A dazzling flash light lit up in the dark night.
The man below obviously didn't expect Gu Mian to come back with such a move, and he was caught off guard and shook his eyes.
The original proud expression on his face no longer existed, but turned into an unexpected surprise.
After he came to his senses, the man looked up angrily, but at this time there was no one at the window. From this angle, he could only see the chandelier on the ceiling.
"What the hell? What is this white thing?" The fat man stared at the camera screen in Gu Mian's hand and exclaimed.
Gu Mian also looked carefully at the camera in her hand.
This photo makes the face of the man below look very ugly, but that's not what a few people care about.
I saw a white shadow almost clinging to the man's back, as if trying to get into the tent behind the man.
This white shadow looks so fast that it is almost a virtual shadow on the camera.
It seemed to have noticed that Gu Mian was taking pictures, and turned its head to aim at the camera.
It was a face that was very familiar to several people, with dark eyes, pale face, and wrinkled skin. Not long ago, this grimace was behind the window of the building opposite.
The fat man stared at the grimace in the photo and took a breath: "Is this thing... approaching us?"
"Even a blind person can see it." Gu Mian replied.
It used to be on the building opposite, but now it's downstairs from them.
Chu Changge narrowed his eyes: "What I care about is that if its mission is to kill Gu Mian, then why not do it directly? It has been watching us for many days, right?"
The fat man hesitated for a while: "If I were a ghost, I would be tasked with assassinating the doctor..."
At this point, the fat man paused again: "Then I choose to commit suicide."
"The ghost below is different," Chu Changge said: "It came for Gu Mian from the beginning. I guess it must have other preparations for not attacking now."
"Then why did it enter someone else's tent..." the fat man muttered.
Fatty immediately knew why the assassin who came to assassinate Gu Mian had entered his tent.
He got out of bed with a scream.
A harsh female scream sounded downstairs, and then the fat man heard other noisy sounds, including men's shouts, chaotic footsteps, and the cry of children.
These sounds mixed together gave Fatty a headache.
He actually wanted to sleep in the cage again, but hearing the increasingly louder sounds below, he felt that he might not be able to sleep in the cage this time.
At this time, Gu Mian had already arrived at the window.
The rest of the house is not very good, except for the large windows, which look bright and bright.
Normally, the three of them wouldn't feel crowded when they gather together and peek down.
The fat man walked quickly to Gu Mian: "Doctor, what's going on next?"
In fact, there was no need to ask. He saw the situation clearly as soon as he walked over.
A group of people in military uniforms arrived here at some point and surrounded a tent below.
That tent was exactly where the middle-aged man lived. Last night Gu Mian photographed that there was a ghost in this tent.
Several people who looked like doctors carried a rack and carried a disemboweled corpse out of the tent.
There were people around who looked a little panicked. Women and children had already crowded to the outer edge. Some people screamed in horror after seeing the corpse. This was the culprit who woke up the fat man.
"What the hell?" The fat man stared at the body on the stretcher with numbness.
Because they were looking down from above, they could see very clearly. They saw that the belly of the corpse had a big hole, even the intestines were exposed, and even the internal organs inside could be seen.
Gu Mian recognized that face, it was the man he stared at back into the tent yesterday.
There used to be five people living in that tent, but now one is dead and four are dead.
These four people have been taken away by the army, as if they want to ask questions.
Immediately afterwards, people in military uniforms began to maintain order, trying to calm people down.
The fat man scratched his head: "This thing should be here to assassinate the doctor, right? Why did it happen that he was blind and killed the wrong person?"
Gu Mian looked at him: "You look like you want me to be killed by a killer."
Fatty: "..."
Chu Changge stared downstairs: "The event starts at seven o'clock tonight. I think something will go wrong among us."
I have to say that Chu Changge's premonition was indeed very accurate.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon that day, four hours before the event started, someone knocked on the door of Gu Mian and others' rooms.
It's a group of people wearing police uniforms.
In the past few days, Gu Mian had only seen the army, and at first she was a little uncomfortable seeing the police.
The policeman didn't do any ink at all. When someone opened the door, he immediately started asking questions.
"Although this is a special period, we still have to do the work of maintaining order." The leading young police officer said.
The fat man politely invited people into the living room.
But because the sofa in the living room is too small, it cannot seat so many people, and the fat man is a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, the police comrades didn't mind and said it didn't matter if they stood still.
"A deceased person appeared downstairs this morning. Do you know this?" The leading police officer looked at them.
Gu Mian nodded: "I watched him being carried out."
When he said this, he paused again, and then compared the length: "My intestines are almost falling out, it's so long."
The fat man stiffened when he saw the questioning policeman's expression.
Then the policeman spoke again: "The other people in that tent have been taken away by us. According to their confessions, it seems that you have conflicts with them?"
"How can there be one?" Fatty said: "I don't even know the names of those people down there."
The leading policeman nodded and did not refute, but asked the next question.
Probably because the current social situation is different from before, these policemen just asked some cursory questions and left, with no intention of inviting them to sit in the station.
Fatty expressed some surprise at this: "Are all police investigations so weak now?"
"Otherwise, do you really want to sit in the bureau?" Gu Mian looked at him.
Chu Changge said: "There are too many people here, and there is a lot of friction. If we really want to take care of it, we can't take care of it, especially this kind of case where even the murderer is not clear. Now the police don't have that much free time to investigate the case."