Chapter 8 Blood Mist
"What if that shadow... is really a strange thing?" 0401 asked worriedly.
"If it is really a weird thing, report it to the Investigation Bureau and ask them to send a 'hunter'." Captain Huang said, "But the premise is that you have to make sure that the thing is really a weird thing, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, what will happen?" 0401 asked curiously.
"You don't want to know." Captain Huang shook his head with a straight face, as if he was keeping secrets about those guys called "hunters".
"Is the hunter the 'expert in dealing with strange objects' mentioned in the mission information?" Sun Hang asked.
In the only common sense he had, there was still a few words to describe the profession of investigator, but for the word "hunter", he only had one definition in his mind: "a person engaged in the hunting profession".
Obviously, the "hunter" in Captain Huang's mouth is definitely not the "hunter" Sun Hang understood.
"That's right...but to be honest, I would rather face the vicious extrajudicial thugs than deal with those things." Captain Huang sighed and said.
Sun Hang noticed that his adjective for "hunter" was "those things" rather than "those people".
The two police officers had already walked to where the figure was standing. The flashlights in their hands were shining on the ground. They saw a series of clear footprints on the floor covered with a thick layer of dust, extending to where they had just been. The direction in which the figure fled.
"Looking at the size and shape of the footprints, it seems to be that of a woman, with bare feet, flat feet, and a defective tail toe on the right foot." A police officer who is proficient in trace science quickly analyzed.
"Chase." Captain Huang's order was concise.
Everyone immediately followed the footprints and chased him. The trace science expert was there. Although there were many miscellaneous footprints on the passage, everyone never lost sight of the target. They chased him from the second floor back to the first floor, and then to the haunted house. 's basement.
During this tracking process, the sheriffs also obtained a surprising clue.
Among those messy footprints, they found the footprints of the missing trainee police officer!
"The size 38 field training boots belong to Hu Lijun." The trace science expert nodded to Captain Huang, "She ended up going into the basement and never came out."
And the barefoot woman in a robe also fled all the way into the basement in front of her.
I don't know why, but Sun Hang always feels like something is wrong.
Before entering the haunted house, he glanced at the advertisement on the wall, which introduced in detail the various attractions inside the haunted house, including the themed secret rooms on the first floor and the retro maze on the second floor, but there was no mention of them. To this basement.
"Does the haunted house include the basement?" Sun Hang raised his doubts, "Why is it not mentioned in the project introduction outside?"
"It's probably a place like a power distribution room, monitoring room, or agency control room." 0398, who has returned to normal, said, "This kind of place is not open to tourists, and it is normal not to appear in the introduction."
The entrance to the basement is a locked iron door. The iron door is covered with rust and has some dark brown suspicious traces. It is not known whether it is water stains mixed with rust or blood stains left by some creatures.
"Boom!!"
With a muffled sound, the hammer broke open the door lock. Two police officers holding riot shields directly knocked open the iron door with their bodies and rushed in with their shields raised.
The remaining police officers also drew their guns.
Ten meters away from the door, the barefoot woman in a robe was standing under a huge hanging painting, her head lowered, and she was reading something in an indistinguishable voice.
Only then did everyone see clearly that what she was holding in her hand was a retro-style oil lamp, with a weak flame swaying constantly at the end of the wick.
"Don't move!" Captain Huang shouted loudly, "Put down what you are holding! Take off your hood! Put your hands up!"
The other party ignored Captain Huang and instead accelerated his chanting speed.
A strange fragrance filled the basement, and the next second, crimson mist emerged from the cracks in the floor, instantly enveloping everyone in it. "Control her!" Captain Huang ordered.
The two magistrates holding up their shields were about to step forward, but found that their bodies seemed to be frozen in place as if they were out of control. No matter how hard they tried, they could not take a step forward.
"Huang...Captain Huang, I can't seem to move!" The Sheriff, who raised his shield, said with a hint of panic in his tone, "What's going on?"
"Is the mist poisonous?" Captain Huang subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose. He raised his pistol with the other hand and planned to shoot. But before he could pull the trigger, his wrist suddenly became weak and the entire pistol fell to the ground. on the ground.
Another police officer also tried to shoot, but something even more terrifying happened - he raised his gun and originally aimed it at the knee of the man in the robe, but just a second before pulling the trigger, He suddenly moved the muzzle of the gun towards the colleague next to him.
"Bang!"
The sound of gunshots echoed in the basement. The face of the police officer who fired the shot was spattered with the blood of his colleagues. He glanced at the body at his feet and suddenly let out a cry of terror.
Everyone in the team seemed to have lost control of their bodies, except for one person.
Sun Hang moved his wrist with some confusion, then bent down to pick up the pistol that Captain Huang had dropped on the ground.
He found that the crimson mist pouring out from the cracks in the floor kept a few centimeters away from him. Wherever he went, a human-shaped "blank area" would appear, as if the mist was actively avoiding it. Same as myself.
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Are they...afraid of me?
Sun Hang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then walked straight to the woman in the robe.
He smiled at the other person, then raised his hand and slapped the other person's face with his big dick.
"Crack!"
The sound of the collision between the palm and the cheek was extremely clear and resounded throughout the basement.
Everyone was stunned, including the woman in the robe.
After being stunned for two seconds, she said in a sharp and trembling voice: "How dare you..."
"Crack!!"
Another big dick interrupted the other party's questioning, and even the oil lamp in her hand was knocked to the ground.
The moment the oil lamp was extinguished, the blood-like mist disappeared.
"You...you...are unforgivable! He will punish..."
"Pah! Pah, pah, pah!!!!"
Loud slaps sounded one after another, and the woman in the robe was slapped back repeatedly. In the end, she had to squat down and raise her arms to protect her cheek.
"Don't...don't fight..."
Sun Hang rubbed his already somewhat red and swollen palms, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - indeed, the effects of force are mutual.
He turned around, glanced at the people who were stunned, and shouted: "What are you doing standing still? Come here and handcuff them!"
(End of chapter)