There was a flash of cold light, and Li Hui's straight knife came forward.
"Ding--"
Two cold lights met, the sound of metal collision sounded, and the figure was blown away far away.
Wang Jin raised his gun and fired. Amidst the flying wood chips, the figure dodged with a strange scream, and then disappeared in the corner of the third floor.
"You can see clearly, it's a rag doll."
Li Hui's goggles flashed, and then she said to Wang Jin.
"Hit in the arm, but not too serious."
After hearing Li Hui's words, Wang Jin nodded, and then fell into deep thought.
The rag doll just now was holding a bloody fruit knife in its hand, which was the same as the suspected murder weapon in the oil painting.
"In other words, the rag doll just now was chubby."
"Hiss—I have to think of a way to kill him."
Wang Jin touched his chin and thought about countermeasures as he moved forward.
Walking up the shabby stairs, the scene on the third floor came into Wang Jin's eyes.
"The first floor is the living room, the second floor is the bedroom, and the third floor is the utility room?"
Wang Jin glanced at the layout of the third floor.
There is not as much space as the first and second floors. The third floor is only a dozen square meters and is full of debris and dust.
There is a locked room on the right side of the third floor. I don't know what is inside.
What concerned Wang Jin was the table not far away.
There were several half-burnt sticks of white wax on the table. In addition, there were several deep scratches, which seemed to have been made with a knife or something.
Wang Jin has seen this table twice in oil paintings. The first time was when Ah Zi celebrated her birthday, and the second time was when Ah Zi died and other children asked for a painting.
Of course, if it was just a table, Wang Jin wouldn't care about it. What is eye-catching is the red shadow under the table.
Hongying hugged her legs and hid under the table. She seemed to have heard Wang Jin's footsteps and was trembling non-stop at the moment.
"Hello?"
Wang Jin asked Li Hui to hold the door, then walked to the girl and squatted down, asking softly.
"Go away!"
The girl's voice was hoarse and sounded creepy.
"I'm not here to hurt you. Look, I don't even have a weapon."
Wang Jin spread his hands and told the girl that he had no ill intentions.
"Go away! Go away!"
The girl shouted hysterically and trembled even more.
"well."
Wang Jin saw the girl's deformed right leg, then shook his head and took two steps back. He didn't ask until the girl calmed down a little.
"Are you Azi?"
The girl did not speak, but suddenly raised her head, revealing a thin and sad face.
The next moment, Hongying suddenly emerged from under the table and stabbed Wang Jin's throat with his sharp nails.
"Wang Jin!"
Just as Li Hui wanted to come over, Wang Jin raised her hand to stop her.
Ah Zi pierced Wang Jin's surface skin with her nails and then stopped suddenly, as if wondering why this man didn't move away.
"Tick."
Blood flowed from the wound on Wang Jin's neck, but Wang Jin remained motionless.
"My name is Wang Jin and her name is Li Hui."
Wang Jin pointed at himself and then at Li Hui at the door.
"We are here to protect you."
Wang Jin's expression was unusually serious, and he spoke to Ah Zi in a low voice.
Ah Zi tilted her head, and her nails pierced Wang Jin's throat bit by bit, passing through the skin, puncturing the blood vessels, and sliding up and down the trachea.
"follow me."
"Don't worry, no one will bully you from now on."
Wang Jin still did not resist, and even the ability to contact and suppress was useless.
He is trying his best to gain Ah Zi's trust.
Azi was a child who died due to bullying, and Wang Jin didn't want to hurt her scarred heart with lies anymore.
"Trust me, okay?"
Wang Jin looked sincerely at Ah Zi's eyes that were covered by her hair, and his voice was low and powerful.
Ah Zi's hand trembled slightly, and then she pulled it back, but her eyes were still staring at Wang Jin.
"If I make you suffer, you can kill me at any time, and I will not resist."
Wang Jin still stood there with his hands hanging down, ignoring the blood that was flowing.
After a moment, Azi's figure disappeared in a flash, leaving a faint "go away" in the air.
"call--"
After Ah Zi disappeared, Wang Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're so messy, she's so weird."
Li Hui puffed up her cheeks and took out the bandage from Wang Jin's backpack and began to bandage Wang Jin's wound.
"Ha ha."
Wang Jin smiled bitterly twice and then said.
"This is what I want to do, walk between the world of humans and monsters, and maintain a balance between the two."
Li Hui curled her lips and said, "Master said that the job of the Regulation Department is to explore the way for the Suppression Department and prepare for the containment of Guaitan."
"ha."
Wang Jin shook his head and made no excuse.
After a simple bandage, Li Hui helped Wang Jin stand up.
"It's time to go take a look at that room."
Wang Jin pointed to the locked room.
The pen fairy who has not shown up so far, the rag doll that has been hiding, and the disappeared Azi, everything will be answered in this last room.
"Also, we have to find a way to kill the male corpse in this room."
After holding my breath and listening, the footsteps of the male corpse gradually became clearer.
Wang Jin knew that he didn't have much time left for him.
——
"嘤嘤!嘤嘤嘤!"
In a dark corner, a two-star black one was holding hands with two other two-star black ones, muttering something unknown.
"My boss's house is quite big. You are welcome to come and play. When you are tired, you can just go to bed."
"What do you think?"
One of the black ones, whose neck was held, tilted his head and said to the other black one.
"I think it's weird. He sounds like a very strange person. Ignore him."
Another little black one whispered.
"My boss usually helps some gangsters whose homes have been demolished. It doesn't matter if you don't want to come. If you want to come, the boss's house has a lot of delicious food. You can eat whatever you want."
The little black hugging the two blacks showed a kind smile.
"嘤嘤!嘤嘤!"
The little black guys continued to communicate in Yingying.
——
"Click."
Li Hui poured something onto the lock, and then the lock opened quietly but quickly.
"Zhiqua——"
The wooden door was pushed open, and the dust that hit their faces made the two of them breathless.
Wang Jin used a flashlight to shine inside the house. The house was not small, but there were very few items. The only items were small cushions placed in the corners, and there were not even the most basic furniture such as beds and chairs.
"Tick tock, tick tock——"
Something sticky was dripping from the roof. Wang Jin looked up and realized that this extremely dilapidated house had a piece of the roof missing.
Drops of black liquid were continuously hitting the ground, and even a small crater had been made on the floor.
Empty and dilapidated.
Wang Jin could not imagine that this room was actually for people to live in, until he saw a pair of small crutches placed in the corner.