Shen Xing did not hang up the phone, but took two steps forward again, getting slightly closer to the male corpse.
At this moment, he discovered that there was a group of irregular ink stains covering the mobile phone placed next to the man's ear, which was strange.
But after he got closer, the ink stain disappeared into the sheets and disappeared.
Bang, the sound of the other party's phone hanging up was heard next to my ears.
Shen Xing looked over and saw that the cell phone placed next to the body had been hung up. The body was still the same as when he went out just now, with eyes open and mouth wide open, looking at the ceiling above.
Shen Xing raised his head and looked at the place where he first found the ink stain. There was nothing there.
At the same moment, a black ink stain appeared from under his feet.
Silently and without any warning, the thing climbed up the side of the bedside table near the wall.
Shen Xing was still looking around carefully, paying special attention to the bed, under the bed and the ceiling.
The ink stain stuck to the wall, bounced off and stuck behind him.
Shen Xing became alert and turned around immediately. He saw a dark mass coming toward his face. He had no time to react and subconsciously grabbed it, using all his strength with his fingers.
Unexpectedly, after grabbing this thing, it turned out to be extremely slippery. It quickly slipped out from his fingers and still rushed towards his heart.
A cold and biting feeling suddenly occurred. Because his body was strengthened, Shen Xing's back, shoulders and chest suddenly showed a layer of black film, as densely packed as if it were covered with small branches.
The next second, the ink stain near the left heart gave out a dull, strong impact.
There was a muffled thud, and Shen Xing's body swayed, but he did not move. Instead, he held on forcefully under the protection of the black film.
He could clearly feel that the moment just now was like an adult holding a knife in both hands, rushing in from a distance, and then stabbing him hard in the heart.
After the impact, the mass of ink stains exploded instantly, and smaller ink stains flew everywhere, never to exist again.
Shen Xing moved his upper body. Except for the heavy blow he could feel just now, he didn't feel any discomfort now.
He reached out and touched his chest. The protective film of the black tendons had faded away, but there were no wounds on his body. It seemed that the strange ink stain was silently trying to attack him by self-destruction, but was blocked by the protective film of the black tendons.
Now it seems that Zhang Shu on the other end of the phone can speak because of the ink stains. This should be another form of abnormality. It is very strange and seems to have its own thoughts.
He immediately opened his special eyes and spent some of his mental energy to look around the room. He looked through this bedroom and other rooms, but found no abnormal red aura.
Of course, Shen Xing is currently not sure whether all abnormalities will appear as red aura under the gaze of his strange eyes.
After all, there are only a handful of anomalies that have come into contact with now, and it’s really hard to say whether there are any exceptions.
Back in the living room, Shen Xing took out his phone and called Li Naijing, telling her that the person he was investigating had died a long time ago, and that he had also encountered an abnormality just now, and there was no other discovery at the moment.
From the phone call, it sounded like Li Naijing was trotting and talking a little breathlessly. After saying a few words to Shen Xing, she was still looking back to talk to Zhao Wenbo.
Shen Xing listened carefully, and there seemed to be something that said: He finally ran out.
After hanging up the phone, four ordinary police officers rushed over not long after. These people seemed to have received the instructions in advance and did not enter the house to check. Instead, they set up a cordon at the door, blocked it, and began to collect fingerprints and footprints.
Looking at the twisted living room door lock, one of the police officers asked Shen Xing: "Is this door lock broken when you came here?"
Shen Xing took out a small iron rod with a sharp front end from his backpack and shook his head: "No, I only pried it open after reporting to Sheriff Li Naijing."
The Sheriff nodded and said in surprise: "Your strength is quite impressive!"
The four people kept wandering around the living room and other rooms without even setting foot in the master bedroom where Zhang Shu's body was until Zheng Ruijun arrived.
Shen Xing was waiting outside. Zheng Ruijun had just recovered from anesthesia and his face was still a little pale. He entered the bedroom alone and came out about half an hour later.
Frowning slightly, Zheng Ruijun didn't speak. He was silent for a long time, and then he said to the Sheriff who came one after another: "You can go in to investigate the scene. It is defined as a home invasion, robbery and murder."
After saying that, he took off the gloves he was wearing, pulled Shen Xing and left the room. He stood in the corridor outside, lit a cigarette for himself, and took a long drag.
This corridor is an internal space, and you cannot see downstairs or outside. The voice-activated lights will go out after a while, and the two people start talking and stamping their feet at the same time.
"Old Zheng, are you okay? You were discharged from the hospital so soon." Shen Xing asked with concern.
Zheng Ruijun raised his arm, and saw a piece of medical tape stuck to the back of his hand. There was a piece of white cotton wool in the middle of the tape, which showed that he must have been receiving infusions not long ago.
"I didn't wake up until the next night." He shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Then you still smoke? You must be careful." Shen Xing also smiled and said, "By the way, this tree is tied to the bed by its limbs. Looking at it like this, it shouldn't be abnormal."
Zheng Ruijun said: "Well, it's man-made."
"But he does have that kind of shame under his neck that I saw last time at Song Xiaoyu's house. What's going on?" Shen Xing asked curiously.
"What else did you find when you came here just now?" Zheng Ruijun did not answer, but asked instead.
Shen Xing replied truthfully: "It's a mass of something that looks like an ink stain. It seems to be alive or controlled by something. It attacked me just now."
Zheng Ruijun was a little surprised. It seemed that this was the first time he heard such a thing. He asked, "How did you attack?"
Shen Xing guessed: "It should be ready to penetrate my body, but I was prepared in advance. I wore rubber gloves, pinched it, threw it to the ground, and exploded."
"Are those on the wall and on the floor what were left after the explosion?" Zheng Ruijun asked.
Shen Xing nodded: "Don't look at me because I am thin. In fact, I am born with supernatural powers. When it comes to exertion, few ordinary people can match me."
Zheng Ruijun looked at him in surprise, then looked at his arm.
Shen Xing said this deliberately for a purpose, otherwise he would have more contact with people from the investigation team in the future and would not be able to show his strength to a certain extent.
At least let them trust themselves more.
Zheng Ruijun lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "This matter has exceeded the scope of our team's ability to handle it. When I get back, I will report it to the superiors. They have more information than us."
"Brother Zheng, what are you suspecting?" Shen Xing asked with a frown.
"This case is most likely man-made." Zheng Ruijun pondered: "The abnormality you mentioned should also be related to the person who tied up Zhang Shu. According to regulations, there is unified control over this kind of thing. We only need to report it. Wait for instructions from superiors, or let them investigate. At most, we can just cooperate with the investigation."
