Ninety-seven: People and death who are short of jinshaoliang

After the two arms came together with a clear sound, the feeling of weakness disappeared. Chen Qing took off the clothes on his shoulders with a white face. Needless to say, the quality of the coat was really good. Jiang Wan tied her arms and stepped down hard three times, but only a few shallow marks were left.

There was nothing to say about his pale face. It would take at least a while to turn rosy again. He shook his arm that regained control and cast his strange eyes at the dead body beside him.

This thing is very powerful, but it is not so powerful that ordinary people cannot handle it. Have Zhang Lan and the others encountered this entity?

He thought for a while, she must have met him.

It was after the encounter that the words that awakened the two of them were left behind.

They walked forward for about six or seven minutes. When they reached the end of the second floor, a trolley with wash buckets was lying across the middle of the road.

It has a mop stuck on it, as if the user had just left for a while.

Chen Qing's eyes hesitated, but the movements of his hands did not slow down. He stepped forward, stretched out his fingertips and touched the end of the mop. He pinched it, and then raised his hand. He looked at the dye on his fingertips. I put some black-red liquid on my nose and sniffed it twice.

"Is it blood?" He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wan with doubtful eyes. Seeing Chen Qing's appearance, she immediately took off the purple light equipped by the superintendent from her belt and illuminated it.

She pressed the switch, and the bright purple color spread all over the floor. As the light fell, Chen Qing and Jiang Wan's expressions began to become serious.

In front of them, the wall blocking the end exuded an unusual luster, and large traces of it glowing blue under the purple light were clearly visible.

Most of the liquids were in the middle and lower floors. They sprayed near the ceiling and then splashed onto the water pipes...

Chen Qing's eyes followed the blood and finally stopped at a point where the wall and the water pipe intersected.

About three meters above the ground on the wall, at the top of the second water pipe from the bottom, the splash of blood was obviously blocked by something.

He could clearly see that the water pipe at the top should be stained with blood sprayed on it, but most of it was clean.

He turned back and took two steps back, took a deep breath, then sprinted forward, stepped on the middle end of the first water pipe, and grabbed the top of the second water pipe.

He groaned, grasped the water pipe close to his chest with both arms, and shouted loudly: "Help! Help push! Come on..."

He gritted his teeth, but before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wan had stepped on the water pipe next to him and jumped onto his head.

Chen Qing's eyes were dull for a while, and then his weak fingertips could no longer hold on, and he fell to the ground with a snap.

"Tsk. This guy from the police station..."

He sighed and then asked Jiang Wan, "What did you see above?"

She lowered her head and looked down at the unobservable scene below the ground. After a moment of hesitation, she said to Chen Qing: "We found someone."

"Have you found someone?"

After about half an hour of stimulation, Zhang Lan barely woke up from her coma. She squinted her eyes, and her whole body became thinner. Her lips were already a little white due to long-term dehydration, and on her body, the pain in her abdomen A wound has been affecting her. Although the wound has been bandaged, the blood and corrosive fluid that continues to seep out have soaked into the bandage and stained the clothes.

She was lying on Jiang Wan's leg, looking a little more energetic after the wound was replaced with a new bandage. She looked at the two people in front of her, her tense expression relaxed a little: "You guys came so slowly..."