In a closed, sealed room

Bai Qianmo's eyes were covered by a black cloth. She sat quietly in a chair, waiting patiently.

"Squeak"

The iron gate was opened from the outside, followed by the clattering of leather shoes on the floor.

"Miss Bai?"

Bai Qianmo nodded.

In the darkness, a tall figure stood two meters away from Bai Qianmo, staring at her for a moment.

He then placed his black briefcase on the table beside him.

He opened the bag and took out a black computer.

They started operating it skillfully.

After a moment, the man slowly raised his eyes and looked at the girl opposite him.

His handsome, resolute eyebrows twitched slightly, and he sighed inwardly, "This little girl really has some patience."

She has been waiting for three hours since she entered this door.

A dark, enclosed room; the sound of dripping water; a damp smell.

Even with her eyes blindfolded, she was able to maintain such a calm and composed demeanor.

As expected of someone personally brought by Elder Qin.

The man stood up, walked behind Bai Qianmo, and untied the black cloth strip.

Bai Qianmo regained her sight, her clear eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze quickly swept across the entire room.

The room wasn't large, and there was a faint smell of dampness, suggesting it was a secret base built underground.

"Miss Bai, welcome to the Paranormal Bureau."

"The Paranormal Bureau," an organization shrouded in mystery.

Similar to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but unlike the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the cases here are "non-scientific".

As the name suggests, it means that there is no reasonable explanation for it using scientific theories.

The people here also have "abnormal thinking" because the cases they handle are all abnormal.

Seeing that Bai Qianmo didn't speak, the man chuckled softly.

Extend your hand.

"Let's get to know each other formally. My name is Luo Cheng, and I'm in charge of the 314 major murder case."

Bai Qianmo stood up and looked at the man standing in front of her.

The man was around thirty years old, with a masculine and upright appearance, a wheatish complexion, and a lean physique.

She has a bright white smile and is very approachable.

"Hello!" Bai Qianmo said coldly.

Luo Cheng smiled and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

Before leaving, Old Qin told Miss Bai that she was a little cold and that she should be prepared.

It's not just a little cold.

It's practically an iceberg that can't be pried open, okay?

"Ahem... Miss Bai, the data has been copied to your computer."

Bai Qianmo glanced at the black computer on the table, a slight glint appearing in her deep eyes.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome. This is all what Elder Qin instructed. I will follow your instructions regarding everything concerning the 314 case from now on."

Bai Qianmo didn't say anything more and went straight to the computer.

A slender hand gripped the mouse and quickly clicked to open a video.

In a dimly lit room, the only light comes from a desk lamp on the table.

Two people in uniforms were sitting at the table. One was taking notes, while the other was asking questions with a serious expression.

"Zhao Guofeng, male, 49 years old, at 3:00 AM on March 14, XX year, murdered a total of 13 people, including his wife, children, friends, and neighbors."

"Zhao Guofeng, do you admit that you did all of this?"

A man sat opposite the mahogany table.

The light was dim, and he hung his head, half of his body hidden in the darkness.

After a long silence in the interrogation room, the man finally spoke slowly.

"I admit it." The voice was hoarse, with an eerie calm.

What was your reason for killing him?

Hehe...

The man chuckled softly. The laughter wasn't loud, but in that enclosed space, it sent chills down one's spine.

The interrogators were stunned for a moment, then exchanged glances with their partners.

They saw a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

The man spoke in a chilling voice: "I killed them because it was time for them to leave, like... you!"

The handcuffs suddenly clicked open, and the man slowly stood up from the chair.

At this moment, he finally raised his head. The video was quite old, so much so that in the dim light, one could only vaguely see a pale face, sickly white.

The interrogators immediately stood up in fright: "Zhao Guofeng, what are you trying to do? This is an interrogation room; you can't escape."

"Is that so?" the man said quietly, tilting his head to look at them.

In the video, a blurry figure flashed past in an instant, closing in on the two interrogators in the blink of an eye.

He stretched out his arms, grabbed the two men by the neck, and lifted them high.

The two struggled desperately, trying to call for help, but could only utter hoarse sobs.

Due to extreme oxygen deprivation, his face began to turn bluish-purple, and his body gradually became still.

The man calmly tossed the two men away.

Like a rag doll, it crashed against the cold wall and then fell heavily to the ground.

Next, the man walked under the surveillance camera and raised his bloodless face.

Those eyes were deep and lifeless, like bottomless voids.

His taut lips slowly parted, revealing a strange and eerie smile.

Immediately afterward, the video feed started shaking rapidly, accompanied by a hissing sound.

The entire screen was covered in snow, and after about a minute, the monitoring equipment was restored.

But in the dimly lit interrogation room, there were only the bodies of the two murdered interrogators.

The iron gate with the coded key was tightly closed, and there were no windows on any side.

That night, in the heavily guarded interrogation room, Zhao Guofeng simply vanished into thin air!

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