Outside the door, the patrolman's voice became louder and louder: "Open the door, open the door, I've called the officer, why don't you open the door!"
Lin Fenghuo wiped the blade and said coldly: "I'll open the door for you after I kill the guy inside."
The stairs leading to the second floor seemed to be very long. Lin Fenghuo walked for a long time without reaching the room upstairs. The blood spread down the stairs little by little. Half of the ground on the first floor had already been dyed red, exuding a strong bloody smell.
gas.
"break!"
Lin Fenghuo shouted softly, and the long knife in his hand drew an arc in the air. At this moment, the blood-stained long knife was emitting a strong black air. Every time the long knife swayed, it would remain in the air.
An evil aura lingered for a long time, and before long, Lin Fenghuo's whole body was surrounded by black aura.
As the long knife fell, a crisp sound sounded from behind Lin Fenghuo. Just like breaking the restriction of the long knife before, the thing that fell in the room this time was replaced by the candlelight that had been hanging at the top instead of the glass.
The moment the tip of the knife was inserted into the stairs, Lin Fenghuo took advantage of the situation and jumped up in the air. In just a few breaths, he reached the second floor. The blood flowing through the stairs in the house also stopped flowing at this moment.
Slowly walked back towards the second floor.
When he was on the first floor, the second floor seemed very big, but when Lin Fenghuo stood up, he realized that the second floor was actually just one room, with a staircase directly connected to it.
Looking up and down, there was a large gap on the top and bottom of the door on the second floor, about two fingers wide. The blood that spread all over the floor flowed out from the gap below.
Everything else was the same. The stairs were overflowing with blood again. Lin Fenghuo opened the door and stood with his back to me.
It turns out that "Police Patrol Eleven" was also in the house, but the two patrol officers seemed to see each other and were minding their own business.
Lin Fenghuo took a step back, and when he lifted it up again, he felt a sticky patch of blood. Unknown to him, I stepped on this extremely thick piece of blood.
Looking in the direction of the blood, there was only a box at the end.
The scene inside the door was completely reflected in my eyes.
"What's he doing here?"
There was also blood everywhere under the door.
Suddenly, Lin Fenghuo tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
As I expected, it was wrong. He had the same unfamiliar appearance, the same young policeman, and the same waistband without a government badge.
Unexpectedly, Lin Fenghuo's heart skipped a beat.
Before the next two experiences, I wiped the blade of the blade, white air condensed on the tip of the blade, and used the corner of the blade to pry open the seemingly tight door.
But on the other hand, the person behind Lin Fenghuo seemed to have heard a knock on the door. He looked inside the house and asked Lin Fenghuo to wait upstairs.
Lin Fenghuo frowned, and then a clear chill appeared on his face. He tightened the handle of the knife in his hand. Suddenly, his figure was wrapped in thick white air. A moment ago, the entire house was enveloped in white air. Lin Fenghuo
The figure turned into night, and in a few moves, he moved to the side of "Patrol Eleven" who was the first to retreat.
Did he commit violence violently, or did he show his full face? It was as if nothing had happened. He still said the same words and saw the same blood stains.
The voice inside the door was exactly the same as the patrol on the seventh floor, and it became slower and slower.
Lin Fenghuo touched the handle of the knife at his waist and looked warily at the man downstairs.
At the moment when Patrolman "Eleven" went downstairs, Lin Fenghuo followed closely behind him and rushed downstairs. Perhaps the illusion of the stairs had just been broken, so when Lin Fenghuo went downstairs that time, there was no
I haven't walked around like this for a long time since I showed up.
"Don't move where he is, close the door, and you can go out alone."
"Why are you still out..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a white blade flashing behind his eyes. The sharp blade instantly cut open the flesh and blood of "Patrol Eleven", creating a huge crack in his body. Blood gushed out, and his face
His side was twisted and ferocious, as if he was enduring some severe pain. Even so, he didn't look panicked, and even had a smile on his lips.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The blood that originally spread to half of the ground on the first floor returned to its original state at the moment when "Patrol Eleven" retreated.
Lin Fenghuo looked at Patrolman Eleven silently, with a strange color flashing in his eyes. Without saying anything, he turned around and went upstairs with his knife.
Patrolman Eleven, with his back to me, seemed to be casually observing the scene inside the house.
"Open the door, open the door. Why did you open the door after calling the officer?"
But the long knife in his hand had already penetrated a little deeper, and white energy emerged from under the blade. At that moment, a strong evil energy filled the entire hall.
Lin Fenghuo had not touched the door with his hand. Although he knew that he had been pulled into the illusion of the soul, since the illusion was still broken, something would definitely happen next.
As soon as the voice fell, he saw him rushing downstairs.
I walked towards the door in a roundabout way, and before the knocking on the door stopped, I reached out and opened the door.
Still waiting for Lin Fenghuo to think carefully, the voice of Patrolman Eleven suddenly reached Lin Fenghuo's ears, which brought his thoughts back instantly. Just as Lin Fenghuo was about to say something, there were slow knocks on the door upstairs.