The Strongest Terror System

There is a voice recorder on the table, and a portfolio.

Xia Feng first opened the portfolio and took a look, and took out everything inside.

A dossier of incident information, and many photos.

Except for two scenes that were shot, the rest are pictures of the dead.

He counted 8 people in total.

And without exception, although these people die in different ways, their nature is the same, and they all commit suicide.

Some hang themselves, some hit a wall, some jump off a building, or even cut their throats.

"These people committed suicide. The three great Celestial Masters sent by the guild finally went down this dead end."

Xia Feng couldn't help but think again, what happened to these people that made them choose to kill themselves?

Ordinary people don't care, especially those three great Celestial Masters who ran to solve the incident one after another, but ended up being fruitless.

Open the dossier that recorded the incident, which are all the descriptions of the victims of the strange things they encountered, and of course some of them are from the three great celestial masters.

After all, they end up being victims too.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Feng turned on the recorder and listened with bated breath.

As soon as the recording came up, it was a man reading the date. He thought that the recording time of this recording would be ten and a half days away.

The result turned out to be the recording at noon yesterday.

And the victim Hu Wei who appeared in the recording is not in the victim list of the dossier.

This shows that this person should be alive and well.

"Mr. Hu, are you feeling better? If you feel better, you can talk.

We have now recorded what you said, so for your safety, please don't hide anything. "

The person who asked was a man whose age was no more than 30 years old.

"My brother should have told you, in fact, I told him about it a week ago.

But he was so busy with the case that he didn't take it to heart, if not..."

"Mr. Hu, please describe your experience to us in detail."

The man who asked didn't want to hear the nonsense interrupt.

Hu Wei was silent for a while, as if he was organizing the language, but also as if he was panicking. He could even hear the sound of his breathing gradually becoming heavy in the recording.

"On the 10th of last month, I just came back from a business trip.

I arrived home after 3:00 in the morning. When I got back, I washed my face and fell asleep on the bed without even taking off my coat.

I slept until about noon the next day when I was woken up by a phone call.

The phone rang so loudly that it woke me up from my sleep almost instantly.

I didn't know who it was, so I subconsciously answered "Hello".

Then from the phone, a man's voice appeared. The voice was very unfamiliar to me, and it gave me a very bad feeling at that time.

If I had to describe this feeling, it would be full of malice.

Although the other party was just like that kind of notification phone call, he briefly said a word to me.

Something that struck me as very strange at the time.

"I'm at No. 45 Chaozhou Street, Hengyang."

After that person finished speaking, I didn't even respond, and hung up the phone there.

It wasn't until the other party hung up the call that I glanced at the caller's number, but there was nothing displayed, just like the kind of call from an Internet phone.

I had just woken up, and the other party was inexplicable and didn't even have a phone number, so I didn't take it to heart.

I wanted to continue to sleep for a while, but I couldn't sleep in bed.

And there were some involuntary murmurs in his mouth.

It is the address at No. 45 Chaozhou Street, Hengyang.

After I said it, I was a little surprised, because I remembered it very clearly.

After a while, a friend of mine saw the Moments I posted yesterday and knew that I was back from a business trip, so he called me and asked me to go out to play billiards.

I figured I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so I agreed to it.

We played billiards for hours, and called out a few friends for a drink at night.

When the few people separated, it was already past 1:00 in the morning, and the wind was very strong outside. I was the type of person who couldn't drink much, and when the wind blew, I immediately started to feel dizzy.

I vomited in pain while waiting for a taxi.

I can't remember how long I squatted on the side of the road. You should be able to understand what I mean. It's the kind of drinking too much, and then it seems like I fell asleep, but my head seems to be awake, but my consciousness is still a little out of control. controlled.

Anyway, drink too much.

But when I finished vomiting, there was no taxi coming, so I had no choice but to go to the main street.

As a result, as I walked, I realized that something was not right, because I couldn't remember the way at all.

Although I drink a lot, I have lived here for so many years, and I will never get lost no matter what.

What's more, the place where we eat is a place we often come, and we know everything in the vicinity.

I stopped ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and mumbled.

Because I can't see a single building around, it's all kind of weird bungalows.

Not square, not round, or the kind we usually see, but pointed at both ends and a drum in the middle, I have never seen such a strange house.

It definitely does not exist in Hengyang.

But what I said is something else later. I didn't have any judgment at the time, but I was a little flustered in my heart.

However, I felt that I was dreaming, and I pinched myself in the face. It hurt a little, but it didn't feel very strong.

I felt a little sick again, so I squatted down again, but I didn't spit it out, which was very uncomfortable.

But it was because the feeling of discomfort was so strong that I didn't feel like I was dreaming.

Leaning on my knees, I looked at the strange bungalows for a while, then I thought I might have taken a wrong turn, so I turned and walked back.

When I walked out a distance and looked back, all those strange houses were gone.

At this time, a taxi finally came out from a side road, and I hurriedly stopped and got into the car.

Seeing what I was drinking, the driver hurriedly opened the car window and kept reminding me that if I wanted to vomit, I told him that he should stop and don't vomit in the car.

I didn't pay much attention to him. Instead, I asked if there was a house in the vicinity with bulging points at both ends, shaped like a toffee.

After hearing this, the driver nodded affirmatively, saying that there are not only that kind of houses nearby, but also Hushubao Street, which is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle.

I didn't hear anything at the time. I didn't realize it until I got sober the next day. The driver thought I was drinking too much, so he was deliberately teasing me.

Where did Hengyang come from, Hushubao Street, which is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. It is basically sanitary napkins. "