I gasped.

Whose feet are these?

Is it really Xiao Zhang’s?

But whose pair of bright red baby shoes belong to them?

I looked at each other with Xiao Gao and Xiao Liu, and we all saw shock in each other's eyes that should not belong to this world.

The sound of the baby crying still echoed in the bedroom.

That sound... seemed to come from those shoes.

It's like there's something invisible in this room, and it's standing on these shoes at the moment.

Suddenly, my father rushed in front of me, holding the gun steadily in his hand, and fired several shots at the two tiny shoes.

The caliber of my father's pistol was very small and it was equipped with a silencer, so I almost didn't hear any sound. I just saw several holes in the two severed feet in the red shoes in front of me, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

All over the place.

And the crying sound seemed to have been disconnected at this time and stopped abruptly.

There was an extremely strange smell in the air.

The wind blew through the gaps in the windows on the balcony.

There are several pots of bright red flowers placed next to the bedroom door.

For some reason, they bloomed in this cold season.

I suddenly thought of Bana Flower.

Could it be that they have such strong energy because they are contaminated with the smell of blood?

The rustling sound of dense green leaves rubbing against each other kept coming.

This bedroom seems more peaceful.

Dad stepped forward, put on his white gloves and pulled something out of those rotten feet.

It suddenly dawned on me that the sound just now must have been the sound effect of a small tape recorder, and that small tape recorder was probably hidden in these broken feet at this moment.

But it must have been broken by dad.

I suddenly felt a little relieved.

Anyway, at least this kind of thing can be explained by science.

But what happened before can't be explained anyway.

"Fuck, why don't you have a tape recorder?" Dad suddenly cursed. I could clearly hear his voice trembling.

The sound just now was not a recording?

I felt even more scared.

"Yu... Yu team," Xiao Gao trembled and said, "That thing... you all saw it just now, right? That's true! This bedroom is definitely not clean!!"

"You're farting! The comrades from the forensic team are coming soon, and you're going to show them like this?" Dad roared loudly, as if he wanted to shout out all the fear in his heart, and said loudly, "Xiao Gao!

Come over here and dig this hole for me! I want to see what’s inside!!”

After Xiao Gao heard the order, he hesitated for a moment, took out a portable shovel from the bag he carried with him, and dug hard at the small hole a few times.

But before digging for long, I suddenly discovered that the blood inside was no longer gushing out, as if it was blocked by something and suddenly stopped.

How is this going?

I leaned over curiously and took a look into the small hole.

It was pitch black in that place.

A deep black.

It's so dark that you can't feel any hope.

It seems that all the resentment and hatred in the world are gathered there, and will be entangled there forever.

I really felt that deep in the cave, there was a person moaning constantly.

I could even vaguely hear his miserable screams.

This darkness gave me a very familiar feeling.

For some reason, just after I blinked, a flash of yellow suddenly flashed in the darkness, and then disappeared.

What replaced that darkness was a bright light.

From that light, I could clearly see the layout of the bedrooms downstairs.

Already dug through?

"Team Yu, there is a house on the first floor below this hole. There is nothing special about it." Xiao Gao seemed to be relieved, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and reported to his father.

"Is there any mezzanine in the wall? Are there any hidden compartments hidden between the floors?" Dad frowned and asked Xiao Gao.

Xiao Gao leaned down to the entrance of the hole and dug a few more times. After confirming, he shook his head and replied to his father: "No, they are all solid."

solid?

How can it be!?

So where did the blood flow just now come from?

The four of us looked at each other, each other's eyes full of confusion and fear of the world.

Suddenly, I remembered the darkness just now.

And that flash of yellow.

Suddenly, I understood something, and I yelled out in horror, my whole body shaking violently.

"What's wrong? Feiyu?" Dad and the four of them gathered around me with concern. At the same time, they looked around vigilantly to prevent "that" thing hidden in the bedroom from taking advantage of it.

But all I could do was open my mouth and look ahead with empty eyes.

I know why I feel an inexplicable familiarity with that darkness:

Because that’s the darkness I once saw in the empty eyes of my sister in the Biochemical Building!!

In other words, there was something just now, staring at me through the small hole without blinking.

That touch of yellow is the best proof of your eyelids!!

I felt a strong sense of fear.

"Is it okay?" Dad was still looking at me nervously. From his concerned expression, I deeply felt his love for me.

I forced a smile and nodded, indicating that I was fine.

But I couldn't say a word.

Dad saw that I was fine, nodded, and returned to his original position without asking me why.

The atmosphere turned back to an eerie silence in an instant.

The four of us who survived were either standing or squatting waiting in this bedroom, and no one had any intention of retreating first.

Because this is a mission, they are all elites among the police and are absolutely not allowed to leave their posts without authorization.

No matter how dangerous the situation is, it will never work.

Even if a teammate has died, there is absolutely no time to cry.

In fact, we were all so frightened by the experience in this haunted house that we were not in the mood to express sorrow for our teammates.

I picked up my phone and checked the time.

4:43.

It was only 20 minutes before we broke in.

Time seems to always go so slowly.

Just like that, I don’t know how long it took.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Dad suddenly trembled, seemed to realize something, stood up and walked towards the door of the house.

Sure enough, someone from the forensics team arrived.

However, they didn't stay long. They simply disposed of the body, then carried the body downstairs, loaded it into a truck, and transported it away.

There were only a few of us left in the bedroom again.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment," Dad suddenly murmured to himself, "the colleague who will take over will be here soon."

The three of us looked at each other, and no one said anything. We just took out a few cigarettes, lit them, and smoked. For a while, the small room was filled with smoke.

It gradually became brighter outside the window.

I took out my phone, and damn, it was already past six o'clock.
To be continued...