Chapter nine hundred and twentieth eight clues four
Wen Shenmin opened her eyes wide. There were no additional injuries on her body. Only the palms of her hands, the insteps of her feet, and her throat were completely nailed by five long nails.
The blood looked like it had been bleeding for a long time. It had dried up and formed scabs in some places.
Wen Shenmin's whole body was twitching and breathing was constantly coming out of her throat.
In fact, he was already dead. This was just the last muscle and nerve reflex of the body's functions.
Yang Songyu's body was trembling. She was extremely frightened and wanted to escape from this ghost place, but she knew very well that the space here was isolated from the outside world. She could not really leave unless she cracked this place.
"teacher..."
She suppressed her fear and stepped forward to touch Wen Shenmin gently.
But there was no accident. His throat was nailed and he bled so much that any normal person would die.
"Has anyone come in again?"
Suddenly, a clear and tired woman's voice sounded behind Yang Songyu.
"Who!!?" Yang Songyu turned around suddenly. Now she was completely frightened. If there was any slight disturbance, her nerves would rebound violently.
A smartly dressed woman with short hair and a white bandage on her hand was standing a few meters behind her.
This woman has neat short brown hair, wearing a white shirt, a black jacket, and tight, light white high-waisted jeans, which highlight her slender legs. Two kitchen knives similar to kitchen utensils are tied to both sides of her calves.
"Don't be nervous, I am a survivor here just like you." The woman smiled bitterly, stretched out her hand and pressed down, trying to calm Yang Songyu down a little.
Yang Songyu stared at her.
Slowly put down the hand wrapped in silver metal.
Suddenly, she lowered her head suddenly and drank heavily. Sweat dripped down her temples and chin and continued to drip to the ground.
"This is the third floor. After one person dies, nothing should happen in a short period of time. It is considered safe."
The woman's tone was full of exhaustion and helplessness.
She slowly walked to Yang Songyu and sat down directly on the ground, ignoring Wen Shenmin's body lying on the bed.
"Is he a Primordial?"
"Um...."
Yang Songyu nodded slightly. At this time, her eyes and pupils were tightened, and her whole body was in a tense state.
Even if this woman acts harmless and seems to be a survivor like herself, she will never take it lightly.
"My name is Enna. I've been here for a while." The woman didn't look ugly, and her appearance could be rated sixty points among ordinary people. However, the blood stains on her face made her look particularly embarrassed, like a refugee.
"We've only been here less than two hours ago..." Yang Songyu took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
If Teacher Wen is dead, then Enzo will probably be in trouble. In this desperate situation, he doesn't even know what he is facing.
And I am just an ordinary future energy user who has not yet graduated.
"Not bad."
Enna tried her best to smile.
"As long as you don't disobey its orders and arrangements, it's easy to survive here."
Her smile was forced, like someone who has been frightened for a long time and twitching the corners of her mouth in an effort to comfort others.
"It? Who is it? Are we safe now?"
Yang Songyu couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"It's a safe time now, don't worry." Enna confirmed her guess.
"As for it... you can make an appointment to have a detailed chat after you go out."
"After you get out? What do you mean?"
Yang Songyu was slightly startled.
"Literally."
Enna took off two kitchen knives from her legs and threw them on the ground.
"This thing is no longer needed. It's probably because of your accident this time that the safety time started earlier.
I'm leaving soon, please pay attention. My phone number is 24461562. If it's from another area, remember to add 0 in front."
"Wait, you..." Before Yang Song could finish his words, his eyes suddenly spun.
Everything in front of her was like countless colored condiments thrown together and mixed.
The countless colorful lines and patterns made her dizzy, and she couldn't help but close her eyes soon.
"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu??"
Someone seemed to be pushing her.
Yang Songyu suddenly opened his eyes.
She was standing in front of the gate of Yongxing City Energy Bureau.
Wen Shenmin and Enzo were right in front of her, both looking at her with strange expressions.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Xiaoyu."
Wen Shenmin asked in a low voice.
Yang Songyu suddenly came back to reality and looked at Wen Shenmin with wide eyes.
He...isn't he dead?!
And Enzo!
She suddenly looked towards the timid boy, her gaze so intense that the boy trembled with fear.
"Sister Xiaoyu...you...what are you looking at me for?"
Enzo shrank and felt a little hairy.
"No...it's fine." Yang Songyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said something inexplicable.
"Are you really okay? Xiaoyu." Wen Shenmin frowned and asked again.
"It's okay." Yang Songyu forced out a smile.
But everything she had just experienced seemed to be vivid in her mind, and it was so real that it was beyond her imagination.
She can even still clearly remember the phone number that the woman named Enna gave her.
That number seems to be engraved in my mind, and I can never forget it.
"It's okay. You've been distracted since we patrolled the suspicious location last night. Did you not get a good rest? If it may affect your work tasks, you have to mention it in advance."
Wen Shenmin warned.
It seems that he is the real Wen Shenmin, not someone else pretending to be her.
Whether it's his tone, attitude, or the little details and movements on his body, it all shows that he is who he is.
Likewise, Enzo on the other side is exactly the same.
Yang Songyu asked him a few things that happened in the past, and he answered fluently.
This made her feel slightly relieved.
Entering the Source Energy Bureau, apart from the original energy users and assistants, the rest are logistics and intelligence personnel.
And the funds allocated every year are almost the same as those of the police station.
The benefits are good, the work is easy, and the social status is high. This kind of job is a good place that almost everyone wants to get into.
Soon, Yang Songyu and Wen Shenmin separated and sat directly in their seats, absently looking through some intelligence documents on the table.
Looking at the landline phone on the table, the white and yellowish landline keyboard has the numbers on it very clear.
Yang Songyu suddenly remembered the string of numbers he remembered before.
Somehow, she reached for the phone and hesitated.
The finger still pressed the phone number in the memory gently.
It's dawn.
Lin Xin stood in front of the supermarket door, looking at a piece of paper in his hand inexplicably.
Just now he was happily destroying the load-bearing wall of that weird supermarket.
The next second he went straight to daylight and arrived at the entrance of the supermarket.
There was a lot of people around, and there was a lot of people going in and out of the supermarket.
The hot and dazzling sunlight shines down from above. From night to day, there is no deviation at all.
"Is this... expelling me?"
He was feeling a little unhappy.
He originally planned to just smash and destroy it all the way up. When he got to the third floor, he might be able to discover some anomalies and the truth.
But now, the other party has sent him out directly. It will not be so easy to catch clues next time.
"But...there are still ready-made clues."
Lin Xin raised his head and glanced at the name of the big supermarket in front of him.
'Red Home'
This is the name of the supermarket.
Lin Xin carefully observed the entire supermarket door.
I walked around this three-story old building.
Behind the building, there was a guard room in a residential area. Soon he found a place that might have clues.
In the guard room, a wrinkled, bald old man wearing a security uniform was holding a radio in his hand and carefully adjusting the channel.
There seems to be a volume problem with the radio.
From time to time, he would raise his ear to listen carefully.
Lin Xin glanced at the yellow marks between the old man's fingers, then turned around and went to a nearby shop to buy a pack of plum blossom cigarettes.
Go directly to the door of the guard room and knock gently.
"Is something wrong? Young man?"
The old man's hearing was still very good, so he turned to look at Lin Xin.
"Sir, please ask me something. It's about this Red Home Supermarket."
Lin Xin gently pushed the plum blossom cigarettes he bought onto the table beside the uncle.
The old man glanced at the cigarette and his expression calmed down slightly.
"What's the matter? Just ask me. I, Lao Jiang, have been here for forty years and I know everything about everything around me.
Ask for information, you have found the right person!"
Lin Xin showed a harmless smile.
"Sir, I would like to ask, has anything major happened to this Red Home Supermarket before?"
"event?"
"Well, just like murders, accidents, and other major events." Lin Xin narrowed the scope in detail.
"Oh, this. A lot of people have asked me about this before." The old man said, "This red home was built by a foreign owner. The business was very good at the beginning, but then something happened.
The boss had no choice but to continue his business, so he sold it to others.
The boss who took over renovated the place and made it what it is now, and business gradually improved."
"Something happened? What happened?"
Lin Xin asked further.
"It's a lawsuit over human life."
The old man said lazily.
"Can you tell me what the lawsuit is about?" Lin Xin felt keenly that there was something going on here.
The old man glanced at him.
"I heard that a child died inside, but I don't know the specific reason. Many people came at that time.
The police, white uniforms, black uniforms, bits and pieces, and a lot of media, but what’s strange is that there are so many media, but no news is broadcast.”
"Is that so?" Lin Xin changed a few more angles and asked the old man if there were any other important matters.
The old man answered with certainty that this was the only thing that could be regarded as a life-threatening matter.
This made Lin Xin very confused.
If it were just the ghost of an ordinary child after death, it would be impossible for him to have such great power to separate time and space and isolate everything.
What's more, it can send a powerful being like him in and out instantly.
You know, the greater the mass and the higher the energy level of something, the greater the consumption required.
It's like a conveyor belt. It's easy to put a pound of stuff on it.
If you put a hundred tons of stuff on it, the conveyor belt would be crushed.
The gap between Lin Xin and ordinary people is even more horrifying than a pound and a hundred tons.
That's why Lin Xin was curious and interested in how the other party teleported himself.