Chapter 17: The mysterious man

However, Yin Hui's head has long been filled with hatred from the master, so she can still worry about being afraid.

Soon, we arrived at the Public Security Department, which was also very dark. Apart from the lights of the security hall, nothing else could be seen.

"Bang bang bang bang." Yin Hui knocked on the glass hard.

"Who's here in the middle of the night?" The police officer on duty, who was falling asleep, finally woke up from his coma, raised his hazy eyes and glanced at Yin Hui, and then asked.

"Open the door quickly, I'm looking for Conan Doyle."

"Conan Doyle? Are you?" The police officer rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then he saw Yin Hui clearly. Because Yin Hui often followed Conan Doyle, the police officer thought he was one of his own.

"Oh, you are talking about Team Leader Conan. They have already left long ago, and they left in a hurry with four corpses. It seems like something happened."

"What? Left?" Yin Hui stared at the policeman in confusion.

Seeing Yin Hui's eyes turning red, the policeman was a little scared: "They just left for about fifteen minutes, really."

"Huh, if you lie to me, your life will be in danger." Yin Hui didn't say anything, jumped in the car and went straight to the funeral parlor where the master was stored.

If they wanted to destroy the body and eliminate traces of it, they would definitely destroy Zhao Deshui's body as well.

He must never let them destroy his master's body.

But it was too late, everything was too late. When Yin Hui arrived, Zhao Deshui's body had already been moved away.

Yin Hui got into the car with a decadent look and tears on his face. He didn't understand. He didn't know why Conan Doyle and the others did this. What kind of national secrets made them so frightened.

"By the way, the sacrificial platform, maybe they went to the sacrificial platform." Thinking of this, Yin Hui stepped on the accelerator and walked straight towards the sacrificial platform.

The West Third Ring Road is already a suburb outside the suburbs. It is very desolate. You may not even see a house for two kilometers. Apart from the long-dead flowers and trees on both sides, there is only garbage on the ground, some white...

The plastic bags danced in mid-air, which was very similar to the scary atmosphere in the movie.

When passing a cemetery, Yin Hui saw a bonfire. Two "people" were sitting on both sides of the bonfire. There were some red things roasting on the bonfire. Although it was not clear what was on it, Yin Hui also

You can guess that what they eat is definitely not something that humans can eat.

At first, Yin Hui thought that the two people were not human beings, but when he saw a black Passat parked next to them, he understood in his heart that they must be two passers-by who were accidentally penetrated by ghosts.

In the car.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Yin Hui drove the car to the two of them, then put a seal on a charm and threw the charm to the two of them.

With a bang, the talisman burned. The two guys who were grilling looked at the meat skewers in their hands and turned around and vomited.

"Get out of here quickly." Yin Hui didn't dare to stay any longer. Now that a charm was posted in the car, he drove the car and rushed forward.

This place is not very far from the sacrificial platform, so it didn't take long to walk to the sacrificial platform.

On top of the sacrificial altar, there were indeed several shaking figures, and a military Buick was parked not far ahead.

"It really is here." Yin Hui burst out with a faint smile, rushed out of the car, and hurried up.

"Yin Hui, why are you here?" The first thing that noticed him was the scalpel.

"Where's the body?" Yin Hui ignored the scalpel and asked, staring at Conan Doyle's almost roaring voice.

A layer of black fog rippled, adding to the terrifying atmosphere at the scene. Occasionally, a few wolf roars came from somewhere, which made Yin Hui feel a little dizzy.

Conan Doyle was a little surprised at Yin Hui's arrival at first, and then a black line flashed on his forehead: "Yin Hui, this is a state secret. You cannot know it. You leave quickly. If the superiors find out that you have seen what we are doing now,

If you do it, then neither you nor I can save our lives."

"You..." Yin Hui was so angry that she couldn't speak: "You removed my master's body and now you are saying that you can't save my life. As a taxpayer, I feel ashamed for you."

Yin Hui stared at Conan Doyle with his eyes. Conan Doyle's whole body was shrouded in black mist, with a flat stone under his feet. Her face could not be seen clearly, but he was sure that Conan Doyle's expression at this moment was very serious.

Embarrassing.

"By the way, those two pedestrians on the road just now were also possessed by you, right? In order to prevent them from discovering what you were doing here?" Yin Hui sneered twice and simply sat on a raised platform.

He looked at the three people with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that the CIA would do such a thing."

"Boy, you are still too young. Many things are not what you imagined." Huang Helou walked up with a guilty look on his face, looked at Yin Hui and said: "If you join this ranks in the future, you will find that many things are your fault.

I had no choice but to do it.”

Yin Hui shook off Huang Helou's hand, with a thoughtful look on his face. After a long time, he made a decision. He looked at Huang Helou and said, "Okay, I won't embarrass you, as long as you can let me take my master

Just take away the body."

"Take your master's body away?" Conan Doyle categorically denied: "No, you can't take away even a corpse today." Conan Doyle's face tightened, with a layer of anger covering his face: "Yin Hui, you

Why don't you listen? I told you that this is an irreversible fact. Your master is dead, but he will always live in your heart. This corpse is simply something external to you."

After listening to Conan Doyle's persuasion, Yin Hui couldn't help but wanted to get angry: "Stop talking nonsense, Conan Doyle, if you tell me the truth, maybe I won't continue to tangle with you. Tell me,

What exactly is going on?"

At this time, the scalpel pulled Conan Doyle's clothes in fear. Yin Hui noticed that the two people's eyes met with fear, and then quickly turned away.

"Yin Hui, please leave here quickly, otherwise the consequences will be serious." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui, with an anxious look on his face.

"Okay, I want to see what will happen." Yin Hui calmly took out a bottle of Nutritional Express from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and took a sip in a cool manner, then closed his eyes tightly.

He stared at the sacrificial altar, looking careless.

"You..." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui's cynical expression with some dumbfounding. He had no time to care about it and just turned back to look at the sacrificial altar.

On the sacrificial platform, a thick fog suddenly formed.

It's vague, but there is a tendency to look like a human figure.

"This black shadow..." Yin Hui stared at it for a long time in confusion, and finally looked at Conan Doyle's expression uncertainly. He wanted to judge from Conan Doyle's face whether the black shadow was his hallucination or reality.

Something happened.

But he saw Conan Doyle's eyes staring closely at the black shadow, and the look of fear on his face was even worse.

Yin Hui focused all his eyes on the black mist. The black mist was hazy, and the facial features could be vaguely seen, and they were twisted and deformed in a terrifying way. The corners of his mouth were slightly cracked, as if to threaten them, but also as if they were in danger.

Yelling at them.

Yin Hui quietly held a few talismans in his hand, ready to attack him at any time. However, Conan Doyle and the others stared at the black mist without changing their expressions, their eyes unblinking. It was as if they were familiar with this black mist.

Suddenly, the black mist finally moved slowly and moved in front of the five corpses.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Five sharp wind sounds sounded, and the five corpses were all sitting on the sacrificial altar.

Through the thick black mist, Yin Hui could vaguely see their faces. They were all dead for several days, but today they looked as if they were coming back to life, a soft red color, and they were even more vivid than after putting on makeup in the funeral parlor.

"Master." Yin Hui sat up from the stone excitedly, staring closely at Lao Zhaotou in the middle, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

The black shadow circled around the five corpses, and the five corpses had undergone tremendous changes.

The head of one of the corpses exploded from the body with a loud bang, and then fell to the ground with a loud bang, and even the brains fell out.

Then the old couple's heads made a 180-degree turn, twisting their heads to the back, stumbling, and then made another 180-degree turn, which turned out to be a 360-degree turn.

It shocks people's hearts.
Chapter completed!