Here Lies The Wicked

"You didn't come to save me last night, did you?"

Wei Youran's expression froze.

When she saw the person opposite her, her face changed and Wei Youran fell silent. She had the answer she wanted.

Wei Youran looked through the rubble to find a smartphone that had been smashed and its screen was like a spider web.

Time display:

April 9, 12: 39, cloudy.

Had he been unconscious for more than ten hours? Wei Youran was silent, scrolled through the screen, reluctantly unlocked it, and clicked on the contents of the message. As a result, he saw that on the evening of april 8, he sent out zero messages...

"It's a good thing this time, police officer Wei. You didn't have any accidents. No, then you really didn't dare to imagine." The speaker was a bald man, 210 centimeters tall, with thick bones and thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Such a huge figure, like a giant entering a toy house, almost touching the ceiling on the top of his head, turning around to be tied up. And in front of such a strong man like king kong, everything around him became as small as a toothpick.

Not only was he not clumsy and simple-minded, but he spoke in a mature and steady tone, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings with wisdom, and his temperament was as stable as a mountain.

"Police officer Wei, you are brave and a detective. It would be a pity if something happened to a good cop like you. Perhaps we agreed from the beginning that you would take the initiative to take the bait. It was a rash effort that was too thoughtless. We will conduct an internal review and inspection of this operation."

"This time, although we let file 11 escape, with police officer Wei's risk test this time, at least we have verified police officer Wei's original guess and have always been right. At the same time, we have confirmed that police officer Wei's keen thinking on solving the case has always been ahead of us. Now that we have a preliminary understanding of the activity pattern and trajectory of file 11, we believe that we will be able to get rid of file 11 very soon."

However, Wei Youran said, "File 11 can be closed."

"I finally saw' file 11' killed by a mysterious man."

A look of surprise flashed across the bald man's eyes, and he only heard one shocking piece of news: "Another person disappeared last night."

"The informants said that all the missing people had heard mysterious footsteps on the phone before they disappeared, just like all the missing clues in file 11."

"But last night's disappearance was different. In the past, there was only one person missing in one night, but this time there were two people missing in one night."

...

Zhou city.

This was a very high level of security building, and at this time, an emergency meeting was being held in a conference room.

In the conference room, there stood a tall, 210cm weian man who had left wei youran's house, the bald man.

A picture was projected onto a huge screen.

In the photo, it was a Paper pricking with a thick blush like blood, and a ghostly paper face was pasted to the camera.

It was the last frame of the home camera that Wei Youran had installed at home before it was destroyed.

A strange and evil piece of paper pierced his face.

The bald man, with a deep, steady voice, was in charge of the meeting and said, "Next, start to update the' file 11' information, nicknamed' Paper pricking', which is characterized by a strange speed."

"Based on the energy residue at the battle site, the preliminary analysis level is about Heavenly dog level four and Heavenly dog level five."

"And the fourth point,' file 11'may have multiple avatars, more than one. Perhaps all Paper pricking are puppets, and there may be a hidden controller behind it."

"I will now issue a plan of action for file 11, which will thoroughly investigate all the paper tying stores, Underworld shop, candle shops in Zhou city, as long as they are related to the funeral industry, they will also dig three feet of land. I don't care if it plucks a handful of fur like a monkey sun and can turn into a separate body, or if there are some manipulative people behind it, it can't just pop up out of nowhere. There must be a spirit carrier or a trigger."

"I don't want to repeat the humiliation of letting file 10 escape from the upper body of the two zombie kings last time."

The people in the conference room looked at the "File 11" ghost coming out of the projector and their faces froze.

The bald-headed man continued, "In addition, let the people in your respective districts pay attention to a mysterious expert who suddenly appears in the folk."

"This man, who seems to have been hiding deep among the people, has awakened a very high talent, but he has been hiding very well, as if he still has some anti-reconnaissance ability, and has never appeared in our vision."

"In particular, his growth rate was astonishing. If we start from the night of the blue blood moon, when the spirit of heaven and earth recovered in a large scale, in a short span of ten days, we will let a civilian awakener without resources and training guidance have the power to kill a fourth and fifth level Heavenly dog ghost."

"I believe you should be very clear about what it means to be able to kill the fourth and fifth level Heavenly dog ghosts by yourself, right? Before we know whether the other party is good or evil and whether they have criminal motives, we must find this folk awakener who has been hiding himself very deeply as soon as possible!"

"Even if he is a good person, it is forbidden to use martial arts!"

The bald-headed man's calm and confident manner was enough to show how determined he was at the moment.

The confucianists used literature to break the law, and the knights used martial arts to break the ban.

It's an ancient truth.

At this moment, Fang Zheng did not know that he had been targeted by the relevant departments.

When he heard the noise, the police car downstairs left, and the people next door left empty, it was already dark, 6: 7 pm, guilty for a day, afraid that someone would suddenly come to talk about a plan for the renovation of two or three hundred thousand Fang Zheng, and then carefully took out a thing.

It was a piece of paper three or four centimeters in size. Fang Zheng held the piece of paper in his hand and was lost in thought.

After the Paper pricking was burned to ashes by his Nine yang true qi, there was finally a piece of paper that had not been burned clean. It was this piece of paper in front of him, so out of curiosity, he grabbed it and took it away.

However, the research was fruitless for a long time, and it was temporarily forgotten.

At the thought of the Paper pricking, Fang Zheng couldn't help but complain that the battle was so hard that he only got a hint of grey.

This doesn't fit the game's set push boss routine at all?

"In the eyes of the Human Skin scriptures, yesterday's strange Paper pricking was nothing but a little monster that was scorned?"

"Or is it that, whether it's killing monsters or pushing boss, there's only a trace of grey air in the pit father's eyes that never changes for thousands of years?"

Fang Zheng stuck his five fingers into his hair, scratched his scalp, and struggled with his thoughts.

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