Seeing the evil look in the middle of the old Taoist's brow, I knew that this should be the problem.
The old Taoist couldn't be a murderer, because he was just a prostitute. He only stayed with the woman for a release, and he was not guilty of murder. Besides, the old Taoist didn't have the guts to kill anyone.
The current veteran is very abnormal. This guy looks like he suddenly suffered from Alzheimer's disease.
I knew it must be the evil spirit between his brows, that thing controlled him.
Moreover, this evil spirit actually gave me a very familiar feeling, but for a while I couldn't think of where I had seen it before.
I glanced at the camera above the interrogation room, then opened the door and said to Jiang Zheng, who had been standing outside, "Help me turn off the camera in here."
Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment when he heard what I said. Although he is the captain of the criminal police team, he can't do everything casually. This request is obviously a bit reluctant.
However, Jiang Zheng didn't say anything more. He just nodded and said, "Give me five minutes."
I nodded and walked into the room again. A few minutes later, Jiang Zheng opened the door, nodded to me, and closed the door again.
I looked at the old man, and the guy looked straight at me, grinning stupidly and drooling.
I frowned and looked at the trace of evil spirit on his forehead. It was obvious that the current veteran should be under mind control, such as a hypnotic illusion or something like that.
I put my hand on Lao Dao's forehead, and then mobilized the breath in my body. Black smoke floated out and got into Lao Dao's mouth and nose.
"Lao Dao, wake up quickly!" I called Lao Dao's name while mobilizing my strength.
But the old man in front of me didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear my cry at all.
I frowned and wondered what was going on. Why couldn't this old guy wake up?
Just when I was about to continue calling the old man, I suddenly felt in a trance, and then my vision went black, and I suddenly fell into endless darkness.
Feeling the darkness in front of me, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, a little surprised.
I used my own strength, but instead of breaking the evil spirit in the old Taoist body, I was brought in by this strange force.
This makes me feel a little incredible.
I think the evil spirit on Lao Dao's body was left by the person who framed him. It seems to be a method of mental control, which uses magic to form a scene in Lao Dao's mind and trap Lao Dao inside.
I originally thought that I could break this illusion with my own power, but I didn't expect that not only was it not broken, but I was also brought in!
My power is Yinggou's power. Although the power I can use now is not much, it is only relative to Yinggou's overall strength.
Ordinary magicians are no match for this force, but now instead of breaking the illusion of the veteran, they actually pulled themselves into it, which is a bit incredible.
Being in darkness, I kept floating in it aimlessly, because this ghost place was just an illusion and not a real existence at all.
After a while, I finally realized what was going on.
Now I am in Lao Dao's illusion. The guy who controls his mind has planted the illusion deeply in Lao Dao's mind.
So now I was not pulled in by that person's tricks, but entered into the fantasy of the veteran.
After thinking about this, I couldn't help but frown.
Because my initial plan was to directly use the power of Ying Gou in my body to break this illusion. Although this illusion is weird, only I know how powerful the power of Ying Gou is. It is not difficult to break this illusion.
But now I know that I can't do it, because this illusion has been deeply rooted in the veteran's mind.
If I forcibly break this illusion, the veteran's brain will be greatly impacted, and this guy will most likely die or become an idiot.
I'm a little annoyed. I didn't expect this thing to be so troublesome. What the hell did that guy get into?
Just when I was a little annoyed, the darkness in front of me suddenly disappeared, and a door actually appeared in front of me.
That's a rolling shutter door.
I was stunned for a moment, and instead of reaching out to pull the door, I glanced left and right.
The scene in front of me is very familiar. It is Shangyang Street that I have been to several times.
There was a sign next to me with two big red characters on it: Massage!
Looking at the red sign, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It turned out that I had arrived at the massage parlor on Shangyang Street, where the old man's accident happened.
I didn't expect to come to this place, so I reached out and opened the rolling shutter door and walked in directly.
This is where Lao Dao got into trouble, and this is where Lao Dao stayed for a day, so there must be something wrong here.
I walked directly in. There was no one in the room, there was only a sofa and a staircase leading to the second floor.
The first floor of such a place is usually just for attracting customers, so the real workplace is on the second floor.
I walked up the stairs and came to the living room on the second floor.
There was a table in the living room with several dishes on it and a bottle of white wine that was almost finished, but there was no one in front of the table.
I turned around and looked at a figure in the corner of the room. It was an old man.
Now the old Taoist was huddled in the corner, his body shaking constantly, looking extremely frightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.
"Lao Tao, Lao Tao!" I shouted twice to Lao Tao.
But the old man in the corner didn't seem to hear my voice at all, and was still trembling.
I shook my head and walked towards him. When I walked to the dining table, I glanced at him.
The meat on the plate has a special color. It doesn’t look like pork at all, it should be human!
I felt a little nauseous, but I still endured it and came to Lao Dao and called him twice more.
But the old Taoist still didn't notice and didn't even raise his head.
I squatted down and tried to lift Lao Dao up.
But as soon as my hand touched him, the old man in front of me turned into a black smoke and disappeared before my eyes.
I turned around and saw the old Taoist figure appearing on the dining table, holding chopsticks and eating the braised pork in the bowl.
He ate so deliciously that oil and water flowed down the corners of his mouth.
The old man opened his mouth silently while eating, as if someone was sitting next to him talking to him.
I turned my head and looked at the kitchen, because there was also an old man in the kitchen at this time, wearing an apron, standing by the stove, frying vegetables, and the room was suddenly filled with a strong aroma of meat.
