In fact, they didn't even plan to sleep and were prepared to carry it all night. Huang Lang sat on the bed and played with the small wooden sign found in the room. There was nothing on it except a strange symbol.
Huang Lang looked left and right but couldn't see any clues, but when Yang Zhengjie took it over and took one look at it, he said: "Isn't there just the word 'mother' engraved on it? What's so interesting about it?"
Only then did Huang Lang discover that what was engraved on the wooden sign was indeed the word "mother" turned ninety degrees. They didn't think much about it, thinking it was a local custom, an amulet for children or something like that. After all, that was
It is also very popular to paste the word '福' upside down.
Nothing happened in the first half of the night. Huang Yue couldn't bear the sleepiness, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.
Then he was awakened by a burst of laughter from a woman and a child. When Huang Lang saw that Yang Zhengjie had gone to the toilet with his dick, he couldn't see him at all. Only Huang Lang was sitting alone in this room.
, but the laughter seemed to come from the window.
At this time, Huang Lang gritted his teeth and stood up, wanting to go outside to see what was going on. Huang Lang was always very courageous, not to mention that he wondered whether that guy Yang Zhengjie was deliberately scaring him outside, or else it was the people from the neighborhood committee who were deliberately trying to scare him.
Scaring them outside, trying to make him look embarrassed.
So Huang Lang opened the door with a big stride and walked out. I don't know when it started to fog outside, and the night was miserable all around, and he couldn't see the distance.
A two-story old-fashioned western-style building is brightly lit not far away. From time to time, women's laughter can be heard, and there is also the vague sound of the old-fashioned gramophone playing sweet hair with the old flavor of this city.
The greasy singing voice is like a woman using her nasal voice to act coquettishly to you.
Huang Lang has always hated this kind of singing, but these sounds can usually only be heard in movies and TV shows. At that time, Huang Lang was still thinking about who the hell stayed up late at night and was still watching TV so late, and the sound was still
It's such a big deal, it's nonsense! I was shocked. Huang Lang looked at his watch. The locally made, well-known brand and excellent quality mechanical watch he had just bought in this city had stopped at ten o'clock.
At the position of the clock, Huang Lang muttered, Damn it, the watch is also bad! He was about to go back and continue to sleep, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. He didn't seem to see this small western-style building during the day?
This is a workers' new village built in the 1960s. They are all gray tube buildings painted with cement. Where can there be such a small western-style building with such a strong flavor of the old society?
Thinking of this, Huang Lang really felt a little shuddered. But his legs seemed to be out of control as he walked towards the small foreign building.
Huang Lang saw that the ground was covered with blood, which could be regarded as a river. At least seven or eight people had lost as much blood as their whole bodies. Huang Lang swallowed dryly and vomited, and gathered the courage to continue walking.
The ground felt sticky and slippery, and it was extremely uncomfortable to walk on. When he thought that he was walking in a pool of blood every step, and would leave a bloody footprint with every step, Huang Lang's throat began to feel itchy. He had already felt it.
This scene seems familiar, but I can't remember it.
Huang Lang went up to the second floor and felt like he had walked into the palace. Under the huge glass chandelier was a table covered with white napkins. The surrounding decorations were extremely luxurious, which made Huang Lang, a country man, dumbfounded. Except
He has never seen such a luxurious house in movies and TV shows with his own eyes, and how could things in movies and TV shows be as shocking as what he saw with his own eyes?
But at the same time, Huang Lang felt that everything in front of him was more familiar. But he still didn't think of it. Huang Lang approached the dining table and saw something that should never appear on the dining table!…
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There was a greasy smell of blood in the air, but he probably smelled it so much downstairs that his senses became dull. Huang Lang didn't smell the smell of blood until he saw the woman's severed arm on the dining table.
Covered with a snow-white napkin and silver cups and plates, under the gorgeous glass chandelier, is a broken arm of a woman. The arm is slender and graceful, and the skin looks extra white because of the blood drained out.
, the five fingers are as long as green onions, and the nails are covered with bright red nail polish the color of impatiens. Just looking at this arm, I can already think of how beautiful and moving a woman with such beautiful arms must sometimes be.
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However, such a beautiful woman had been brutally dismembered. The thought of a group of well-dressed human-faced beasts devouring a beautiful female corpse here made Huang Lang want to vomit!
However, at this time, the laughter of women and children came to his ears again. Huang Lang turned around in fear, but saw nothing. When he turned his head, he found a man sitting at the dining table, and this man
He was out of place in a room filled with the luxurious flavor of the Republic of China, because he was wearing an old-fashioned Mao suit that only some rural elderly people still wear. He was sitting at the dining table with a smile, looking at Huang Lang!
Huang Lang's sweat suddenly flowed down, and he subconsciously touched his waist. Unfortunately, they were here for training this time and did not bring guns at all.
"No, don't move!" Huang Lang stammered, not only in fear, but also in excitement. If he could catch such a crazy criminal, he would have done a great job!
The man in the Chinese tunic suit didn't pay any attention to Huang Lang's words. He just smiled and asked, "How are you doing? Does this place feel familiar to you?"
Familiar? Huang Lang was reminded by this sentence and suddenly thought that all the scenes were so familiar.
The blood-stained ground, the laughter of women and children, and the severed hand of the woman at the dining table... were clearly what the old police officer had told me about the previous case.
Huang Lang's cold sweat soaked his back again, and this time he was truly scared. Could it be that he had gone back thirty years ago, or..., he asked in a trembling voice: "Are you a human or a ghost?"
The man in the tunic finally laughed: "Of course I can't be a human being. What do you think I am?"
"F*ck!" The anger inspired by fear made Huang Lang explode. He picked up a chair and swung it over, with the sound of howling wind. If he hit someone on the head like this, at least it would be like a peach blossom.
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However, Huang Lang, who was full of anger and fear, was caught by the Chinese tunic suit with one finger: "It's useless, you can't hurt me at all?"
Huang Lang blushed, but he couldn't move the chair, as if it was stuck to the fingers of his Mao suit.
At this time, suddenly the whole house shook. It was an earthquake. Huang Lang was surprised and prepared to go outside with his tunic suit on. The shaking became more violent and almost made him jump...
Things are not going well, and it will take several days before I can go back. My archives... are being updated due to vomiting blood, please collect and comfort me!