This conversation sounded to be polite to each other, but Mu Anqi felt a little warm for some reason. She turned her face to the side, and the cloak wrapped her whole body. She didn't know whether the sudden rise of heat was brought by the cloak or from the bottom of her heart.

The rain gradually eased, the sound of the crackling on the umbrella gradually weakened, and Mu Anqi gradually calmed down. Leaving the alley is a deserted street, and there is no way to get out. The only thing that stands out is this old-fashioned residential building.

This old-fashioned residential building is not high, it looks like a seven-story building. Mu Anqi observed the outline of this building. Even on a rainy night, it was black as a whole, like a large black cocoon. Countless grievances and evil spirits turned into black silk threads wrapped around it, just looking at it, it felt eerie and terrifying, and the back was cold.

"Let's go." Ji Huaichu put away the umbrella, and the black umbrella in her hand turned into yin and dissipated in the next second.

Only then did Mu Anqi realize that the rain had stopped.

Looking at the still dark and depressing sky, she stepped into the building behind General Ji.

There are two households on the first floor. The doors of rooms 101 and 102 are opposite to each other. The stairs are also made of concrete. There is no elevator. It just goes all the way to the top floor of the seventh floor, and there are no other stairs for people to walk on.

There are no lights in the dark corridors, but in front of every door there is a voice-activated light bulb that I don't know if it was installed by the community or by myself. It can be turned on with a stomping, and it is still a pale light.

"Do you know how this kind of exploratory Black Mirror Vortex is going?" Ji Huaichu seemed to be in a good mood. She walked to door 101, reached out and knocked on the door lightly. No sound came out. Ji Huaichu moved his wrist a little and smiled at Mu Anqi, "It's very simple."

Mu Anqi stared at her blankly, and after smiling, Ji Huaichu's hands gathered a cloud of black yin. Under the envelope of yin, she smashed the door lock with one punch, and smashed the door with one kick. kicked away.

"..." It wasn't until Ji Huaichu walked into the room that Mu Anqi calmed down and quickly followed. This knowledge point... Should she still remember it?

The room was empty, and the furnishings were very simple. Mu Anqi also saw the takeaway bag that had not been thrown away. But...the room was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Mu Anqi looked at Ji Huaichu, General Ji raised her chin slightly at her, and Mu Anqi quickly checked the strangeness of this room.

First is the bathroom. Everything is fine in the sink, everything in the shower...the floor drain in the shower is clogged with strands of hair? Mu Anqi remembered some "cases", her face changed slightly, she quickly went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, and tried to hook out the hair that was blocking the floor drain. The hair is long, female hair. Judging from the decoration of the house, the shoe rack at the door and the decoration of the bathroom, the owner of this house should be a male who lives alone. Mu Anqi picked up a large clump of hair, which was placed on the floor of the bathroom, dyeing the nearby water a light red.

Mu Anqi suddenly remembered the black garbage bags in the garbage can. She walked quickly to the kitchen and found the pressure cooker and broken mixer, there were many bone cutters in the kitchen, and a large chainsaw in the bedroom of the house. Mu Anqi looked carefully, and the saw teeth were even stained with uncleaned flesh and blood.

No no no, on the ceiling! She had actually missed the ceiling, which had dried blood on the ceiling of the room. Some parts of the walls were obviously repainted.

Mu Anqi rummaged through the wardrobes, lockers, and refrigerators, but found no stumps in these places. But when she opened the bedside table, she found a thick stack of photos in the drawer.

The photos are all women, middle-aged women and young women, students who look only in their teens, and mature women in their thirties and forties. The backgrounds of these photos are very simple. It's all night. The women in the photos are all tied up. Some of them can clearly see the wounds on their faces and bodies. Their expressions are either fearful or desperate, and some are unwilling and resentful. There are a series of date numbers behind each of these photos. , it is obvious when the murderer committed the crime. In addition to such a set of photos, there is also a set of photos of these women strangled by wires, the background is still in a taxi.

Mu Anqi couldn't bear to look at it any longer, she just hurriedly skipped it, but after more than a dozen such photos, photos of the victims being dismembered appeared unexpectedly.

The corpse was dismembered, the blood stained the floor tiles, and some of the more obvious organs were taken out and put aside. Almost every corpse in the photo is a display like this. Mu Anqi saw the murderer's bad taste from this pattern, and she couldn't help but think of the monitor lizard. Mu Anqi was a little disgusted. She put away the photo, and probably understood what the driver at the alley had done.

Why is there no one in this room? Because the driver went out.

Mu Anqi suddenly felt that she should fire more shots instead of letting that guy die so easily. But she quickly thought of the countless pairs of hands clinging to the driver. In the end, the driver was torn, strangled, and divided by those hands. The owners of those hands... Probably these victims. Thinking of it this way, they could be considered to have taken revenge themselves.

Mu Anqi closed her eyes and sighed. But at this moment, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow approaching, almost instinctively, "Fu Xing Gaozhao" blurted out, Mu Anqi took a closer look, it was actually the hair she just hooked out of the floor drain! There was even blood and scalp on it. This hair stagnated in the air for a second, and I don't know if it was randomly moved, maybe it just stopped? Mu Anqi didn't have time to think about it, she raised her hand and fired two shots at the hair. The special ghost bullet hit it, and a black mist spread out. Mu Anqi seemed to hear the woman's screams in her ears.

...the hair is gone.

Mu Anqi pursed her lower lip, she quickly went to the bathroom to take a look, and the clump of hair really disappeared. She returned to the living room, looked at General Ji, gave her the stack of photos, and said her thoughts.

Ji Huaichu took the photos, looked at them one by one, and every time he put them down, the photo ignited a puff of black smoke and disappeared. It wasn't until the last photo disappeared in Ji Huaichu's hands that she walked to the door, "It's time for the second one."

As soon as he arrived at the door of the second household, Mu Anqi heard a weak cry for help. Ji Huaichu knocked on the door as usual, but this time she did not resort to violence and waited in place after knocking on the door. After almost two or three minutes, the door was opened.

A pale-faced man clutching his abdomen looked at them with trembling body: "Help, save me..."

Ji Huaichu didn't speak or act. Looking at the man's expression, Mu Anqi couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

"That bitch, that **** is crazy, she's going to kill me, kill the child... I, I resisted, and the daughters were stabbed by her if she didn't save... I..." The man made a sound at this time Choking in pain, the fine beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked at the two people at the door and stretched out his hand to ask for help: "Help me, call the police, 120..."

Mu Anqi never thought that she would hear the words "alarm, 120" in the Black Mirror whirlpool. She looked up at Ji Huaichu, "General?"

"Go in and have a look." Ji Huaichu counted the time. If it was before, she should have been killed on the fourth floor. Where would she be listening to ghosts full of evil thoughts and quibbles here, listening to what these guys did. but now……

Ji Huaichu looked at Mu Anqi carefully took out his pistol and walked in, and his expression relaxed a little. It's not bad to explore the vortex at a slow pace like this and clear the level step by step.

Little Money Tree is a complicated girl, sometimes soft-hearted and kind, but not without stance. Little Money Tree obviously has a clear bottom line and her own cognition. After crossing that bottom line, she becomes firm and decisive, not indecisive or sentimental. This is good.

However, when he saw Mu Anqi complaining about the victims or being angry, Ji Huaichu had a little secret thoughts. Occasionally, she would think: what would happen if the little cash cow saw her past?

If Little Money Tree entered the game before her black mirror vortex dissipated, and entered the black mirror vortex that belonged to her...

What will she do?

Ji Huaichu wanted to know.

Unfortunately, not if.

The strong smell of blood invaded Mu Anqi's nose. As soon as she stepped into the living room, she was shocked by this human tragedy. One of the two young daughters fell on the sofa and the other on the ground by the window. A lot of blood poured out between the necks of the two, dyeing their clothes blood red. The two daughters also had stab wounds on their arms and bodies, as if they were slashed when they escaped and resisted. As for the crazy woman the man said, she also collapsed by the wall at the entrance of the master bedroom. She held a kitchen knife tightly in her hand, but several knives were hit in her abdomen, and her arms, arms, and back were also stained red with blood. , the whole person has become a blood man, and he has died at this time.

Human tragedy.

Mu Anqi opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. Was it the dead woman who killed her two daughters and stabbed the man again?

"The wound on the man's abdomen, stabbed with a sharp knife."

Mu Anqi suddenly thought of the knife at the man's feet at the door. It was a bone-cutting knife for slicing bones and meat. The front end was also pointed, and it was also the kind of pig-killing knife commonly found in street vendors.

"This, this vortex..." Mu Anqi pursed her lower lip, she seemed... heard of these, these cases? Mu Anqi looked at Ji Huaichu, "I, the case in room 101, I seem to have seen it before, it was 'The Butcher in the Rainy Night', and this... seems to be a case too, it's about the husband murdering three wives and daughters in a row, at the end He stabbed himself, and wanted to use this to frame the murder of his wife, but in the end he died of his injuries... In the end, it was found out that he was the one who killed him."

Why? How could she actually see the case she heard about in the whirlpool? These cases seem to have caused a sensation, and Mu Anqi also accidentally saw it while surfing the Internet.

Mu Anqi was a little shocked. Of course, she knew that the formation of the Black Mirror Vortex was evil, and everything happened in the past. But when he actually saw the case that he had heard about, Mu Anqi was still shocked.

"What do you think should be done?"

"I think..." Mu Anqi clenched the gun in her hand. She hurried to the door and found the man dying on the ground. Seeing her approaching, there was still hope in his eyes, and he reached out to her. "save--"

"boom."

A headshot.

"I think... I should do this." Mu Anqi said in a low voice, "Before he can't breathe, kill him."

The author has something to say: the source of inspiration is written in the text, so I won't be verbose.

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