Mo Xiaoqing could not help but take a few steps back and shine the flashlight on the woman's face. It would have been better if she hadn't shone it, but she was almost scared to death.

Because this was not an ordinary face, but a ghost face with blood flowing from the seven orifices and the right half of the face eroded.

Mo Xiaoqing kept thinking that she might be dazzled and couldn't stop her feet from retreating. Looking carefully, it was still a ghost face.

She was scared and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm looking for a missing person, so I ran in. I'm going out now."

Mo Xiaoqing actually wanted to ask, is this woman in red a human or a ghost?

The woman in red didn't say anything, but suddenly screamed and showed a wicked smile. Then, he pounced on her viciously.

With a snap, her flashlight flew out of her hand, and the room fell into darkness again.

Mo Xiaoqing suddenly heard an extremely strange laugh, and she was completely panicked. When she was about to turn around and run back, she felt a cold palm covering her mouth.

Then, Mo Xiaoqing felt that her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, more and more blurred...

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, wake up, wake up quickly." In her daze, Mo Xiaoqing heard an extremely familiar voice, and she forced herself to open her eyes.

A dazzling light shot into her eyes, and when she looked forward, she saw an extremely nervous and concerned face.

Mo Xiaoqing still didn't wake up for a while, confused, really didn't understand where she was, her last memory still stayed in that terrifying moment.

The ghost Qi Liao, wearing a red wedding dress, stared at her with blood and horror. Then the room fell into darkness. After a cold hand suddenly came over and covered her mouth, she fell into a coma and lost consciousness.

Mo Xiaoqing looked around. With the help of the flashlight, she could still see clearly that she was lying on an open space in the middle of a courtyard.

If she listened carefully, she could hear noisy voices from the room on the left, and there were several lights moving back and forth.

Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but exclaimed, "Xu Yao, did I faint? Just now?"

Xu Yao frowned and started to scold her: "Mo Xiaoqing, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to act alone without my instructions. Do you have ears? Do you obey my orders?!"

Mo Xiaoqing was stunned by the scolding. In fact, she wanted to refute in her heart.

Most of the police officers who came with Mo Xiaoqing had assigned them tasks. Looking at her, Xu Yao just arranged her to run and exercise repeatedly every day, and asked a young new police officer to follow her.

She felt that she was not a criminal police officer now, but a person who was protected by someone.

Mo Xiaoqing really wanted to prove herself with her actual actions, but she didn't expect that in Xu Yao's eyes, she was still the reckless person who didn't obey her superiors' orders.

When Mo Xiaoqing was about to explain, Liu Xiaobo's voice came from the side room,

"Captain Xu, there's something wrong, come and take a look."

Xu Yao took off his leather jacket without saying a word, put it on Mo Xiaoqing, turned around and walked to the side room. Mo Xiaoqing shook her head and followed closely behind.

As soon as she entered the room, she found that there were at least three or five colleagues inside, looking around the room with flashlights.

"Boss. According to the information we have now, the person sitting on the chair is Chen Xinhua. But now he can only be regarded as a corpse without life characteristics." Liu Xiaobo said while shining the flashlight inside.

Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but exclaimed: "What! Chen Xinhua is dead?"

Liu Xiaobo turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaoqing with an ambiguous look, and answered directly:

"Yes, he is dead."

Mo Xiaoqing followed the direction of Liu Xiaobo's flashlight and looked inside, only to see a person sitting on a wooden chair.

Chen Xinhua was sitting on the chair, his left hand on the back of the chair, his hands tied to the chair with a rope,

his two feet were also tightly tied together, and a pair of iron chains were tied to his right foot, and the other end was tied to the foot of the bed. Seeing his face covered with a black cloth, Mo Xiaoqing courageously reached out and pulled off the cloth, revealing a face full of extreme fear and despair.

Looking at Chen Xinhua's terrified face, Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but think of the same look on the faces of people who were frightened by ghosts when watching horror movies.

Mo Xiaoqing had been considering whether to tell Xu Yao that she had seen a strange woman in red.

She asked cautiously: "Why does Chen Xinhua have this expression? Was he frightened by something?"

"But from the surface, Chen Xinhua is indeed overly frightened." Xu Yao said as he put on gloves and began to carefully examine Chen Xinhua's body, not missing any details.

"There were obvious scratches and bruises on his hands where they were tied with ropes, probably from struggling. There were similar scratches on his feet as well, which shows that Chen Xinhua must have used all his strength to struggle free before he died.

But he failed in the end," Xu Yao replied.