At 11:44 pm, in the suburbs of Qianjiang City, Yanjiang Road, Taiping Lane.
There were only two street lights at the entrance of the alley, one was completely broken, and the other was flickering on and off. The night was sometimes submerged in darkness, and sometimes a small dim halo of light was lit.
Under the lamp, a lone figure hurriedly passed by.
With the help of the light, I could vaguely see that this person seemed to be a thin middle-aged woman. She was holding a plastic bag in her hand and seemed to be walking in a hurry. She looked back from time to time.
The night behind him was quiet, there was no one around, not even the slightest sound of movement.
However, this kind of tranquility did not make her feel at ease. Instead, an inexplicable uneasiness arose in her heart.
The woman subconsciously quickened her pace. Fortunately, she was not far from home. A few minutes later, she arrived in front of a garage room on the first floor.
She quickly took out the key, opened the door skillfully, turned on the lights in the house, and closed the iron door behind her back.
This is a small room converted from a garage. The room is very small, just over ten square meters, and the furniture is very simple. The only decent thing in the house is the spacious bed, which takes up a lot of space.
There is a man lying on the bed, covered with a blanket. Judging from the man's appearance, he should be less than twenty years old. He has a handsome face, but his face is lack of blood and pale.
At this time, he was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and there was no reaction even when Chen Yuehong came back just now.
The lights at home were very dim. Even if the lights were turned on, the light in the room was still dim. But when Chen Yueqin saw the young man lying on the bed, the fear in Chen Yueqin finally dissipated.
"Huh!" The woman leaned against the door and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"You have to prepare Xiaofan's medicine early next time, don't forget it again." Chen Yuehong muttered to herself, then walked towards the bed.
The man lying on the bed is Chen Yuehong's adopted son, Yang Fan.
When Yang Fan was three years old, Chen Yuehong and her husband, who were infertile, adopted Yang Fan from Qianjiang Orphanage and treated him as their own from then on.
Ten years ago, Yang Fan was still a smart and lively boy with excellent grades. Even the teachers at the school told Chen Yuehong that this boy was a genius and would be at least one of the materials for the junior class of BGI in the future.
But no one expected that for such a proud man, an accident would turn Yang Fan into a vegetative state.
Just lie down for ten years!
In order to provide medical treatment for her son, Chen Yuehong sold her family property despite her husband's objection. After that, her husband also left her. Their family went from a family with a prosperous and happy life to the one where they are now destitute and heavily in debt.
A gentle look appeared in Chen Yuehong's eyes, and the anxiety in her heart calmed down.
She walked to Yang Fan's bedside, put the plastic bag aside, took Yang Fan's hand, put it in her palm and stroked it gently.
"Son, you have been in a coma for ten years, but mom believes that you will wake up soon. Mom has always believed in you."
Chen Yueqin's voice was soft but firm, just like her thin body, which looked frail but stubbornly kept Yang Fan alive for ten years.
"The weather is getting hot. Mom will help you scrub and hang some glucose for you later." Chen Yuehong stood up and walked to the simple bathroom of two or three square meters in the corner.
Just as she was getting up, there was a loud bang from the direction of the door.
Chen Yuehong turned around quickly and stared in the direction of the door with wide eyes.
I saw that the surface of the iron door was undergoing strange distortions, as if there was a powerful force outside the door, like a ball of paper, easily hitting the iron door until it was twisted and deformed!
Even though they live in a garage low-rent house, the door is made of all metal, and humans simply cannot twist such a large piece of iron plate so easily!
Suddenly, there was a bang, the iron door was too twisted, and the entire iron plate fell directly from the door frame.
Chen Yuehong looked at the door in horror. In the darkness, she could vaguely see the outline of a black figure that was even bigger than the door frame...
The figure in the darkness bent slightly, and a pair of red blood eyes slowly moved downwards, stopping at the edge of the door.
Like the eyes of a wild beast in the middle of the night, staring intently at its prey.
Chen Yuehong's mind was buzzing, and for a moment, all the incredible things that appeared on the Internet came to mind.
Looking at the iron door that had been removed, the black shadow outside the door, and those terrifying bloody eyes, Chen Yuehong's heartbeat accelerated and her legs became weak.
She couldn't see clearly what was standing outside the door, but she knew that it must be terrifying.
She instinctively wanted to scream, but at this moment, she saw the unable to move person on the bed!
There was a snap, and the only lighting bulb in the house seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and short-circuited.
The moment the light disappeared, the black shadow had easily squeezed through the door frame and blocked the entire exit.
In the darkness, a shadow darker than the night rushed towards Chen Yuehong at extremely fast speed!
After a burst of noise, the entire room was instantly filled with the strong smell of blood.
No one noticed that at this time, a pair of eyes that had been closed for ten years opened slightly. He tried to open his eyes wide, but failed, and finally closed them weakly.
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At 4:24 in the morning, two figures, a man and a woman, wearing black leather coats, stepped through the twisted iron door on the ground, passed through the collapsed door frame, and walked into the garage room.
The man is about 1.8 meters tall, with a Chinese-shaped face, short curly hair, neatly trimmed beard, and sunken eye sockets, making his sharp eyes look as keen as an eagle.
The woman is about 1.7 meters tall, with long hair, delicate facial features, fair skin, and no trace of makeup.
Wearing clothes of the same material on her body, she did not look as tall as the man next to her. Instead, she looked well-proportioned and well-proportioned. Black high-heeled leather boots made her already outstanding figure even taller and more perfect.
The man held a wooden pipe in his mouth, pressed the side of an LCD device on his chest, and said at the same time, "Qianjiang City "Scavenger" Team 12, Qin Hao, and Anya have arrived at the crime scene and started image recording.
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Then he quickly walked to the corpse in the corner, leaned down to check it out, and said into the microphone on his collar, "The victim is dead. His limbs are broken and missing. The wounds are tearing. There are three cuts on the torso from the chest to the right waist.
The parallel wounds, epidermis, muscles, and bones were all deeply cut, and it was initially determined to be scratches, and internal organs were missing."
"The victim's head is intact, and his expression is relatively..." Qin Hao stood up and frowned. After a moment of confusion, he gave a professional description, "Calm."
After checking the corpse, Qin Hao stood up, took two puffs of his pipe, looked at the destroyed entrance, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It should be from the animal world, and the guy's level is not low."
Anya said lightly, "No one heard any movement around, and we haven't found any footprints before. That guy's abilities are terrifying... His methods are so cruel, but the victim's expression can still be so peaceful. It's strange."
Qin Hao did not comment, but continued to go through the process, "Has the identity of the victim been determined?"
"Confirmed. The victim's name is Chen Yuehong, 47 years old, a convenience supermarket salesperson, and a part-time job at Shunxin Housekeeping Service Company."
"She also has a son named Yang Fan who became a vegetative state ten years ago and she has been taking care of him." Anya said while lifting the plastic bag beside the bed.
The medicines in the plastic bag are a good proof of the information she just provided.
Qin Hao looked at the plastic bag.
"It must have been when she was buying medicine for her son that she was targeted by that thing."
"Chen Yuehong has been killed, and her son who is in a vegetative state is even less likely to survive."
Anya said calmly, "I really ate so much that I didn't even have any bones left."
"Captain, how do we close the case?"
Qin Hao stood there, took two puffs of cigarette, thought for a moment, and said lightly, "Report a missing person."
"Take care of the scene first."
While the two were discussing, a voice suddenly came from under the bed.
The voice was extremely weak, low, and yet extremely cold, giving people a chilling feeling.
"Tell me... what that guy is...!"
Qin Hao and Anya looked at each other and squatted down to look under the bed.
Under the bed, a young man was lying flat on the bottom of the narrow bed!
His body seemed unable to move, but his eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears.
Anya immediately opened her watch, compared the personal information of Chen Yuehong's son, nodded to Qin Hao, and confirmed the person's identity, "He is Yang Fan."
Qin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. Even though he had experienced too many similar scenes, he could not help but be stunned by this scene.
Why can Chen Yuehong act so calm after enduring such cruel torture? Why is a vegetative person still alive?
He turned his head and looked at the bloody body in the corner, and an idea came to his mind.
It is impossible for ordinary people to escape from that thing. To ordinary people, that thing is like some kind of god. It is impossible for ordinary people to be faster than that guy!