Dream Guide

Wu Xing thought Qingmu had gone upstairs, and she was the only one left on the dark stairs. The mother and son in the basement were still there, one kneeling and the other standing, not speaking, and the atmosphere seemed very strange.

As a criminal police officer, she had seen many big scenes, but the loneliness and fear brought by the darkness made her very uncomfortable.

Damn Aoki! He walked so fast without saying a word!

She cursed in her mind and was about to go back upstairs when she turned around and saw a dark shadow walking down behind her.

She was startled, and when she saw the outline of a chicken coop on the shadow's head, she patted her chest with relief, lowered her throat and said, "What are you doing here again?"

Shadow saw her turn around and stopped.

Hu Xing suddenly realized something was wrong. Although Aoki is quite tall, he overall looks polite and intellectual, and although his hair is messy, it is not dirty or eye-catching. The term "chicken coop hair" is an exaggeration. The black figure in front of him was obviously stronger than Aoki, and the hair on his head was messier, more like a henhouse than a chicken coop, like an afro.

With the police's keen intuition, she reached out and pulled out the gun.

At this time, the black shadow also moved. The seemingly huge body stepped on the steps without making any sound, like a ghost.

Hu Xing raised her gun and suddenly felt dizzy in her head. She fell backwards violently, hitting the wall hard, her elbow hurting from the impact, and the gun in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The black figure seemed to realize something and rushed over with a low roar.

Hu Xing remembered that she had heard this roar before in the backyard, and she thought it was Ma Fuqing raising a Tibetan mastiff.

What is this?

No matter what it was, Hu Xing was unable to resist.

She was terribly dizzy and her stomach was churning, as if she was about to wake up after a hangover. She could do nothing but watch as the shadow pounced on her.

Seeing that the black shadow was about to pounce on her, she heard a loud "bang", followed by a dim blue light.

Aoki appeared on the stairs with a mobile phone that lit up the screen. He kicked the black figure over and then rolled up the stairs, moving as nimble as an ape.

The light of the mobile phone was very weak, and Hu Xing couldn't see clearly what it was.

Qingmu supported Hu Xing and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Watermelon... is poisonous..." Hu Xing leaned softly on Aoki's shoulder.

"I told you that some of the melons don't taste good."

Qingmu helped Hu Xing go up the stairs. When he reached the first floor, he found that the iron gate on the stairs was locked.

This iron door is made of stainless steel strips. It is not an ordinary aluminum alloy anti-theft door. It is very strong.

What kind of house needs such a strong iron door?

Aoki remembers that the door outside Ma Fuqing's house was very ordinary. If it's not to prevent outsiders from coming in, then it's to prevent something from escaping.

"My gun...is...down there..." Hu Xing said weakly while lying on Qingmu's body.

Aoki helped her go down again and used his mobile phone to look at the stairs until he reached the basement, but he couldn't find the gun.

The mother and son in the basement were gone.

Aoki saw tables and chairs in the basement, and helped Hu Xing to sit down there.

He opened Hu Xing's eyelids to take a look, and then asked Hu Xing to stick out her tongue and shine it with the light of her mobile phone.

It was initially determined that she had taken neuropsychedelic hypnotic drugs such as triazolam. From morning to now, apart from drinking mineral water at the Luxian Criminal Police Team, Hu Xing only ate a few pieces of watermelon cut by Ma Fuqing.

Aoki didn't eat the melon, Ma Fuqing fed melon to his mother but didn't eat it himself, and Ma Fuqing's mother didn't eat the melon because she didn't like the melon seeds.

In the end, only Hu Xing ate the watermelon on the table.

Fortunately, watermelon is different from drinks, and the dose of medicine contained in watermelon should not be large, otherwise Hu Xing would have fallen asleep by now.

"Lean here and rest for a while." Aoki asked Hu Xing to lie down on the table.

The stairs going up must have been locked by the inhuman thing just now, because Ma Fuqing and his son were still in the basement at that time.

There must be other exits from this basement, and we must find them before they leave.

If they all go out, it would be more troublesome to seal all the exits.

In this small, dark room, there are two doors on the left and right.

Of course this ordinary wooden door can't stop Aoki.

He opened the door on the left first, which was a long and narrow corridor with rooms on both sides.

He fumbled around in the passageway and found an old-fashioned pull-cord light switch. An incandescent lamp of about twenty-five watts at the top gave off a dim light.

Along the corridor, there is a utility room on each side, which is full of messy things and covered with thick dust and cobwebs.

Aoki exited again and opened the door on the right. It's the same aisle, but this one is obviously cleaner than that one, and dust won't be raised when walking. But Aoki smelled the smell of a public toilet.

On one side of the corridor are several connected empty rooms with no lights. On the other side was a large room with an iron gate as strong as the one on the stairs.

The door was unlocked. Aoki walked in, found the light cord and turned on the light. He found an iron cage about two meters high in the middle of the room. There were several thick iron chains in the cage, with straw and dirty mats spread underneath.

There is a pit in the corner of the cage, and the smell is coming from there.

This is probably where that thing is kept.

He exited the room and walked to the end of the corridor. There was indeed an exit there, but it was blocked by the same iron door.

Aoki glanced at his cell phone, but there was no signal. He went back to the stairs outside, but there was no signal either.

He heard that the police's mobile phone could communicate with the outside world even if there was no signal, but he didn't know how to use it, and Hu Xing had already fallen asleep on the table.

The dose of medicine on the watermelon won't be very large. You should wake up soon after sleeping, right?

Aoki lit a cigarette and began to pace around the room.

The tapping sound of the pull-up boards was particularly loud in the empty and quiet basement, as if there were loudspeakers installed on the soles of his feet.

What is their purpose?

Is this a shady shop selling human meat barbecued pork buns? And he just delivered it to his door.

The basement, the dark room, the chains, the cage, the rotten stench... all the strangeness together look like scenes in some movies.

Could that room with the iron cage be the underground dismemberment field?

wrong!

If so, what happened to the headless female corpse?

Is it really just a dream for Ma Fuqing to find herself?

Aoki probably has the outline of a complete case in his mind, but whether the truth is what he thought remains to be verified.

At this time, the sound of the iron door moving suddenly came from the right aisle.

He rushed over as fast as he could.

This time, his pull-up board stepped on the ground without making any sound.