Just as Li Qingwen wanted to violently open the door, she found that the white team gently pushed the door open.

Li Qingwen was surprised: "The door is actually closed?"

Team White nodded and stopped just after taking a step into the room.

Li Qingwen stuck her head out from behind the white team, and was also taken aback by the scene inside the room.

The thick smell of blood in the air made people almost nauseated.

In the living room were gnawed, incomplete corpses.

There is also a intestine hanging from the gorgeous chandelier in the living room.

The blood on the floor has coagulated, and the white walls are mottled with blood, like a silent plum blossom.

Team White stopped Li Qingwen: "Don't go in yet, take pictures.\"

Li Qingwen's face was pale, and it took a while for her to react, and she quickly took out her mobile phone to film the first scene.

Team White slowly walked into the living room, Li Qingwen followed behind her, and continued to take pictures despite her nausea.

The kitchen, hallway, storage room, bathroom...????. Everywhere they could see was full of blood. On the second floor, Li Qingwen covered her mouth and kept retching.

The corridor on the second floor was full of twisted corpses, with their internal organs scattered.

The corridors were filled with flies that smelled, and the smell of blood and rancidity kept pouring into the nostrils.

Even the battle-hardened old man like the White Team had an ugly expression on his face.

Not to mention that Li Qingwen, a newcomer to the special office with little actual combat experience, retched for a long time before she recovered.

Li Qingwen's voice was weak.

"Is this a massacre.????."

Team White took a photo of the corridor, put on gloves, and handed Li Qingwen a pair of gloves.

Team White crouched down and turned the nearest corpse over.

Seeing the appearance of the corpse, Team White frowned.

Li Qingwen put on gloves, endured nausea, and came over.

"Hey, isn't this the mutant alien who only eats children and absconds?"

Team White hurried to look at the other corpses.

I recognized a few of them one after another.

"Li Guoqiang, sales, Hung Kou mutated, killed one person in a row for three days, and is on the run."

?? Bai Meijuan, unemployed, with a deformed neck, mutilated eight people in five days, and is on the run. "

"Wang Dong, an employee of a foreign company, has a mutation in his right hand, and found five dismembered victims at home."

"Jiang Sheng..."

Soon, the identities of most of the bodies in the villa were determined.

They are all mutants and have committed crimes recently.

The special office has never found their whereabouts, and when they did not expect to find them, they had all turned into dilapidated corpses. Li Qingwen was shocked: "They are all members of Fenggui Shrine! So this is?..."

Team White stood up straight, his expression fluctuating.

"This is a safe house at Hogiki Shrine."

Li Qingwen opened her mouth wide.

The special office has been looking for the safe house of the Hogiki Shrine, but until they entered the villa, they could not find any.

Who would have thought that the first safe house they found was actually because of a note that someone put on Pharaoh's desk? !

"My God... (Lee's Zhao)... This person killed all the members of the Bonggui Shrine in the safe house?!"

"one person?!"

Team White shook his head: "It's not certain yet if there's only one person."

Li Qingwen patted her chest: "There should be more than one person. These mutants have become extremely powerful. How could one person destroy more than 20 people?" Li Qingwen estimated her strength.

Even she, facing the mutant aliens in this room, can only barely guarantee that she will retreat.

If it was really a person, how strong would that be?

A person suddenly flashed in Li Qingwen's mind, and she was stunned.

"No way...?...°

Team White looked at Li Qingwen, the two looked at each other, and saw the same expression in each other's eyes.

They all thought of a human class in unison.

Only he can do this.

The two spoke at the same time.

"Jun Zhong?!"?

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Chapter 140: Fear the ghost shrine [Subscribe]

But guesswork is just guesswork.

After Lao Wang learned about the situation of the villa and their guesses, the first thing he emphasized was:

\"Don't go to Yun Zhongjun!"

Team White did not speak, apparently tacitly acquiescing to what Pharaoh meant.

Li Qingwen didn't understand.

\"Why? Since Yun Zhongjun has attacked Fenggui Shrine, can't we just find him to cooperate?" Lao Wang coughed lightly and looked at Team White.

Team White understood, put their hands on Li Qingwen's shoulders, and led her out of Lao Wang's office.

Li Qingwen was puzzled: "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

The White Team took her to where no one else was before speaking.

〃Murder is a crime, we will do things according to the rules and regulations,

If this matter is really what Yun Zhongjun did, the first thing we do when we find him should be to investigate him." Li Qingwen opened her mouth and hesitated.

She knew in her heart that Team White was right, but at the same time she felt something was wrong.

Team White gave Li Qingwen a meaningful pat on the shoulder.

How could she still not understand Li Qingwen's thoughts?

In this world, everyone turns one eye and closes one eye after all.

\"Officer Wang, this is the ninth safe house found within half a month."

The white team handed over the report, Pharaoh waved his hand, and the white team had to put the report on the table. Along with the report, there are also nine pieces of paper that Pharaoh received.

The address of each 507-safe house is clearly written on a slip of paper.

For them, the safe house of the Hogiki Shrine, which had been lost to them, was just like this one after another.

Every time they arrived at the safe house, they saw a scene of corpses lying everywhere.

The mutated alien crime that sprung up like bamboo shoots half a month ago has also disappeared completely within this half month. Logically speaking, there is no need for them to worry about it, things are gradually being resolved, and Lao Wang should be concerned. .

But Lao Wang's mood at this time was unprecedentedly complicated.

"Why do I always feel that he..."

Pharaoh paused for a moment. Recently, they are very taboo to mention Yun Zhongjun's name.

"The address was only told to us after the fact. In fact, do you want the special office to help him deal with the follow-up?"

At the beginning of the accident, Pharaoh also imagined it.

Yun Zhongjun doesn't look serious, but maybe his heart is full of justice.

By now, Pharaoh felt that he was wrong.

Yun Zhongjun chased and killed Fenggui Shrine, and then asked them to deal with the scene and the corpse, and also tried every means to prevent the news from spreading and causing panic.

No matter how you look at it, Yun Zhongjun treats their special office as someone who specializes in cleaning up messes!

Team White was silent for a while, then said:

"The pros outweigh the cons...acceptable."

The old king sighed heavily.

After thinking about it, I think it is the same.

Pushing the latest report a bit, Lao Wang explained:

"It's still the same as before, handle it cleanly, and pay attention to concealment when the corpse is brought back."

Old Wang looked out the window melancholy.

The portrayal of reality that was used but could only be accepted reluctantly is probably the current special office.

After all, they couldn't even find the safe house of Fenggui Shrine, not to mention that they even broke nine safe houses in just half a month, scaring the people of Fenggui Shrine to dare not come forward. Looking at it this way, the people who are more anxious at this time should be the people of the ghost shrine.

Thinking of this, Lao Wang's mood finally became better.

The president began to lose his temper by locking himself in the office again.

The secretary chased away the person who came to eavesdrop on the door, sighed at the office door, and turned to leave. The president has time to lose his temper, but she still has a lot to deal with.

Nine safe houses in a row had accidents, and there are only three safe houses left that have not yet had an accident.

The death list reported is even more shocking.

What's even more strange is that there were no survivors in the eight safe houses that happened afterward.

(acbc) The yellow hair in safe house number 12 became the only lucky one.

It is also the main object of suspicion now.

The secretary hurried to the basement where Huang Mao was being held.

When the person in charge of the interrogation in the basement saw the secretary coming, he immediately approached her to report the situation.

"He still insisted that Yun Zhongjun let him out, and did not disclose the location of other safe houses." The secretary sneered.

If it wasn't for someone leaking inside, how could Yun Zhongjun accurately find the location of every safe house? In her heart, Huang Mao has been labeled a traitor.

The secretary glanced at the unidentified yellow hair on the ground.

"Continue the trial, don't get killed.\"

The interrogators hurriedly patted Hungry and assured him.

\"Don't worry about my work!\"

As soon as the secretary left the interrogation room, someone came to him.

"Secretary Zhang, all the members of the remaining three safe houses have come to the headquarters!"

As soon as the secretary heard this, he hurried to the front to check the situation.

After understanding it clearly, the secretary knocked on the door of the president's office with a solemn expression.

"Come in °"

The secretary pushed open the door, just hitting a broken antique vase on the ground.

She pretended not to see anything and reported to the president urgently.

"President, the members of the remaining three safe houses asked to seek shelter at the headquarters and stayed in the front. There is a clear rule in the shrine of the ghosts that the members of which area they belong to can only stay at the headquarters of the safe house in that area. Not everyone can stay.

But now, members in other regions are full of fear of Yun Zhongjun.

I am afraid that the next one to suffer is myself.