“Retreat slowly.”

Listening to the report of the investigator who was holding the door,

The investigators became more and more alert, each of them was vigilant about their own directions.

Liang Zhi held the gun in his hand, stared at the door of the room with some gaps open, and whispered to the investigator.

Chen Lun stood quietly, but his eyes were calm and landed in front of him.

The scene at the door in front of him naturally fell into Chen Lun's eyes

The investigator holding the door listened to the instructions, still holding the door, and got up from the door.

Then he turned sideways, first stretched out his hands and moved his whole body backwards.

After moving back, he slowly let go of his hand holding the door of the house.

The door of the house followed, slowly opening outward.

A figure leaning behind the door of the house followed the open door and the lights coming out of the house.

He lay on his back and fell on the threshold of the door, half of his body was still in the room, and the upper part was lying in front of the heels of a group of investigators.

The figure lying in front of the crowd was a man in his thirties.

On his back, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was a little painful and ferocious, his whole body fell to the ground, twisted and trembling,

Just next to him, there was a cell phone.

"It's so good to sleep...hey, it looks familiar."

Rao Chang, who was standing next to Chen Lun, looked at the man lying on the ground and said in admiration.

"This is the teacher who came with me."

Professor Zhu, who was standing next to him, spoke out.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, but he fell on the figure who fell on the ground as the door opened. It seemed that there was only a grain of dust on the ground, which happened to be reflected in his eyes with other things.

The figure lying on the ground, her limbs were twisting, her whole body was trembling, and she was in pain, her eyes were closed, and the ends of her limbs had become somewhat deformed, and the skin seemed to be hardened and changed color. Something like a bone spur grew on the top of her fingers and toes.

His mouth seemed to be open and closed, and some vague murmurs were repeatedly murmursed.

"Professor Zhu, please don't come forward again."

"Wear protection measures, control, report. Sound the alarm."

Liang Zhizai, the captain of the investigation team, turned around and spoke to Professor Zhu.

Looking back, looking at the figure lying beside the door, his eyes stopped at the position where the figure had limb distorted, and then gave instructions to other investigators.

When other investigators heard the sound, they quickly took out a pair of earplugs and a special glasses from their pockets in their clothes.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Rao."

Quickly put on the earplugs and glasses, an investigator stepped back and pushed Professor Zhu away to the door.

Two investigators stepped forward and used restraint belts and face hoops to bind the figure that was in a state of unconsciousness, and was upside down by the door.

Liang Zhizai also took out a few earplugs and a few pairs of special glasses prepared in advance from his pocket.

Earplugs Chen Lun and others have used them to isolate the sounds around them.

At the same time, the audio and pronunciation device attached to the earbud can collect the voice sounds within a small range, send them back to the rear for similar "desensitization" treatment, and then send them to the earbuds worn by others on the scene.

This will realize the basic communication function to avoid tricks and communication channels such as sound and discourse sounds.

The special glasses are that the upper half of the lens is completely opaque and the lower half uses a special filter to filter most of the colors while still having a certain degree of ambiguity, so as to avoid the weird transmission channels similar to "direct vision" and "visual vision" as much as possible.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on Liang Zhizai and reached out to take it.

Raise your hand, put on earplugs, put on glasses,

The scene in front of me became gray and blurry, and the surroundings became even more deadly.

Chen Lun just stood calmly and quietly.

Next to him, Rao Chang took the earplugs and glasses, fiddled with them back and forth, and then put them on.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Rao, we'll go into the house."

Liang Zhizai wore earplugs and glasses, turned his head, and greeted Chen Lun and the others, and at the same time verified whether the earplugs were normal.

"Let's go, let's go..."

Rao Chang nodded, responded, and raised his head again, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Chen Lun's eyes calmed down, landed in front of him, just nodded without saying a word.

Liang Zhizai and other investigators turned around, walked into the room with vigilance from the open door.

Chen Lun moved his feet and walked into the house at basically the same pace, as if he had just walked through a section of the road.

Rao Chang, who was beside him, also followed closely.

A group of investigators walked into the living room.

He stopped and observed the surroundings.

Rao Chang turned his head back and forth, as if he was interested in looking around.

Chen Lun stopped and just stood quietly, his eyes falling in front of him, and the scene in front of him reflected in his eyes.

In the living room, the lights were on and the curtains were covered.

Under the lamp, there is a coffee table, and behind the coffee table is a sofa.

Next to the sofa, an old floor-to-ceiling fan was placed.

On the TV cabinet against the wall, there is a TV set.

The TV was on the screen, but no sound came out. I didn’t hear the sound when I was outside the house and I didn’t wear earplugs.

The old floor-to-ceiling fan was shaking slightly, turning his head, turning the fan blades back and forth.

In front of the sofa, leaning against the coffee table, squatting on the ground, lying down, looking quietly on the sofa,

On the sofa, there was a younger figure lying. It was a young man, or even a boy, with a childish face.

His face was calm, his eyes closed, and he lay quietly on the sofa, and he had already lost his life.

He was wearing clean and tidy clothes, and the corners of the clothes were smoothed out.

The figure who knelt in front of the young man on the sofa lowered his head and looked at the young boy lying on the sofa.

He kept wiping the boy's already flat clothes on his hands.

On the TV, the screen changed a little brilliance, reflected on the back of the figure squatting in front of the sofa.

The electric fan, which was shaking slightly, turned his head back and forth, was occasionally facing the figure kneeling and squatting in front of the sofa, the young man lying on the sofa, with his eyes closed, and brushing away some wind.

The clothes that had reached the figure in front of the sofa, the hair of the young man lying quietly on the sofa.

With a calm face, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the young man on the sofa and the figure with his head down in front of the sofa.

"... According to the photos I found before, the middle-aged man in front of the sofa is the psychology professor, Qi Lu. Lie on the sofa, it should be his son, Qi An."

An investigator looked at the young figure and middle-aged figure in front of him, and said again,

The voice of words with mechanical sounds rang out in the earplugs of the group.

Professor Qi, who was kneeling and squatting in front of the sofa, seemed to have no idea that there were more figures in the room.

I just knelt in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, facing the sofa, quietly laying flat on my son, lowering his head, and smoothing the wrinkles on his son's body.

Chen Lun's face was still calm, and his eyes just fell in front of him.

Next to Professor Qi, who was kneeling and squatting in front of the sofa, was covered with white paper, as if he had wrapped medicine.

Behind Professor Naqi, there was a diary-like thing on the coffee table.

The book is spread out and is slightly messy and landed on the coffee table.

Liang Zhizai and others were a little careful, then moved their feet and moved closer to the side of the coffee table.

Chen Lun also moved his feet and moved forward.

The words on the spread book fell into Chen Lun's eyes.

“…Season 2, Day 67, sunny.

The weather is good, so I took my children out for a walk.

The child said he was feeling better these days and asked me if I could take less medicine these two days, and I agreed."

The handwriting fell into his eyes, and other investigators were either looking at it or alerting Professor Qi who was squatting in front of the sofa.

And at this moment,

"Buzz...buzz..."

The cell phone in Chen Lun's pocket vibrated.
Chapter completed!