secret chat room

A man was lying flat on the floor, motionless. Even his chest could not be seen to be rising or falling. He was as quiet as a corpse.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

Some harsh sounds came from the corner of the room, which was inexplicably disturbing.

Suddenly, the man lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and his narrow eyes were pitch black without a trace of white.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the place where the sound came from.

It was an empty wicker chair. It had just started to move for no reason as if it had been wound up. But at this moment, under the man's gaze, it made a hesitant "quacking... creaking" sound and stopped abruptly.

down, and then remained motionless, as if suddenly frozen, avoiding the man's sight.

After staring at the strange and automatic wicker chair for a moment, the man's eyes showed no surprise or panic. He raised himself up from the floor with one hand in an extremely weird posture, and then moved his gaze in another direction.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the gap in the drawn curtains and hit a glass cabinet on the ground.

There seems to be a butterfly dancing in the sunshine inside the transparent glass cabinet.

The man stood up, walked over slowly, squatted down, and blocked the sun.

The butterfly's flapping wings suddenly paused, and then slowly drifted down under the influence of gravity.

If you look carefully, the "butterfly" that was dancing just a second ago is covered with strings of Arabic numerals printed in type.

This turned out to be a lottery ticket folded in half.

The man stared at the lottery ticket for a moment, silently.

"Wow, wow..."

Another strange noise came, and the man looked sideways.

The one containing the strange lottery tickets was not the only glass cabinet in the room. Apart from this, there were several similar cabinets scattered throughout the room.

Some contained a black earphone that looked like a poisonous snake hovering on a branch, while others contained a ghastly human skin mask that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

However, the man's eyes did not stay on these items, but fixedly looked at a black-covered book on the table not far away. The book was turning the pages quickly without any wind.

He walked up slowly, with a somewhat inquiring look in his eyes. It happened that the book turned to a blank page and stopped automatically. The page trembled slightly, as if waiting for something.

The man thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He fumbled around in his arms for a moment, and actually took out another black book that was exactly the same, except that there were some burn marks on the cover.

He opened the book at random, and it was also blank. Then he reached out and gently folded the book he took out from his pocket on top of the one on the table.

The next second, something strange happened. The book with scorch marks on the cover merged into the other book like mercury pouring down, mysteriously and silently.

The notebook that was shaking slightly suddenly stabilized, and writing suddenly appeared on the white paper, as if a pair of invisible hands were writing something.

The handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is extremely neat and can penetrate the back of the paper.

"Time: July 9, 2019

Weather: cloudy

Today, a policeman suddenly broke into my house! Damn it! This madman actually pointed a gun at me!

The sense of danger of being pointed at a gun and making my hair stand on end gave me a strong urge to turn around and blow his head off.

However, the appearance of another colleague of his made me suppress this impulse in my heart.

I didn't want to expose my abilities at first, so I might as well go back with them. After all, I didn't expose any illegal or criminal behavior.

But something is obviously wrong with that lunatic. It seems he wants to put me under house arrest?

What was even more outrageous was that he also took away his accomplices and wanted to kill me like crazy!

I got rid of him easily.

Damn it, does he know who he is provoking? Is he usually so brave?

What the hell..."

Gradually, the handwriting became a little sloppy, and the author's frustration could even be felt between the lines.

"Time: July 10, 2019

Weather: cloudy

Mad! That crazy cop’s cell phone rang many times, which made me upset. I threw it down and finally got clean.

When I calmed down, I realized that the problem was very difficult.

This is obviously a trap! A test!

I doubt it! I am not the only one who has other ideas, some people have even put them into action. It is obvious that they have reached out to me!

No matter whether this bad guy takes care of me or I take care of this bad guy, the other party will definitely make a profit.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife! Damn it!

I need to calm down!

I have to start thinking about whether there is a way to solve all the problems at once!

First of all, according to the words of this damn note, it is obvious that his actions this time were private actions, so it is very likely that only he and that colleague knew about it.

Tiaozi's colleagues knew he was here. He had been missing for more than a day, so it was only a matter of time before he was found.

Mudd! If I said that this cop attacked me first and I was just acting in self-defense, I would have no proof now!

Huh? There is no proof!

My mind seems to have opened up. In this case, maybe it will work..."

The writing stops abruptly here.

The man was thoughtful, and slowly opened his mouth, revealing some yellowed teeth, and laughed silently.

Then he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened a penguin icon, and clicked into a chat box.

Xingmang: "I'm waiting to catch the turtle in the urn, so I will let go of what I should. You can feel free to take action over there."

Just at this time, the man's other trouser pocket rang with an incoming call notification. He put the cell phone in his trouser pocket and took out the ringing cell phone.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"Hey, Brother Liang, I should have found the approximate location of Angkor."

"Are you sure it's him? Did you find the suitcase?"

"Well, it's still the suitcase."

"Okay, send me the address and I'll leave right away!"

After hanging up the phone, the man slowly turned around, took out a police uniform from the hanger and put it on. He straightened his appearance in the mirror in the room, grinned widely, and then suppressed it, seeming a little sad.

"Old Wu, I'm sorry again this time. I can only say that you are always too nosy. Don't worry, I will bring the criminals to justice and avenge you. Your wife and I will

I will also take good care of you and have a good journey."

The person in the mirror turned out to be Wu Yuhe's old partner, police officer Liang Yongchao.

Liang Yongchao reached out and took out the police hat from the hanger, put it on straightly, and his long and narrow face seemed to add a bit of dignity.

The hunt has begun.