The ball-like thing rolled all the way to de Gaulle's feet. De Gaulle felt his heart stopped and backed away in fright.
The headless girl stood there without falling, as if whether she had a head or not made no difference to her.
The shadow with its back to de Gaulle suddenly raised its hands and rushed forward to strangle de Gaulle's neck!
De Gaulle was knocked down and almost fell. He raised the muzzle of his gun and fired violently at the headless monster in front of him. It wasn't until he had emptied six bullets that he felt the muzzle of the gun being fired into the air, and the headless girl in front of him mysteriously disappeared.
Already...
De Gaulle's heart was almost frightened. He leaned against the damp wall and kept panting. His mind had not yet recovered from the scene just now.
But at this moment, he heard another strange sound.
The sound came from behind, not far from the previous cubicle. It sounded like the squeaking sound of a constantly swaying chair.
Elderly ladies like to sit on comfortable seats that can rock. With the slight swing, they can easily fall asleep.
But this sound, to de Gaulle's ears, was simply like the soul-killing sound coming from hell. His most fearful and frightening past deep in his memory was forcibly awakened by the creak of the shaking chair.
With trembling fingers, de Gaulle turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.
Sure enough, he saw a slightly swaying rocking chair, and the...thin woman sitting in the chair.
A certain cold feeling mixed in the blood and spread throughout de Gaulle's body. He stared at the woman in disbelief.
"M...Misty?"
De Gaulle called out a name, and the woman sitting in the rocking chair suddenly faced him and opened her hands, as if expecting his hug...
In the dark tunnel, the man who had always been rational and shrewd walked towards the woman as if driven by some mysterious force at this moment.
What he didn't notice was that on the mud behind, a pair of feet stepped into the water-filled mud puddle and were slowly approaching him.
Sharp blades flashed through the darkness, and the danger was very close to de Gaulle, but his attention and thoughts could no longer be separated from the woman on the rocking chair.
The surrounding darkness is like a life-devouring demon, and will eat him up in the next second.
At the same time, a hoarse and unpleasant voice whispered softly in the darkness.
"You are meddling in too many other things... Mr. Detective..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp and smooth weapon stabbed de Gaulle's leg hard from behind. The severe pain prompted him to immediately wake up from his confused state and fell to the ground screaming.
He quickly touched his injured right leg and howled miserably. There was no rocking chair or woman anywhere in front of him. Those were all hallucinations!
The gas lamp had fallen to the side, and de Gaulle could not reach it. He could not see clearly who was attacking him from behind, but he knew that the murder weapon was something similar to a fruit knife!
Sudden!
Something pounced on de Gaulle's chest and stepped on the clothes on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
De Gaulle knew that it must be the "thing" that attacked him, and he tried his best to throw the opponent off.
Only dark outlines could be seen in the darkness, and a burst of permeating laughter came from above. De Gaulle gasped. He could almost feel that the guy in front of him had raised a half-foot-long sharp knife and was taking aim.
own heart!
gun!
My gun!
De Gaulle raised his gun and fired, but he found that the bullet had been empty in his hallucination before he could load a new one!
The time left for him to fight back was just a moment, and the murder weapon in the black shadow's hand fell on de Gaulle's chest in the next second!
It’s over!
De Gaulle seemed to feel the call of death, and he was about to die unknown in this dirty sewage pipe.
However, at this critical moment, de Gaulle's eyes somehow saw countless densely packed thin lines in the darkness, outlining some strange structures.
Those structural lines are like the blood vessels of a person or object, which can also be described as nerves. When intertwined with each other, the outline of almost everything in this space is clearly displayed in front of de Gaulle's eyes.
Although he didn't understand what was wrong with his eyes, de Gaulle saw the sharp knife that the other party stabbed into his chest from the intertwining of these thin lines!
At the same time, an unbearable and intense pain stimulated his brain. De Gaulle shouted, and his pupils strangely turned into two, as if they were split.
In an instant, the structural line of the sharp knife in front of him suddenly broke, and the murder weapon that stabbed him instantly shattered into blades and scattered down, cutting de Gaulle and the thing pressing him.
The two of them almost let out a cry of pain at the same time.
De Gaulle's chest relaxed, his breathing gradually became faster, his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and the tearing pain in his brain became more intense.
In the end, he only heard a confused and frightened voice fading away.
"Damn...there's something in this guy's eyes! Ah~~!"
…
At Renekton Police Station, Victor sat outside the temporary prison, staring at the beautiful lady inside who had changed into a thin prison uniform.
She is Gina Langster, the murderer of Tom Ross, who also admitted to killing Mrs. Salsa's child.
Victor spent some money and asked de Gaulle's police chief friend for help, and then he got an hour of meeting time.
The woman in front of him is young and beautiful, and has the dignity and devout religious accomplishments of West Asian women similar to Victor's previous life, so it is difficult to connect her with a murderous demon.
Regarding the other party's description of the crime, Victor had already learned from de Gaulle. The reason why he met with the other party today was just to see what kind of person the surrendered murderer was.
"You have been staring at me for a long time, sir. Do you want to interrogate me?"
Being silent all the time will always arouse the other party's suspicion, but Gina actually spoke first.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Victor chuckled lightly and asked her: "Don't you recognize me?"
After Gina heard this, she observed Victor carefully.
"I've probably seen you before, but I don't have a deep impression of you."
Victor shrugged: "It doesn't matter, we have only met once before anyway, but I still remember you. You deceived us back then."
After hearing this, Gina finally remembered who the other party was.
"You are with that detective."
"Yes! That's right, congratulations on remembering it."
"So what are you doing?"
Gina looked at Victor's face coldly, without the slightest hint of worry. She didn't look like a prisoner trapped in a prison. Instead, there was a trace of confidence in her brows.
confidence……
Why is she so confident? Is there anyone willing to pay a huge price to protect her?
"Did you know?" Victor patted his sleeves, stood up, and paced in front of the iron fence, "Xia Keluo doesn't trust you. He thinks you are lying, so he will continue to investigate."
Gina smiled slightly: "Oh? Really? What about you? Mr. Detective."
"It's hard to say before I met you, but after I met you, he and I had the same idea..." Victor also answered the other party with a smile, but his tone already showed fierce murderous intent.
This feeling made Gina shudder. It took her a moment to realize that this sharp hostility came from the young man in front of her.
"It's a pity... He is destined to find nothing. It's not just bullets that kill people, but also curiosity..." Gina said if she was referring to something, which made Victor frown.
boom!
Victor patted the fence softly, but it made a heavy sound.
"What are you expecting, Gina Langster? Don't you know that the Berkeley family will definitely not let you live. You can't wait until the day of trial..."
Gina made a long hum in her nose and smacked her tongue.
"Of course I know, Mr. Detective, but..." she said, smiling at Victor again, "but tomorrow and accidents are always unpredictable. Why don't you ask Mr. Dutch what he is thinking now?
