Sha Qing

Ep2 Inverted Wolf

I don't know if he is too tired, Luo Yi tossed and turned on the single bed, it is difficult to fall asleep.

On the other bed, Quinn's snore was beating like ten engines were working at the same time, Luo Yi turned over hard, and painfully retracted her head into the quilt.

"... Can't you sleep?"

He heard Alden whispering on the sofa, pulled the quilt down a little, and replied, "This dude is too noisy, so are you?"

The other side complained helplessly: "Besides that, the sofa chair is narrow and hard. I haven't slept in such a bad bed ..."

"Oh, white-collar elites, next time you go out, remember to bring your own water bed with massage function." Luo Yi said with a bit of teasing.

Alden seemed a little embarrassed, turned around in a difficult way, and accidentally knocked down Quinn's trousers that had been on the back of the sofa. He was too lazy to move, but thinking of the big man waking up in the morning and seeing his pants drag on the stained floor, he reluctantly sighed and got up to pick it up.

A square, hard-bodied thing fell out of Quinn's trouser pocket and slammed on the floor.

"What's missing?" Luo Yi asked.

Alden groped in the dark: "It's a notebook. I'm not personally attacking-do you think this guy looks like a person who can spell words with more than two syllables? What does he do with a notebook in his pocket."

Luo Yi was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly an irrelevant question popped up: "You said, is this guy really asleep, isn't snoring in disguise?"

Alden chuckled and laughed. "Pretend? That's a weird idea."

Luo Yi opened his eyes wide and glanced in the direction of the adjacent bed. He got out of bed lightly and leaned close to Alden's ears, his voice weak and solemn, "I suspect he's a dangerous man, like ... the 'night killer'."

Alden's body trembled a bit and lost his voice: "What?"

"I know this sounds a bit inexplicable, but ... he wandered alone on the night road, saying that he was getting drunk by a drunk friend, but he had no alcohol at all; he kept telling me the details of the murder, and those He has never appeared in the media; he is very concerned about other people's reactions to this matter, and is proud of their anxiety and fear, as if he is showing off his record ... What do you think this means? "

Alden gave a subconscious glance at the adjacent bed, where a dark and undulating outline was drawn, mixed with heavy nasal breath, and seemed to be infinitely magnified in the silent room-if the Luo Yi guess was right, then they What are you doing, dancing with the wolf? In the same room as the murderer? Oh shit!

"None of this can be evidence. Maybe he's just a 'killer fanatic', or a neurotic who likes conjecture ..." Alden wasn't sure if the sentence was comforting Luo Yi or himself.

"Then let's find evidence." Luo Yi touched the lighter from the little round table. He did not dare to turn on the light, and under the light of that faint flame, searched Quinn's belongings and found nothing abnormal. So he shoved the lighter into Alden's hands and started looking through the notebook page by page.

The notebook is hard-skinned, not much bigger than a slap, and it is covered with scribbled writing with pens and carbon pencils, messy lines, and many altered marks. Its owner must have valued it so much that he rewrote it so that the edges of the page were a little curled.

"... She stumbled, crying for help, and kept looking back. She was terrified, like a little lamb chased by a wolf, waiting to be tied back with her feet and dragged back. Her screaming voice made The blood is boiling ... "Alden leaned his head over and frowned," If it is a novel, the writing is bad. What is this? "He pointed to a crooked geometric pattern below the text.

Luo Yi identified it carefully, "Is it an inverted pentagram?" His fingertips moved up along the ink dots in the middle of the paper sheet until he reached the top of the sheet—because he paid attention first. The text and the dark graffiti on the top corner were ignored by them-a few rigid lines turning around, probably indicating branches, hanging a long shadow ... it was a corpse! Those ink dots represent the blood dripping from it!

Luo Yi shook her hand and almost threw out this **** and evil exhibition board!

Alden dropped the lighter and grasped his wrist. "Calm down ... don't make a noise, we go out quietly."

Luo Yi took a deep breath. "Are you going to call the police?"

"For a broken notebook? We will be laughed at by the police. This is not strong evidence, although it is indeed a wicked door. Listen to me. Get out of here first. Take your things and drive the car to the hotel door. I will wake up Jesse. Card, let's go now. "

"Okay," said Luo Yi, "I listen to you."

Alden shoved the car key into his hand before leaving: "Hurry up, little handsome."

His slightly soft tone made Luo Yi goosebumps. In fact, he noticed that halfway through, Jessica was quite interesting to Alden, but unfortunately the latter probably had a problem with her orientation and was very repellent to her enthusiasm. If it weren't an emergency, he didn't want to act with him.

After tumbling twice, Lowe took Volvo and Volkswagen from the small parking lot behind the hotel to the side of the road, and saw Alden stepping out of the door alone.

"Where is Jessica?"

"Knocked the door all the time, but then I looked around the window, the curtains were open, and she wasn't in the room at all. I think she probably ... went to find a place to have a few drinks." Alden shrugged and was covered up His expression flashed across his face, and Luo Yi sharply interpreted the subtle emotion hidden in it: an unidentifiable aversion.

"You have no obligation to be responsible for a drug addict." Luo Yi patted his arm comfortably. "Since then leave her alone, let's go."

"What is this, elope?" Alden grabbed his wrist, his eyes warming like a firework that lit up in the dark night.

Reluctantly retracted his hand, endured the feeling of full hair, and reluctantly replied: "I think it can only be regarded as escape."

Two black cars were racing like a speed on a deserted night road, at least 100 miles, as if chasing some kind of ignited passion, the woods, rivers, orchards on the wasteland, and one or two rubbing their shoulder The small towns they passed by were left behind without care.

Volvo suddenly slowed down, and at the same time the body shuddered, and the tires made a harsh noise on the road. Its owner finally stopped the car, poked his head out of the lowered window, and shouted in the rushing night wind, "My car is broken!"

Lowe saw in the rearview mirror, slowed down and turned away, and asked, "What's going on?"

"The car is broken and can't be started. Hell, I just bought it last year!" Alden twisted the keys again and again, and finally reluctantly announced that he had given up.

Luo Yi looked back and looked at the way, said a little stingy: "But we only drove less than half an hour, I always feel unsafe."

Apparently Alden thought so, and said immediately, "If you want to take me for a ride, go as far away as possible from that killer hotel."

Lowe agreed. Alden left his car on the side of the road and got into the front passenger seat.

"I think passengers are used to sitting in the back." Luo Yi glanced at him.

"I personally prefer to sit next to the driver," Alden said.

The two fell silent together.

Volkswagen relaunched, and as the hands on the speedometer gradually rose, the atmosphere in the narrow space became more and more strange. Alden squinted at Luo Yi, a surge of urgency urged by desire. His aggressive eyes made it impossible to turn a blind eye, and Lo Yi twisted his body nervously.

Just then, Alden suddenly reached out and shoved a steering wheel. The tires immediately deviated from the lane and slanted in from the gentle grassy **** of the roadbed. The car rolled two white roads with fallen stems and leaves in knee-high thatched grasses, extending into the wilderness, and stopped with the sound of braking.

"——You are crazy! I almost got into a car accident!" Luo Yi exclaimed angrily. "If even this car is broken, how can we leave this remote ghost place!"

The other shrugged and put his hands on his shoulders.

Luo Yi jumped in fright, hit his head on the top of the carriage, and said babblely, "What are you doing, what do you want to do? Take your hands off! I, I warn you, I will hit you with my hands!"

Perhaps it was because of his too graceful appearance and mild temperament. His reaction in Alden's eyes was completely a kind of desire to resist and welcome.

"First, you can't beat me; second, it's so remote that no one will bother you." Alden smiled with satisfaction, holding one hand around the other's neck and putting his face across.

The strong desire / desire that rose from the bottom of his heart drove his other hand to move quietly, like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, the red letter that swelled was a little light on the tip of the needle, like a lamb at the other Bite on the unsuspecting neck!

A moment before the skin of the needle tip, a white and extremely powerful hand suddenly gripped his wrist, like a seven inch jamming a poisonous snake, and twisted suddenly. Between the flashes of fire, the needle was stabbed into the body of the creator by a backhand!

The look of shock was frozen in Alden's face. He widened his eyes, his lips closed in utterance, and he couldn't make a sound, but felt an indescribable soreness, spreading from the skin under the needle tip to the limbs, and quickly extended to the heart. On the contrary, another chill of the bone marrow rushed out of the heart, and after hitting each other, it exploded into an overwhelming severe pain!

He stared at the face that was close at hand-such a young, handsome face, innocently like a student just leaving school, and those eyes-he had never seen such dark and indifferent eyes, as if the stars were extinguished The universe is silently unable to shine in the slightest light. The icy darkness fell down, large and suffocating. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and protect his head and face, but was shocked to find that the brain had long lost command of the body.

He knew it was the effect of saxitoxin. The toxin extracted from the Alaskan stone clam, which feeds on poisonous Kojima, is the reliance he never missed, but now he has swallowed himself.

What scared him even more was that in order to enjoy the painful struggle of the prey dying, he specifically diluted the toxin so that it only had the effect of paralyzing muscles and avoiding blocking nerve conduction. In other words, like the prey that once fell into his hands, he will clearly enjoy the gradual death journey: pain, terror, despair, collapse ...

His stiff body leaned over the other person. The young man with dark eyes like death, leisurely pushed open the door of the driver's seat and dragged him off the car. The young man crouched on the ground, looking at his eyes like looking at a moss-covered withered wood, with a pleasant taunt in his tone: "You are right, it is so remote that no one will bother you. We can spend it The last warm time, isn't it, my serial killer. Maybe I should call you the code in the police file-Night Killer? "

A sudden guess crossed Alden's halting brain, and it turned into a crazy and sharp conclusion-he finally knew who the fatal encounter was tonight! He has read each other's reports several times in the newspaper. He just laughed at the same kind of people who were planted in the other's hands-people always think that he has more luck than others. Now, the same fate has fallen on him, and he finally tasted the bitter fruit of arrogance.

"Kill the Blue"!

The serial killer, who has targeted serial killers as the target, has so far been exposed by the police in seven cases, and he, the "Oregon Night Slayer", is bound to become the eighth booty of the other party.

Each serial killer has his own way of committing crimes, which is a mark of their identity. The mark of killing young people is to "treat their bodies with their own ways" and use them to kill themselves to concoct themselves ...

"In the customs of our country, eight is an auspicious number," said Luo Yi with a smile. "I reward you for choosing a beautiful tree as a grave-what do you think of the beech on the left?" ? "

Alden could no longer twist his stiff neck, and stared desperately into the dense dark sky, where the night was overcast with no stars.

There was a scream of screams from the sparse tree forests not far away, just like the wailing of prey that had been used by his open-pit belly.

Two hours later, a black Volkswagen rolled the long grass deep in the wilderness and rushed obliquely onto the subgrade of the Interstate Highway. Before dawn, it may be abandoned on the bottom of a deep lake, but now it has not completed its mission.

The dark night sky gradually faded from the horizon into the hazy indigo, from deep to light, giving birth to a new morning in the change of glue. The car radio inexplicably returned to normal, just as suddenly as when it broke, John Lennon groaned in a soothing nostalgic rhythm.

A small piece of hand-drawn sketch paper was blown out of the car window by the wind, and flapped in the air like a butterfly. The sparse lines of the carbon pencil outline a pool of blood on it, and a wolf on the branch that hangs up intestines and stomachs above the pool of blood.

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