Chapter 220: When Did You Come

The crying was low, not shrill. It was a man crying hiding in the room.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe clicked his tongue. The thumping sound of hitting the door behind him gradually calmed down. It seemed that the fierce ghost couldn't break through the iron gate and turned to find other ways to approach him.

Taking advantage of the ghost's detour, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pushed the door of the lounge, but it wasn't locked. However, the moment he pushed the door open, the crying in the room stopped abruptly.

The room was pitch black. The moonlight spilled a small fan-shaped bright surface at the door along the door Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pushed open, illuminating the tea table and chairs in the lounge.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe touched it casually and touched the light switch on the wall by the door.

Click, the light turned on, and the furnishings in the room were clear at a glance. There was nothing fancy in the prison guard's lounge, nothing more than a sofa and tea table for drinking tea, a wardrobe for hanging uniforms, a few lounge chairs, and a TV that was usually used to watch surveillance but was now a black screen.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood by the tea table and looked to the front right. The crying just now came from the direction of the bathroom.

"Woo, woo woo..."

The low sobbing was suppressed to the extreme, but it didn't disappear completely. The weak sound was particularly clear in such a quiet night.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe thought for a while, stopped, and the features under the mask changed quietly.

In the brightly lit lounge, only the low and hoarse man's crying sounded intermittently, sobbing painfully, as if he had been greatly stimulated. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood in place without moving, as if nothing had happened, and as if everything had happened.

The LED light on the ceiling cast cold white light. There was nothing under Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's feet, not even a shadow.

His shadow had left.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took a step back and turned off the light, letting the room return to pitch black, hiding his tracks in the darkness.

A pitch-black two-dimensional human figure stuck to the floor, merged with the darkness in the lounge, and slipped into the bathroom silently.

The man's crying became clear because of the closer distance. The tiles on the bathroom floor were wet, and the fine silver moon spilled in from the blinds, illuminating a twisted figure sitting hunched over on the toilet. He covered his face with both hands and cried painfully.

"Woo woo, woo..."

Judging from the uniform on his body, this person hiding in the bathroom crying was a prison guard, but his uniform seemed a bit big. The shoulder pads on both sides were sagging loosely, and the baggy trouser legs covered his shoes. His hunched back looked very thin, and the "woo woo" crying came from the face buried in his arms. His thin palms were holding a gun with the safety off tightly.

What happened? Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked at this prison guard who was wearing ill-fitting clothes and hiding in the bathroom crying with some curiosity.

Before he could observe further, a muffled "thump" suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's thoughts.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, who was standing beside the coffee table, suddenly snapped back to his senses. He walked to the door and looked outside, only to see a corpse with its head down and feet up "standing" stiffly on the basketball court, a pool of bright red blood spreading beneath its head, and another pool of blood not far behind it.

The bloodstains extended from the other side of the basketball court. The evil ghost possessed by the corpse followed Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's tracks and jumped over all the way.

Thump—

It jumped forward again.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe turned and left without hesitation.

His body turned into a black and white magpie the moment he jumped up, but the magpie's identity lasted less than a second before turning back into a human figure. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe landed on the roof of the bungalow relying on the inertia of flight, without any pause, and ran away.

"Woo woo... woo woo..."

The prison guard hiding in the bathroom cried in a low voice. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe moved on the roof of the prison like a parkour master in a highlight reel, flying over eaves and walking on walls. The corpse that could only jump with its head was soon left far behind by him.

But it was useless. No matter how many times he threw the ghost away, it was useless. The ghost would not get tired, the ghost would not get tired, the ghost would not die, and the ghost would not stop.

No matter how far you throw it away, the immortal ghost will follow you tirelessly until you are exhausted, until you are physically and mentally exhausted, until you die.

This is a world without end, and this is a chase without end.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe jumped up and turned into a flying bird, crossed the electrified wire fence, and landed at the entrance of a cell door covered in bloodstains.

The blood-stained stretcher fell to the ground, and several prison guards lay in a mess, motionless. This was the place where the ghost first killed people.

The prison was full of people, and the alarm had been ringing for a long time. All the prisoners couldn't sleep because of the noise and were shouting and making trouble in the cell. The continuous pushing and scolding mixed with the sound of metal collision came from inside, which was even noisier than the alarm that never stopped all night.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe knelt on one knee and flipped the stretcher on the ground over.

A very ordinary stretcher, two sticks and a few pieces of cloth, stained with someone's blood, nothing else suspicious.

Looking at the prison guard's corpse lying on the side, the pupils were dilated, breathing stopped, the warm body temperature had just started to cool down, the heart in the chest was motionless, dead, a very ordinary corpse.

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After a simple check, there were no suspicious external injuries on the bodies of several dead people. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had rarely seen external injuries on people killed by ghosts so far.

But no external injuries doesn't mean there are no other clues.

The shadow of a person killed by Yeyao will be incomplete, the person killed by Te-Rang will have no shadow, and the person killed by Taiyi's substitute will also leave suspicious clues in their social circle during the process of Taiyi taking their identity. As long as these clues are found, it is possible to provide a basis for cracking the ghost's killing rules.

But Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't see anything suspicious on these people.

"Can't see the cause of death of these people at all..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe grabbed a prison guard by the collar and brought his dead, pale face close to himself.

"Strange... but I can't say where it's strange."

He could feel that there was something strange and abnormal in these corpses, but no matter how careful his observation was, he couldn't determine the source of that "abnormal feeling."

Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, limbs, body, heartbeat, body temperature... every part of these corpses was incomparably normal, but together they gave Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe an extraordinarily abnormal feeling.

Observing that pale dead face closely, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's abnormal feeling in his heart became even stronger.

I know there is something abnormal in these corpses, but I don't know exactly where they are abnormal, not even a clue...

"Wait, why did the criminals in the cell suddenly become quiet..." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe put down the corpse and stood up vigilantly.

Looking up, he saw a stiff corpse with its head down and feet up standing at the cell door.

"Old Li? When did you come."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 221 =====