Chapter 220 When did it come
The cry was low and not high-pitched. The one crying hiding in the room was a man.
Ning Zhe clicked his tongue, and the banging on the door behind him gradually became quieter. It seemed that the evil ghost couldn't open the iron door and looked for other ways to get closer to him.
Taking advantage of the ghost's detour, Ning Zhe pushed the door of the lounge. It was unlocked. However, the moment he pushed the door open, the crying in the room suddenly stopped.
The room was pitch dark, and the moonlight cast a small fan-shaped light at the door along the door that Ning Zhe pushed open, illuminating the coffee table, tables and chairs in the lounge.
Ning Zhe casually touched the light switch on the wall next to the door.
Click, the lights are turned on, and the furnishings in the room are clearly visible. There is nothing fancy in the prison guard's lounge, just a sofa and coffee table for drinking tea, a wardrobe for hanging uniforms, a few recliners, and a TV that is usually used to watch surveillance, but now has a black screen.
Ning Zhe stood by the coffee table and looked to the right. The crying sound just now came from the direction of the bathroom.
"Woo, woo..."
The low sobs were suppressed with all their strength, but they did not disappear completely. The thin voice seemed particularly clear in such a silent night.
Ning Zhe thought for a while, stopped, and the facial features under the mask quietly changed.
In the lighted lounge, only the low and hoarse cry of a man could be heard intermittently, sobbing painfully, as if he had been greatly stimulated. Ning Zhe stood there without moving, as if nothing had happened, and as if everything had happened.
The LED lights on the ceiling cast a cold white light, and there was nothing at Ning Zhe's feet, not even a shadow.
His shadow left.
Ning Zhe stepped back and turned off the lights, turning the room into darkness again, hiding his traces in the darkness.
A dark two-dimensional figure stuck to the floor, blending into the darkness in the lounge, and slipped into the bathroom silently.
The man's cry became clearer as the distance got closer. The tiles on the bathroom floor were wet. The thin silver moon shone from the blinds, illuminating a twisted figure sitting on the toilet. , he covered his face with his hands and cried in pain.
"Woo, woo..."
Judging from the uniform on his body, the man hiding in the bathroom crying was a prison guard, but his uniform seemed a bit too big, and his shoulders were His shoulder pads were hanging loosely, and his fat trouser legs covered the uppers of his shoes. His rickety back looked very thin. A whimpering sound came from his face buried in his arms. His thin palms tightly held a handful of openers. Safe pistol.
What happened? Ning Zhe looked at the prison guard crying in the bathroom wearing ill-fitting clothes with some curiosity.
Before he could observe further, a muffled thud suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Ning Zhe's thoughts.
Ning Zhe, who was standing by the coffee table, suddenly came back to his senses. He walked to the door and looked outside. He saw a corpse with his head down and feet up standing stiffly on the basketball court. A pool of bright red blood spread under his head, and there was another pool of blood not far behind him.
Spots of blood extended from the other side of the basketball court, and the evil spirit attached to the corpse followed Ning Zhe's trail and jumped all the way over.
Boom——
It jumped forward again.
Ning Zhe turned around and left without hesitation.
The moment he jumped up, his body transformed into a black and white magpie. However, the identity of the magpie only lasted for less than a second before he changed back to his human form again. Ning Zhe's body remained The inertia of his flight landed on the roof of the bungalow, and he ran away without any pause.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [ohhhhhhhhhhh..."
The prison guard hiding in the bathroom cried softly. Ning Zhe was like a parkour master in the collection, moving around on the roof of the prison, climbing over walls and walls, and the corpse that could only rely on its head to beat was soon left far behind.
But it was no use, no matter how many times he threw the ghost away, it was useless, the ghost would not get tired, the ghost would not get tired, the ghost would not die, the ghost would not stop.
No matter how far you throw it away, the immortal ghost will chase after you sleeplessly until you run out of energy, until you are exhausted physically and mentally, until you die.
This is an endless world, this is an endless pursuit.
Ning Zhe jumped up and turned into a bird, jumped over the high-voltage barbed wire, and landed at the door of the blood-stained cell.
The blood-stained stretcher fell to the ground, and several prison guards lay on the ground in a mess, lifeless. This is where the ghost first killed people.
There was a lot of people in the cell. The alarm had been ringing for a long time. All the prisoners were so disturbed that they could not sleep. They were shouting and making noise in the cell. Continuous pushing and insults mixed with the sound of metal collisions came from inside. , noisier than the all-night alarm.
Ning Zhe knelt on one knee and turned over the stretcher on the ground.
A very ordinary stretcher, with two sticks and a few pieces of cloth, stained with someone’s blood, and nothing else suspicious about it.
Looking at the corpse of the prison guard lying aside, the pupils were dilated, breathing had stopped, and the warm body temperature had just started to cool down. The heart in the chest was motionless. It was lifeless. It was a very ordinary corpse.
After a brief inspection, no suspicious injuries were found on the bodies of the deceased. So far, Ning Zhe had seen very few people killed by ghosts with external injuries.
But the absence of trauma does not mean that there are no other clues.
The shadows of people killed by Ye Yao will be incomplete, the shadows of people killed by special orders will be missing, and the people killed by Tai Yi's substitute will also disappear in the social circle in the process of having their identities taken away by Tai Yi. There are suspicious clues left in it. As long as these clues are found, it may provide a basis for cracking the rules of ghost killing.
But Ning Zhe didn't see anything suspicious in these people.
“It’s completely impossible to tell what the cause of death of these people was...”
Ning Zhe held up the collar of a prison guard and brought his lifeless pale face close to her.
"Strange...but I can't tell what's strange."
He could feel that there was something weird and abnormal in these corpses, but no matter how carefully he observed, he couldn't find it. Identify the source of that 'feeling of abnormality'.
Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, limbs, body, heartbeat, body temperature... Every part of these corpses was extremely normal, but together they gave Ning Zhe an extraordinarily abnormal feeling.
Looking closely at the pale dead face, Ning Zhe felt even more abnormal.
I know there are abnormalities in these corpses, but I don’t know what the abnormalities are. I don’t even have a clue...
"Wait a minute, why did the criminals in the cell suddenly become quiet..." Ning Zhe put down the body and stood up warily.
Looking up, I saw a stiff corpse with its head down and feet up, standing upright at the door of the cell.
"Old Li? When did you come?"
(End of this chapter)