Psychologist Mu Jianyun was good at analyzing the minds of all criminals. Of course, the female ghost was no exception. It should be known that ghosts were just human transformations and could not be separated from the scope of psychology.
"Alright, everyone be quiet. We have to think of a way to get out now, or we'll be trapped here.”
As the captain, Han Hao still needed to stabilize the morale of the army at the critical moment. In fact, his heart was very complicated now. He had always been materialistic since he was young. He did not expect that there would really be ghosts in this world. This made him unable to accept it for a moment.
"Do you think that the female ghost will go back when it's dawn? I remember hearing from the old people when I was young that female ghosts don't run out during the day.”Yin Jian stuttered for a long time before he could catch his breath. It was a beautiful childhood. When he was young, he actually listened to his grandmother tell stories. They were all stories from fairy tales.
If Qin Feng was here, he would definitely tell him," Brother, you should go to sleep. Don't you know that fairy tales are all lies?”
Han Hao nodded. This made sense. He had heard of this saying before." Why don't we do this? Let's surround each other now. No one should fall asleep. As long as we find traces of the female ghost, we'll shoot. This way, it should be better to last until dawn.”
The other team members all agreed. It seemed that this was the only way now. They were only police officers, not Taoist priests. How could they have any other way to deal with the female ghost?
" Drip, drip, drip." A strange sound came from the surroundings, as if someone had not closed the water pipe tightly, revealing the sound of dripping water.
A trace of suppression was added to the air. Han Hao and the others looked nervously in front of them, afraid that they would miss something. However, after looking for a long time, their eyes were sore, but nothing happened.
The few of them looked at each other and could not help but relax. Who knew that at this moment, they would hear the sound of footsteps. The sound was getting closer and closer, as if someone was walking towards them. The few of them who had originally relaxed their hearts once again tightened.
In this cycle, they were sometimes nervous and sometimes relaxed. Han Hao and the others were already on the verge of collapse. In a dark corner, Fang Lei in white quietly watched everything that was happening. The corners of her mouth curled up into a playful smile, just like a cat catching a mouse.
That's right, she never wanted to kill these people from the beginning. She just wanted to make them mentally break down. Of course, this was not the last straw to crush them.
Didn't the police always flaunt justice? But if the police did something illegal, would their conscience be condemned? "Since justice can't be served, then let me transform into a demon and judge those evildoers who escaped from the law. There are too many unfairness in this society. The law can't punish these evildoers at all. I'll give them a taste of their own medicine."
Don't think that just because you have money and power, you can do all kinds of evil! If you do more injustice, you'll die! The heavens were watching. It was not that the time had not come yet! The demons would come to judge the sinners!
Fang Lei floated there infatuatedly, her mind constantly recalling the memories of him, but soon, her expression was painful as she muttered,"You gave birth to me before I was born, I gave birth to you before you were born, you gave birth to me before you were born.
You gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you before you were old. I hate that I can't live at the same time, and I'll be good with you every day. I was born before you were born, and you were born before I was old. I am far away from you on the horizon,
you are separated from me by the sea corner. I was born before you were born, and you were born before I was old. She turned into a butterfly to look for flowers, perched on fragrant grass every night.”
His voice was mixed with endless resentment. This was Fang Lei's favorite online novel when she was alive. She originally thought that she would not use it on herself, but she did not expect that she would be separated from him forever. If only she had met him earlier.
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On the seventh floor of the hospital, Luo Fei stood dumbly in the director's office, not knowing what to say.
Liang Yin, on the other hand, was more excited. Her eyes kept wandering around the bodies of the dead, especially Zhang Ning, who had been cut into pieces. It was really God's gift of art to the human world! It's so beautiful!"
Luo Fei looked at Liang Yin's expression and smiled bitterly. She was already dead, yet she was still talking about art. What was wrong with this girl's brain? Compared to this, Luo Fei frowned and looked at the naked female corpse covered in blood. The gunshot wounds on her body looked like they were caused by a police gun.
"Liang Yin, did you find anything?”The meticulous Luo Fei didn't dare to continue thinking. He was afraid that he would guess the truth. In the past, he might have enjoyed the fruits of victory, but now.
"Uncle, can't you see that I'm admiring the art of death? "These things are really amazing. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something that humans can make." Liang Yin's voice was still mixed with excitement.
"Wait, did you hear something?”Luo Fei suddenly interrupted Liang Yin's words and strained his ears as if he could hear something more clearly this way.
Liang Yin tapped on the door." The sound should be coming from outside." She was naturally sensitive to special sounds. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why she liked the art of death.
" Let's go and take a look. Maybe they're here too." Luo Fei had not expected this. He had no idea what was going on here, but he was sure that it was haunted.
The two of them walked out of the room and followed the sound as they paced in the dark corridor. They could vaguely hear a strange sound, as if someone was reciting a poem in the dark. However, this was too strange. Who would recite a poem in the middle of the night?
After walking around a few times, the voice still lingered in their ears, but the two of them did not find anyone." Uncle, do you think we will meet that dirty thing?" Although Liang Yin liked the art of death, she was still a girl. How could she not be afraid of ghosts?
I'm sorry, everyone. I've been a little excited about writing the last few chapters, so I might have been a little delayed. I'll correct it later. Once again, thank you for your support.
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