Welcome to my Hell

Chanfeng had an invisible prop that was more suitable than them, so Yitong did not refuse, but just told her: "Then you be careful. If something is wrong, signal immediately and we will pick you up."

"Okay."

Chanfeng went down the slope and used the prop when she approached the wooden house.

She avoided the guards and looked around the wooden house first. There were several people at the main door, and she would be discovered if she opened the door.

So Chanfeng chose to go through the side window.

She waited for the guards to go aside to smoke, and took advantage of the sound of the wind blowing the trees to carefully open the window and get in through the gap.

There was a black cloth hanging by the window. After she got in, she found that the whole wooden house was pitch black.

The kind of black that you can't see your hand in front of you.

Chanfeng used the prop that can see things in the dark, and pricked up her ears to listen to the movement in the room. She found nothing unusual and walked towards the middle of the room.

There was nothing else in the room, and the bodies were placed side by side on the ground in the center of the house.

When Chanfeng got closer, she found that the straw mat of one of the corpses was half pulled down, revealing the hideous and terrified face.

In such an environment, the face seemed to come alive, and the eyes that were not closed stared at her.

Have other players been here?

Chanfeng became alert and turned her head to look around. At this moment, she heard movement outside the main door.

Someone is coming this way...

Chanfeng immediately got up and walked to the corner by the window. If there is an accident, she can open the window and rush out.

But as soon as she got close to the wall, she found that the wall was incredibly soft.

Chanfeng did not move, but turned to the other side to hide.

"Squeak..."

At the same time, the door was opened.

A beam of light shone in from outside, and several people walked in one after another.

The person in the front was none other than Da Ying in the flowered shirt.

Daying used a flashlight to shine in the direction of the bodies: "Nothing happened, right?"

The person behind Daying immediately answered: "No."

Daying shone around the room, and his voice was cold: "Get rid of them at dawn tomorrow, so as not to have more trouble at night."

"Okay, Brother Daying."

"Watch carefully tonight, don't be lazy, if anything happens, you will lose your life."

"Don't worry, Brother Daying, I promise nothing will happen."

Daying looked around the room, and just as he was about to leave, the light in his hand suddenly turned and fell on the bodies again.

Da Ying strode into the house, looking at one of the bodies on the straw mat that had fallen, and asked the person who followed him in a stern voice: "What's going on?"

"This..." The man looked at the ferocious face, his expression tensed, and his voice stuttered: "Maybe... maybe the person who placed it didn't pay attention."

"Are you sure no one has been here?"

The man immediately raised his hand and swore: "Brother Da Ying, I'm sure, you can see that there are people all over this wooden house, not even a fly can fly in!"

Da Ying's eyes were sharp, and the man was sweating coldly.

When the other party was about to lose his temper, Da Ying finally looked away and pulled the straw mat back.

He didn't leave immediately, but carefully checked the room.

Chan Feng stuck to the wall, holding his breath, controlling his heartbeat, and watching Da Ying slowly pass in front of him.

She could only be invisible, but her breathing and heartbeat could not be hidden, and she had to control them herself.

Da Ying pushed open the window and looked, closed it after a moment, and walked back to where Chan Feng was.

He looked at the wall with some doubts, and the light shone back and forth on the wall several times.

Chanfeng didn't dare to breathe at this time. Even if she was sure that Daying couldn't see her, she couldn't take it lightly.

Daying stared at the wall with a heavy gaze.

"Brother Daying." Someone called him outside the door.

Daying finally looked away and turned to walk out the door, "Watch this place."

The person in charge of guarding immediately said: "Yes, Brother Daying."

Daying's voice floated from afar: "Did Lao Sun find it?"

"No."

"Have you checked in the mine?"

"I looked, but didn't find anyone."

"Who was the last person to see him?"

"It should be the one named A Ren under Lao Sun, but A Ren said that Lao Sun asked him to do something at the time, and he didn't know what Lao Sun did specifically..."

"Call him over."

"Yes."

The conversation faded away.

The door of the wooden house was closed, and the room fell into darkness again.

Chanfeng didn't dare to let down her guard, and her eyes were fixed on the wall on the other side.

There should be someone over there...

At this moment, Chanfeng saw some changes in the wall over there, and someone came out from behind the wall...It was not a wall, but a piece of cloth.

There were two people behind the cloth, and she knew them both.

These two people were none other than Duxia and He Fanghui.

They arrived not long before Chanfeng.

As soon as they lifted the straw mat covering the body, there was movement at the window, but they didn't know what it was.

It was not until Chanfeng entered the house that He Fanghui, who was more sensitive to sound, heard a faint heartbeat.

Duxia signaled He Fanghui not to take action first, and lowered his voice to ask in the void: "Which friend is it?"

If it was a player, there was no need to make a big fuss.

If it was something else...

Chanfeng hesitated, and finally put away the props and appeared in front of them.

Duxia recognized Chanfeng, and had a good impression of these players before, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She pointed outside and didn't say anything else.

After confirming that there was no threat to each other, both parties walked to the body tacitly.

Duxia and Chanfeng each checked a corpse, and He Fanghui was in charge of keeping watch.

Duxia checked carefully and found no other wounds on the corpse.

Then the only way these people died was... scared to death.

Just like the people who died in the golden coffin incident two years ago.

Chanfeng obviously didn't find anything. She looked at Duxia, who was staring at the corpse in a trance, as if thinking about something.

At this moment, Chanfeng saw Duxia take out a knife and cut the corpse's chest with a knife.

...

...

The dark wooden house was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Of the corpses lined up on the ground, only one was intact at this time, and the rest were disemboweled.

Duxia was groping in the corpse.

This scene was like a murderous demon dismembering a corpse, and anyone who saw it would be terrified.

Chanfeng watched from the side and wanted to say something but stopped.

Is this the style of the Investigation Bureau? Aren't they always cautious? This corpse was dissected like this, it would definitely be discovered...

Duxia pulled back her hand and shook her head at He Fanghui.

He Fanghui's heart sank, and he and Du Xia looked at the last corpse together.

The previous corpses all had the same result, so there was no need to look at the last one.

However, for the sake of rigor, Du Xia still cut open the last corpse and reached in to feel around for a while.

The heart was still empty.

——Welcome to my hell——

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