My Thriller Survival Game

police station.

In the interrogation room, Xu Yang sat behind the interrogation table and looked at the man opposite him calmly.

The man is about thirty years old, handsome, well-dressed, and has a confident smile on his face. Such a man is the focus of attention wherever he stands.

However, what is strange is that in this hot season, men wear long-sleeved shirts.

After a short silence, the man took the lead and said: "Xu Yang, you lose."

Xu Yang raised his eyebrows and said subconsciously: "Why did I lose?"

"I gave you seventy-two hours to find me, but it's a pity that you didn't do it."

Xu Yang shook his head and said: "It's less than seventy-two hours, so I haven't lost."

Hearing this, the man shrugged and said, "You can say that, but remember, it's me who doesn't want to play anymore, not you who won."

Regarding men, Xu Yang was noncommittal.

"Wang Le, I'm very curious, why did you do this?" Xu Yang said.

"Playing games."

"Game?" Xu Yang raised his eyebrows again.

Wang Le leaned back slightly, looked at Xu Yang with a half-smile, and said, "Don't you think this game is very interesting?"

"Isn't it interesting to satisfy your special hobby at the expense of destroying others?"

Wang Le asked back: "Isn't it interesting?"

Then he said: "Human life is just a game."

"Haha!" Xu Yang sneered.

"Don't believe it?"

As Wang Le spoke, he exposed his left wrist, revealing a tattoo pattern.

One eye, with four fingers sticking out from the eye, and under the eye, there is a big x.

Wang Le raised his wrist and faced Xu Yang. His eyes were looking at Xu Yang with a mocking expression, while Wang Le looked at Xu Yang with a smile on his face.

"bass!"

The moment he saw the tattoo, Xu Yang, who was originally calm, stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am? Haha..."

Everyone in the observation room was stunned when they saw this scene. Only Yang Xueqi's expression changed. Just as she was about to say something, something unexpected happened in the interrogation room.

Xu Yang was seen placing his hands on the interrogation table, leaping over, directly in front of Wang Le, grabbing Wang Le's collar with both hands, directly lifting him up, and roaring loudly.

"Who the hell are you? How come you have this tattoo? Where is he?"

When the policeman standing in the observation room saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with fright, and rushed out of the observation room without caring about anything else.

Yang Xueqi immediately left the observation room and rushed into the interrogation room, trying to separate the two.

"Ha ha!!!"

Wang Le was still laughing loudly. Looking at Xu Yang who suddenly became furious, his lips moved and he said something to Xu Yang. Then he rolled his eyes, started to vomit blood, and his body began to tremble violently.

The blood was extremely scarlet and had an extremely foul smell. It made a sizzling sound when it fell to the ground, and white smoke was emitting from it.

This sudden change was unexpected by everyone. Xu Yang, who was still furious and struggling, was stunned when he saw this scene.

At this time, Yang Xueqi and others who rushed in to stop Xu Yang could no longer care about Xu Yang and quickly opened Wang Le's handcuffs and took him out of the interrogation room.

The police were in a hurry, shouting and shouting, but Xu Yang stood there blankly, looking at the blood on the ground with a look of disbelief on his face.

On the originally neat ground, there was now a pattern, an eye made of blood, staring at Xu Yang.

"How does he have that tattoo? It's impossible, it's impossible!"

Xu Yang, who was standing there, seemed to be stimulated by something, and kept mumbling to himself, as if he had lost his soul.

After Yang Xueqi simply dealt with the commotion outside, she came to the interrogation room, looked at Xu Yang, and asked softly: "Xiao Yang, what's wrong?"

"Why does he have that tattoo? Why?"

As he spoke, Xu Yang ran outside.

Fortunately, Yang Xueqi had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Xu Yang, but Xu Yang began to struggle violently, and his strength was so frightening that Yang Xueqi was unable to subdue Xu Yang for a while.

After other police officers saw it, they quickly came to help.

After a brief confrontation, Xu Yang was successfully subdued.

Seeing Xu Yang who was handcuffed but still struggling, several police officers looked at Xu Yang and Yang Xueqi with strange expressions and complicated expressions.

"Xiaoyang!"

Yang Xueqi tried to calm Xu Yang down, but she failed.

The movement in the interrogation room quickly attracted the attention of Director Liang Zheng. He came to the door, took a look at the situation inside, and then said to Yang Xueqi: "Xiao Yang, come out for a moment."

Xu Yang was still mumbling to himself, but was no longer struggling. Seeing this, Yang Xueqi could only ask the police officers around her to keep an eye on Xu Yang, while she left the interrogation room.

After walking out of the interrogation room, Liang Zheng asked directly: "What's going on? Why did the suspect have problems? What's going on with Xu Yang?"

"I don't know the specific situation, but it should be related to the tattoo on the suspect's body." Yang Xueqi said with a frown.

"Tattoo? What tattoo?"

"x!"

"Hiss~~~"

As soon as these words came out, Liang Zheng took a breath, his expression became serious, and asked: "Is it the tattoo on the deceased?"

Yang Xueqi nodded.

Liang Zheng turned his head, glanced at the interrogation room, and then said, "Come to my office."

After entering the office, Liang Zheng said directly: "What is going on?"

Yang Xueqi closed the door and said: "X appears again."

"Isn't it a coincidence?" Liang Zheng asked.

Yang Xueqi shook her head and said: "We found x tattoos on the wrist bones of many deceased people, and also found them on Han Lei's body. It can't be a coincidence."

"Does Mr. Fang know?"

"I've already reported it."

"What did Mr. Fang say?"

"One word, check!"

Hearing what Yang Xueqi said, Liang Zheng walked to sit down behind his desk and said with a bitter look on his face: "The last time a similar case occurred was more than three years ago."

Yang Xueqi nodded.

"There has been no news for three years and there has been no progress in the case. How can we investigate this?"

Hearing what Liang Zheng said, Yang Xueqi fell silent.

After a period of silence, Liang Zheng suddenly asked: "What's going on with Xu Yang? Why did he have such a big reaction?"

"His second uncle also has this tattoo."

As soon as these words came out, Liang Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he raised his head, looked at Yang Xueqi and asked, "Is he one of yours?"

Yang Xueqi shook her head.

"Then Xu Yang..."

"This case is aimed at him. He is targeted by x."

Liang Zheng's pupils suddenly tightened, then he looked at Yang Xueqi and said, "Mr. Fang came here yesterday because of this incident?"

Yang Xueqi nodded.