ying Huan did not force it, but just skipped it over and finally frozen on the last page of the book. A line of beautiful words with completely different fonts from the previous ones appeared on the paper - "Anyone you have helped will fall into this abyss of misfortune. Check your own sins, the proud and self-righteous God!"

Seeing this line of words, Ying Huan's head flashed like a purple-red lightning in the Conan movie, and various analysis came one after another: it was almost certain that the murderer left the line of words. He planned a conspiracy, and Bai Zhanfei's revenge like a moth to the flame was completely within his calculations. He arranged the fate of others easily and freely like God, but just to convey a sentence or a message to someone. The murderer went through a lot of trouble for this sentence, and must have concluded that the person could see this sentence in some way. In the established order, important objects of murder cases like this are not disclosed, and it will inevitably fall into the hands of the public security organs. Even if Ye Ying assigned it to the Supernatural Investigation Department in the form of a supernatural case, it would be impossible to make it public to the public... In other words, what he wanted to notify was the police?

But... sin? God?

How could such unsuitable rhetoric appear in units like the police station that value group power?

The more Ying Huan thought about it, the more something was wrong. She simply took off her glasses again, activated her mind, and used Bai Zhanfei's vision before his death to find out.

She opened her red eyes wide and looked left and right in the room, and finally saw an illusory figure.

The man was wearing a doctor's white coat and a crow mask with an extremely strange appearance, blocking the upper half. His neck was pale white, a white that was almost invisible to see, and it was extremely close to an albino patient, making people shudder in the summer. His nails were long and hard, and from the tips showed a very similar color to metal, flashing with a sharp cold light. Even in the vision, Ying Huan could confirm the cutting ability of these claws - it was enough to chop a healthy adult into five pieces with bones.

The ring on the monster's hand discovered her, and a regular yellow light flashed out, which forced her to pop out from this "view".

"Woo!" Ying Huan covered her eyes and screamed, and she retreated repeatedly. She had never encountered such a situation before. With her hands together, she felt a warm current dripping down her fingers, and her vision was red. Blood rolled down extremely roundly from her broken pupils, and a crisp "click" sound broke in this small room.

Bai Zhanfei looked at everything in front of him silently, his expression seemed to be laughing, or crying.

"Huanhuan?Huanhuan! Hold on!" Ye Ying saw that the situation was wrong, and he didn't care about other problems between men and women. He hugged Ying Huan, carried it on his shoulder, and jumped off the second floor with the force of a train derailment, and stepped on two footprints on the concrete floor. In "city", where the traffic flow is dense and traffic rules are restricted, Ye Ying's running speed is enough to catch up with most cars, which makes the two of them directly save waiting for cars and stopping cars.

Getting on the bus, paying money and other processes. He directly carried Ying Huan on his back like a bag of rice and ran away all the way. Fortunately, there were no people on the street today. Even if there were, he couldn't tell what was flying over for a while. Anyway, normal people think of the first thing they first thought of... As for surveillance, the situations that were photographed by surveillance when their superpowers were handled by the surveillance often occurred. The relevant departments in the bureau went to negotiate and modify them at their discretion, and he didn't worry about it.

After confirming that Ying Huan was in a wrong state, Ye Ying did not waste time saying nonsense like "What's wrong with you?". This long-standing man knew clearly what he should do. The most urgent task at the moment was to send Ying Huan to a safe place, and you can put everything else behind and think about it slowly.

...

The poor girl, who suffered such a disaster, did not faint and had to wake up and suffer from suffering. The chaotic thoughts were arranged in words, dispersed, and then arranged in words. Ying Huan always felt that she had remembered something, but like the soap in her hand, the clues were also very cunning. If she was not careful, it slipped away from the gaps in her thinking.

She stretched out her hand impatiently, but touched a layer of soft, very comfortable fabric - it was the big windbreaker given to her by the Yin clan. Because the windproof effect was very good, she thought about it and went out wearing it.

Wait, Yin clan...he seems to have said...

"...You can go and read the "Spiritual Sutra", which contains records about him... He is a monster with sharp claws, quick-witted, flexible, possessing extraordinary physical qualities, and loves to eat human brains."
Chapter completed!