What does the sick policeman want to do with Jasmine?

Where was his oath to guard the gate and stand his ground?

Wang Dengming thought for a while, and after putting down the flamethrower, he was going to alert the special police.

In the corridor, the lights became even dimmer, crumbling as if they were about to go out at any moment.

There is a dark wind blowing from the left side of the corridor.

Wang Dengming recalled the abnormal cooling when the old lady and the peeling girl appeared at the police station.

What is blowing from the right side of the corridor, the intoxicating fragrance.

One left and one right, sandwiching people in the middle, with heaven on the right and hell on the right.

Really, it seems like this, the right foot is in hell and the left foot is in heaven.

The left half of the body is immersed in the horror of darkness, and the right half of the body is bathed in the warm spring breeze.

I have never seen such weird air convection.

If there is a gun in the hand of the Buddha in my heart, I am not afraid.

A woman's voice came from the right, singing the lyrics.

He walked over and saw a female staff member holding a broom and cleaning the corridor.

Her slim body was facing away from her.

She was singing softly. She seemed to be singing to herself, but Wang Dengming could hear it.

I see the blue sea

There are also little Indians on the shore.

Four Indian children got into the boat.

A child fell into the sea.

The three children were not seen.

The moon turned into the sun, and the sun fell into the sea.

Darkness deifies the night.

What a beautiful world.

The singing is very beautiful, the tune is very tactful, and the singing environment is very charming.

The broom swept on the ground, making no sound.

The floor is very quiet and does not need to be cleaned. Her best option is to find a vacuum cleaner and let the vacuum cleaner absorb the dust in the gaps instead of using a broom.

The broom in her hand is very strange, a black broom.

She walked into a room.

This room is very strange, there is no room number.

Either I haven't noticed it or this room really has no number.

Wang Dengming didn't want to interrupt her singing, nor did she want to interrupt her work.

He was wondering if this woman was the mysterious woman who had been haunting the castle and who once played the role of a female player in the mask adventure.

Is it her?

No staff would come sweeping the floor in the early hours of the morning, no one would do this.

Are the staff in the castle also possessed?

It is possible.

Wang Dengming quietly followed her into the room, holding a gun in his hand.

This room is completely different from other rooms.

Some of the ceramic tiles on the floor are polished, some are finely carved, and some are gilded.

The sandalwood furniture is inlaid with ivory, scarlet tapestries are woven with gold threads, and countless pearls are sewn on them.

What room is this?

Wang Dengming picked up the gun and wanted to say: Beauty, turn around, show your ID, and please accept police inspection!

He hasn't spoken yet.

Outside the room, someone was shouting for help!

That seemed to be Jasmine shouting.

The woman sweeping the floor heard the shouting. She straightened up and stopped working, but she did not turn around and faced the wall.

Wang Dengming wanted to see her face.

"turn around!"

The female staff member did not turn around.

The walls seemed to be moving, pressing towards Wang Dengming, like a mausoleum.

Wang Dengming shook his head.

Outside the guest room, Jasmine's shouting was already very close.

Just outside the door.

He ignored the female staff member and rushed out of the room.

I saw the special police officers tearing off Jasmine's clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts on her body.

damn it!

This idiot didn't see me standing here.

When am I transparent?

In the corridor, he saw a copper rod leaning against the wall.

He put the gun back into its holster.

He swung the copper stick and hit Policeman Tefan on the back of the head mercilessly.

Peng!

The special policeman fell on Jasmine's body and he was chewing on Jasmine's face.

"asshole!"

Wang Dengming kicked away the special policeman and pulled Jasmine up.

Jasmine was so frightened that she felt like she had no bones in her body, and she couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried.

He sent Jasmine back to room 8.

The clothes on the floor were scattered all over the place, and the test tubes and reagents on the table fell to the ground in a mess.

"Damn guy, how dare you do this!"

Wang Dengming was about to leave the room. He wanted to bring the special policeman to justice, as well as the woman who sang in the middle of the night.

Jasmine hugged him tightly and refused to let him go.

She is like a drowning person who is about to drown. She clings to whatever she catches, no matter what.

Wang Dengming pried her hand away.

When he came to the corridor, the woman was about to leave.

"stop!"

The woman wanted to run away, but Wang Dengming caught up with her and pushed her to the ground.

Her face appeared in Wang Dengming's sight.

It was the woman with a sweet smile, the woman who carried the red bucket and cleaned guest room 811 after the psychic was burned to death.

"Who are you!?"

The woman didn't answer, but looked at him with a smile.

Wang Dengming handcuffed her. He planned to tie up the policeman Tefan together and interrogate her together.

The Celtics show up.

"Sergeant, I seem to hear someone shouting for help on the first floor. What's going on?"

"Is this your colleague?"

Wang Dengming pointed at this woman.

"No, I don't know her."

"I'll give you a task. You are responsible for guarding the door and preventing people from coming in. By the way, you first need to find a rope."
To be continued...