There is always a lingering musty smell floating in the air of the old Apartment building.
The wall peeled off in pieces, revealing the gray Cement underneath.
There are various small advertisements for "infertility" and "lock repair Water Pipe" randomly posted on it, like Cowhide ringworm attached to the building.
There was a lonely incandescent lamp hanging at the entrance of the stairs, its light was dim.
From time to time it flickers a few times, casting shadows on the wall, pulling and deforming.
Ding--
The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. The old Iron Gate creaked and slid aside with difficulty.
The sound of friction sounded in the silent corridor, which was particularly harsh.
A woman in cool clothes staggered out of the elevator.
The tight tank top and hip-hugging skirt outline the graceful curves.
The air in the corridor was suddenly filled with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume.
There was a hint of alcohol on her face, and she had obviously just gotten drunk in a nightclub and had just returned home.
The high heels under my feet hit the floor, making a crisp and slightly messy "ta-da" sound.
At this moment, she was completely unaware.
It's in Shadows at the corner of the corridor.
A pair of eyes emerged from the darkness, staring at her back.
The woman staggered further into the corridor and stopped in front of a door.
Then, he fumbled and took out a bunch of keys from his bag.
There was a clanging sound during the collision.
It seemed that it took a lot of effort to point the key at Keyhole and finally open the door.
There was a "clang" sound.
The woman quickly walked in and closed the door, cutting off everything from the outside world.
In the corner, those eyes were still locked in the direction where the woman disappeared.
Deep in the pupils, an extremely strange Red Light flickered faintly.
It's as if there is a wild beast hiding there.
About half a minute later, a figure quietly walked out from the corner.
The wide Black Raincoat completely enveloped his figure, and the Hood was also pressed very low.
The undrained rainwater dripped down the corners of his clothes, leaving a few tiny water stains on the dusty ground.
The figure walked along the long corridor, his steps as light as a civet cat.
Most of the lights here are broken, only one or two in the distance are still on.
The light was weak and could only outline the outline of the closed doors on both sides.
From behind the door came various sounds belonging to the residents here, the noise of TV programs, and the intermittent crying of a baby.
When the figure passed under a intact light bulb, the dim light dimly illuminated the White Mask on his face.
It is ferocious and terrifying, like an evil ghost.
Under the mask, Fang Cheng stared at the end of the corridor swallowed by darkness with sharp eyes.
This Apartment building was built in the early stages of Republican Era, with a total of ten floors and a spiral structure.
All facilities have a sense of antiquity, not to mention the installation of monitoring equipment.
No wonder the target person "Scorpion" chose to hide here.
The information provided by Chen Chen is only a general range and does not have a clear room number.
Therefore, he could only use the most primitive elimination method to conduct observations on the roof of the opposite building in advance and narrow down the target range to a few suspicious residents.
Now, Fang Cheng is standing on the seventh floor, his eyes fixed on the house number "709".
Just ten minutes ago, he saw the lights in this room go out with his own eyes.
No matter how you look at it, this is the most suspicious place.
Fang Cheng quietly walked to the door and did not take any immediate action.
Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and magnified the perception of his five senses.
Invisible ripples rippled in all directions, passing through the thick door panels and penetrating into the darkness.
All the noise from the surrounding residents was filtered out, leaving only the sounds coming from the room in front of me.
However.
The room was completely silent, not even the slightest sound of breathing or heartbeat could be heard.
Immediately afterwards, a wisp of unusual smell, like an invisible hook, hooked Fang Cheng's sense of smell.
It was mixed with the inherent musty smell of the corridor, very light, very weak, but with a pungent Aura.
Like Seaside salted fish that has been exposed to the sun gives off that fishy and stinky smell.
This smell may be difficult for ordinary people to detect and distinguish.
But Fang Cheng can clearly sense it.
This is definitely not a situation that normal residents should have.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, then stretched out his hand and pushed the door gently.
The door didn't budge and was locked tightly.
Then he lowered his head and glanced at the old Keyhole.
Without any hesitation, Fang Cheng reached into the inside of the raincoat and took out a cross-shaped Screwdriver.
Then firmly align the cone tip of Screwdriver with Keyhole and slowly insert it.
One hand tightly grasped the cold door handle to fix the door panel, and the other hand grasped the handle of Screwdriver.
My ears keenly caught the roar of a car speeding past on the street in the distance.
That's it now!
Fang Cheng's arm instantly Exert Force, suddenly sent Screwdriver inward, and directly collided with the marble inside the lock cylinder with brute force.
Click!
A cracking sound that was suppressed to the extreme came from the lock cylinder.
It was also almost perfectly masked by the roaring noise coming from the street.
Fang Cheng held the handle of Screwdriver, and then twisted his wrist calmly.
All the marbles were violently lifted out of their original positions, and the feeling of obstruction disappeared instantly.
The lock cylinder lost its resistance and unscrewed smoothly.
Squeaky--
The door was slowly pushed open, revealing the scene inside.
Fang Cheng walked straight in without deliberately lowering his footsteps.
If the resident in the house is really the target person "Scorpion".
So, given the opponent's extraordinary vigilance recorded in the intelligence, even the slightest sound of unlocking the door just now was enough to wake him up from his deep sleep and prepare him to respond to the enemy.
Fang Cheng did not choose the more direct method of kicking in the door and breaking in.
I just don't want to alarm the ordinary residents around me before confirming the target.
The house was pitch black, and the heavy curtains blocked all the light from the street lights outside, creating a sense of isolation and claustrophobia.
But this has no effect on Fang Cheng.
In his field of vision, everything in the dark was clearly outlined and clearly visible.
This is a standard three-bedroom apartment with very simple furnishings and surprisingly clean and tidy, even to the point of being a bit rigid.
Fang Cheng's eyes scanned every inch of space like a falcon, and his powerful perception searched for any enemies that might be hiding in the dark.
At the same time, the muscles in the whole body are like coiled pythons, tense to the extreme, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
According to intelligence records, the target is suspected of having stealth capabilities, so the highest level of vigilance must be maintained at all times.
Living Room, kitchen, bathroom...
Fang Cheng walked quickly around the house.
In the end, only the closed bedroom door was left open.
The vague smell of salted fish came from inside.
Scorpion, is probably hiding inside.
Fang Cheng no longer tried any more, and immediately strode towards the bedroom, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked the door hard.
Bang!
The fragile wooden door, together with the door lock, exploded inwards as if it had been hit by a cannonball.
Sawdust fragments flew everywhere in an instant.
Agent stealth and secret assassination are not the skills Fang Cheng is good at.
At this time, more direct violent means must be used to solve the target.
As the door opens, the scene in the bedroom instantly comes into view.
Several wardrobes, a desk, and a Desk Lamp on the table.
There were also several erotic magazines with explicit covers scattered nearby.
Fang Cheng glanced across it suddenly.
Finally, it settled on the bed in the center of the room.
The bed was covered with a layer of white gauze, and through the hazy tulle, one could see a vague outline of a human figure lying quietly in it.
The stench that fills the air is coming from Source.
Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and walked over step by step.
He didn't hear any heartbeat or breathing.
Before reaching out and pulling apart the tulle, it was already certain that what was lying on the bed should be a corpse.
The fact was just as he expected.
Under the tulle that was suddenly lifted, there was a horrifying mummy.
The appearance of the corpse before birth was completely lost. The skin was like dried bacon, tightly attached to the bones.
The eye sockets were sunken into two black holes, and the mouth was opened wide in pain.
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It was as if he was in a state of extreme fear before dying, begging the murderer for mercy.
Fang Cheng gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The appearance of this mummy is really... too tragic.
It can only be vaguely identified as a woman from certain physical features.
She looks like she has been dead for a long time.
But the strange thing is that no signs of natural decay were found on the corpse, and there was no stench that ordinary corpses should have.
It was as if all the water and Life Force in her body were completely drained by some force in a very short period of time.
Fang Cheng observed the mummy carefully, hoping to find some clues, but still found nothing.
After all, he is not a professional forensic scientist and does not have any testing equipment at hand.
Then he raised his head and looked at the entire room carefully again.
Now it is certain that apart from this corpse, there is no other living person in this room.
Just now Fang Cheng kicked in the door and even deliberately exposed several flaws in his back during the search.
Just to seduce Scorpion who might use Invisibility and hide in the dark.
But from beginning to end, the other party never showed up.
"Is Chen Chen lying to me..."
Fang Cheng whispered to himself.
No.
As soon as this idea came up, it was immediately rejected.
Fang Cheng's eyes fell on the floor at the foot of the bed.
There, there was a drop of yellow mucus-like substance the size of a fingernail that had already solidified.
His eyes lit up, he knelt down, stretched out his fingers, and touched it cautiously.
As soon as it comes into contact, the skin will feel a burning sting, as if it is contaminated with Concentrated Sulfuric Acid.
The skin on the fingertips slowly became shriveled, and the moisture in the flesh seemed to be absorbed by the mucus.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, True Qi's eyes wandered.
The fingertips are like a lighter, with a wisp of Crimson-Gold Flames popping out.
Under the burning of Flames, that strange drop of mucus instantly turned into a plume of smoke and disappeared completely.
"The person who lives here should be Scorpion, yes..."
Fang Cheng stood up and his eyes fell on the desk again.
There was a cup of coffee there. He reached out and touched the side of the cup, but it was still warm.
The Master in this room must have just left recently.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the wire of Desk Lamp.
Follow the wires and look at the socket in the corner.
There was a white device with a knob inserted there, which seemed to be used for timing.
Fang Cheng understood instantly.
This is the Timer Switch used to control the bedroom lights. After setting the time, the power will be automatically cut off.
Just now he saw the lights in this room go out outside. It was not because Master was going to sleep, but because the timer was playing tricks.
This prey is indeed as vigilant and cunning as the legend says.
But the more this happens, the more it proves that you have not found the wrong target.
Fang Cheng walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains.
It was equally dark and deep outside.
The cold rain beat on Glass, forming a stream of water that meandered down, blurring the scene on Street.
He looked out the window, his eyes flickering slightly.
According to the profile in the case file, Scorpion has a hobby of stalking young women on rainy nights, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
After this kind of chain Assassin has been dormant for a long time, there will usually be an impulsive period that is difficult to control.
They will go out uncontrollably to find new targets.
And tonight, this rainy night, may very well be the moment for the opponent to hunt.
You can choose to stay and hide in this room, waiting for the other party to return and throw yourself into the trap to give him a fatal blow.
Or...
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the miserable female corpse on the bed again.
Then he stretched out his hand, gently closed her eyes that could not be closed, and said calmly:
"Don't worry, I will let the murderer be buried with you."
After saying this, he didn't linger at all. He turned around, walked to the window, and opened the window directly.
The next second, he jumped from the window on the seventh floor without hesitation.
The black raincoat fluttered in the night wind, like a Falcon with its wings spread, disappearing in the dark rain curtain in an instant.
JB Zone, Yingchun Road.
The Neon Lights signboard of "Liren Nightclub" glowed with purple-red halo in the rain curtain.
Like a giant beast lurking in the urban forest, he opened his blurred eyes.
Even a rainy day can't extinguish the fanatical atmosphere here.
The powerful drum beat penetrated the wall, intertwined with the sound of rain, shaking the slippery asphalt road.
Cars stopped briefly at the door one after another, dropping off or picking up fashionable and well-dressed men and women.
Cheng Le Yi's luck is obviously not good tonight.
She has been standing under the eaves for almost ten minutes.
Taxis with their red lights on "carrying passengers" roared past her, splashing water, forcing her to step back repeatedly.
She sighed irritably, put away her phone and put it in her bag.
My home is only two blocks away from here, so it doesn't take long to walk back.
After making up her mind, she opened the transparent umbrella she bought at a high price at the door of the nightclub and stepped into the rain.
Wearing an eye-catching red suspender skirt, she wrapped her slim figure, and her slender white legs were particularly eye-catching in the night.
The stiletto heels stepped on the waterlogged road, making a crisp and lonely "tap, tap" sound.
The silver tassel earrings swayed gently with her steps.
Together with the sequined Kun bag on the shoulder, it reflects the blurred lights of Midnight city.
Turning the corner, the hustle and bustle was instantly left behind, and the world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.
This is a quiet side road, and most of the shops on both sides have closed.
Only the dim yellow streetlights cast a blurry circle of light in the rain.
The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a crackling sound, which became the only background sound at this moment.
Cheng Le Yi gathered up Chang Fa, which was blown by the wind, and continued walking forward.
At some point, a strange sound mixed in with the sound of rain and her own footsteps.
It was the sound of footsteps that were neither fast nor slow.
When she stepped in the puddles, the sound she made was deeper and more sticky than the sound of her high heels.
It's like... walking with soaked boots.
Once, and again.
The rhythm was inseparable from her steps, like a lingering shadow.
Cheng Le Yi's heart suddenly sank.
She tightened her fingers on the umbrella and bag unconsciously, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
Someone is following me?