The blood-stained feathers of the dead white dove fell to the ground and hung upside down on the spikes. A night of frost and snow accumulated on the broken wall. It seemed that the screams coming from a distant place could be heard.
The dark figure was walking on the deserted street. Tolle Claes was walking slowly. The furious night wind ruffled his hair, but he still lowered his head, feeling nothing, as if he was thinking about something.
It was a male's head, which had been cut off in a very cruel way. Although the discovery was reported back, the woman could not explain it easily for some reason. The decision to temporarily detain it made Tolle Clais He was very dissatisfied, but it was a decision from above and it was hard for him to say anything.
There was a faint pain from the wound on his neck, and every time this happened, blood would ooze out uncontrollably.
"Is the wound still healed?"
Toler Kress was a little strange. The gauze felt a little wet to the touch. Under normal circumstances, even if the dressing was not changed, the wound should have healed after such a long time.
The wind blowing directly hit him on the face, which made him feel a little painful. Thinking about it carefully, the man's face seemed familiar to him.
It seems that I have seen it somewhere before.
As he walked, before he knew it, Toler Claes was the only person left in the entire street.
Suddenly, a sound came from the darkness, like someone knocking over a cardboard box, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Toler Kress stopped. He turned his head and looked into the dark depths. Something seemed to be moving there. He reached for the gun behind his back. This was a weapon that a police officer should have.
"Meow~"
But it was just a meow, and a black kitten ran out of it.
Halfway through, he turned his head, glanced at Toler Cress, and called him again.
"It turns out to be a cat."
Only then did Tollecress feel relieved and stopped moving forward. The movement he originally wanted to explore also stopped. Probably a few steps away from him, the kitten turned its head, as if it heard something. After calling him, he ran back again.
No longer caring about the cat, Toller Claes continued on his way home.
It was still the same time as usual. Toler Claes was sitting on the bed. He didn't hear the familiar sound of the door closing for a long time. He looked at the clock on the wall again and confirmed that his neighbor would not go home past this time.
He stood up again, packed the gun on the table, put it on his waist, put on his coat, and then carefully opened the door.
It was a dim corridor, and any movement in the quiet night would be magnified exponentially. Everyone was immersed in a beautiful sleep, unaware that Toler Claes had arrived at the door next door.
First, he lay on the door and listened secretly for a while. After confirming that no one was at home, he quietly knelt down and took out the prepared lock picking tool.
Most policemen have some skills like this. Toller Claes paid attention to the movement in the corridor and listened carefully. It was not until the "click" sounded that he opened the door lock.
The first thing that hit him was a familiar smell. The smell of blood made him feel a little uncomfortable, and it also rang the alarm bell in his heart.
The moment I open the door,
He saw the blood all over the house, and the scene was more horrifying than he imagined. He could even deduce from those traces how tragic a battle had occurred here.
All the furniture visible to the naked eye was stained with blood. A body tied by an iron chain lay softly on the broken sofa. A mark made by an unknown weapon was carved into the walls and ceiling. It was caused by blood loss. The pale woman's face was still resisting until the last moment before her death.
"this is……"
Seeing the same face appear in the room, Toler Cress couldn't help but take a step back and thought of the woman he saw next to Jiang Chenchuan. The hairs on his body stood up, and cold fear crawled down his spine throughout his body.
Jingle Bell--
The phone rang, so terrifying in this quiet and weird night.
Tolercress subconsciously wanted to escape, but when he backed away, he remembered his identity.
He is a policeman. If even he shrinks from the incident, who can deliver justice and find out the truth?
Even if the truth was too weird for him to accept, he would still do it, but at this moment, he could finally understand why the old policeman who had taken him there said:
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"What on earth is that... a ghost..."
Tollecress had difficulty understanding the existence of a woman, and now looking at her body, he felt infinite fear.
Jingle Bell--
The ringing was still noisy, as if it would continue to ring if Toler Claes didn't answer.
Slowly moving towards the phone fixed on the table, Toler Claes was unsure, but if the other party could call him so accurately as soon as he entered the room, then there must be someone who was observing. Watching every move in this room, or perhaps, always paying attention to his every move.
After hesitating for a long time, Toler Cress decided to answer the phone.
"Hello."
The harsh ringtone interrupted, finally returning the silence to the night.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, only some rustling noise could be heard.
"Tell me, who are you? Are you the murderer of the two people in the house." Toler Kress asked unceremoniously.
But the silence remained, and Tollecress waited for a long time before he heard a woman's voice coming from the other end of the phone.
"If you don't want to die, leave here as soon as possible and don't see other people within seven days, otherwise..."
She paused.
"Who the hell are you? Are you looking at me."
Toler Kress looked around, holding the gun tightly with his other hand, trying to find the woman in the room or outside the window.
However, the result disappointed him. The woman was not near him. He only saw the woman slowly bringing her mouth to the receiver.
"Otherwise, your whole body will fester and die. Where to start... Let's start with your neck, officer."
Through the phone, the woman's gentle laughter came, the tone was like joking with Toler Cress, but the content was extremely cruel.
The phone was shaking slightly, as if something was crawling along the line.
"Similarly, if you stay here honestly for seven days, the injury on your neck will be completely healed. Everything is your choice."
Along with the woman's words, a mark slowly appeared behind Toler Kress's ear. It was a broken scar, carrying the terrifying power of a spell.
Volume One.
The first chapter of the night: Sonata.
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2022, autumn.
The drizzle of rain fell from the gray sky, lightly drenching the city streets.
It's autumn, and from time to time you can still see pedestrians without umbrellas hurriedly passing by with their hands on their heads.
In the narrow military-civilian alley, there was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, sitting opposite an old man under the awning next to the supermarket concession stand.
The whole world outside the awning is gray, and the ground has been turned light black by the rain. Only the ground under the awning remains a dry area, as if there is only this piece of pure land left in the whole world.
An old wooden chess board was placed in front of them, and above their heads was a red 'Flying Supermarket' sign.
"General," the young man Qingchen stood up after saying that, leaving the old man with thinning hair sitting blankly.
The young man Qingchen glanced at the other person and said calmly: "No need to struggle."
"I can still..." the old man said unwillingly: "We have only gone down to the thirteenth step..."
In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation where he had lost his armor in thirteen steps.
Qingchen didn't explain anything. The murderous intention was revealed on the chessboard. It was the last moment of Tu Qiong Dagger's view.
The young man has a clean face and clear eyes. He is just sitting there wearing a simple school uniform, as if the world around him has been purified and transparent.
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The old man threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard, abandoning it and admitting defeat.
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