No matter how scared you are, you always have to go to the toilet.

Feng Liang often complained when watching horror movies before - the atmosphere was not right at first glance! When it was so dangerous, the heroine/suiter had to go to the toilet alone. Isn't this a disease?

But when it was his turn, he naturally felt relieved.

Nothing can stop me from peeing—either demons or monsters can!

And... boy urine should be able to ward off evil spirits...probably...

Feng Liang thought, lit a cigarette to enhance his courage, pushed open the toilet door, and shouted: "Ha! I'm here!"

Fortunately, there was no faint sound in the toilet, saying "I'm here, brother".

Being a little bolder, Feng Liang rushed to the toilet with a meteor, consciously avoiding his vision from contacting the mirror of the reincarnation of the filthy land.

[Coward.] The assistant complained appropriately.

Ignoring the impolite assistant, Feng Liang held a cigarette in his mouth, hurriedly unbuttoned his trouser belt, and quickly started to waterproof.

After holding it in for a long time, the amount will always be larger. Feng Liang released the pressure, looked up at the ceiling, thinking: Sister Ping said that the girl's body was found in the bathroom. So... what should the situation at the crime scene look like?

The amount of water gradually became smaller, Feng Liang shook, lifted his pants, and shivered habitually.

It's a little cold...

Feng Liang thought, sucked his nose and did not forget to flush the toilet.

But he still didn't forget to stay alert. He first held a cigarette, crossed his arm over the back of his head, lit it randomly with the cigarette butt, and made sure there was nothing behind him, and then turned around.

Well, it's very safe.

[You are too... too timid?] Isn't even a assistant who should complain about the "carefulness" of the owner.

"Be careful to make the ten thousand-year-old ship." Feng Liang smiled, feeling much more at ease.

There is nothing scary! Look, nothing...

Feng Liang was cheering himself up in his heart, and suddenly felt his steps stagnant. It seemed that something was going to pull the corner of his pants.

"Hmm?!" He lowered his head alertly, and Feng Liang looked down at his legs.

There is nothing left.

I was too nervous. Feng Liang smiled self-deprecatingly and walked out of the bathroom, but did not turn off the lights.

Of course he couldn't see that there was a blurry bloody handprint on his trousers on his calf.

Sitting back on the sofa, Feng Liang picked up his phone again, trying to find some clues without believing in the evil.

WeChat, QQ, Weibo... Feng Liang even found Pig Farm Cloud Music and searched through all account information that could be read without internet connection, but still found nothing.

[It seems that there is nothing.] The assistant helped Feng Liang make a summary.

"I don't feel hurt when I stand and talk." Feng Liang replied angrily, "Aren't you an AI assistant? You're helping me find clues, you're not smart at all."

The assistant was tactful and didn't know how to deal with it, so he let Feng Liang complain.

He was the only one in the empty house, and a careless assistant who only heard the sound but did not see him. When Feng Liang felt panic when he thought of a murder in this house and the mirror of the reincarnation of the filthy land.

Forget it, let’s see something to distract yourself, and see what’s going on in the live broadcast…

Hum? Live broadcast?

Feng Liang's eyes lit up. If you remember correctly, the dead Xiao Zhang was a genuine deceased anchor!

He quickly turned on his phone and found a live broadcast assistant software used by the anchor.

Because mobile phones are absent, the content connected to the Internet cannot be used, but there are some historical records in the anchor's private news that have not been cleared or have no time to refresh.

Have it!

In the "My News" column, Feng Liang indeed saw several dynamics that can still be seen. They were some simple photos with text, without specific time display, and only roughly displayed as six months ago.

Click on the four grids and Feng Liang looked at the photo.

Caption: "Thank you for sending me a new puppet, it's really cute~~~(づ￣3￣)づ╭?~"

The first photo is a selfie with Xiao Zhang holding an unopened gift box.

The second photo is a close-up of the gift box.

The third photo, the gift box is unpacked and wrapped under the wrapping paper is a familiar black solid wood box.

"This is?!" Feng Liang held his breath, and a vague premonition surged in his heart, dragging the photo to the left.

The solid wood box was opened, and a puppet lay on the delicate red silk lined.

A small black suit, a big back, a smooth reflective face like white paper, two blush that cannot be cute no matter what, and a wooden movable chin.

The case has been solved.

Taking a deep breath of cigarette, Feng Liang exhaled a cigarette ring and put down his cell phone: "Assistant, tell me when you teleport, I was within a radius of one thousand meters of the target of the containment?"

【Yes.】

"You didn't tell me that one thousand meters is so short..." He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. Feng Liang's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, "Where is one thousand meters? He was obviously in the same elevator as me, almost one meter apart! If you said earlier, I just snatched the package and ran away! Where did so many messes come from!"

[The assistant can only obtain the approximate coordinates distributed by the main system and does not know the detailed information of the containment target. For the inconvenience caused to you, I would like to express my sincere apology and determination to never repent.]

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Feng Liang stood up from the sofa: "You are so considerate..."

You have to get the puppet quickly and get from the next door home.

No matter what method is used, if you delay it, Wang Ping and her daughter will likely follow the footsteps of the deceased anchor.

The chandeliers on the ceiling suddenly dimmed, and the LED lights seemed to have turned into low-wattage incandescent lamps, with dim and gray lights.

Feng Liang paused and narrowed his eyes.

Kitchen, balcony, bedroom, vice bedroom, and even bathroom...

All the lights in each room that were turned on by Feng Liang before, were dimmed at this time, and the light inside suddenly became dark.

After swallowing, Feng Liang lit the cigarette with his slightly trembling hands, comforting himself: "Well, it should be that the voltage has changed. It seems that he has to go find a property management... Fuck!"

Suddenly, a tingling pain came from his calf. Feng Liang jumped aside like an electric shock and looked down at his left leg, a blood mark that had been cut by a sharp weapon appeared on his left calf.

"Hiss--" Feng Liang took a deep breath, judged the general direction, and looked over in fear.

Under the sofa, a pale hand stretched out, and between the slender five fingers, he held a folded razor tightly, and some blood was stained on the blade.

There was a "crunch" squeaking sound from the bottom of the sofa, and something seemed to be squirming wildly.

Some of his hands stretched out, revealing a pale white arm that was equally slender and soft, with several dark blue corpse spots stained on his skin.

From the previous photos on Xiao Zhang's mobile phone, she was a pretty girl with a very good figure - a standard long legs of 300 70 digits. If she didn't broadcast the ventriloquy puppet live, she might have been popular long ago.

Her height is about 1.65 meters, and her legs account for most of them. The total length of the remaining part from the head to the waist and abdomen will definitely not exceed 80 cm.

The diameter limit of the storage compartment is exactly 80 cm!

"Assistant! Activate the containment bin!" Feng Liang roared and threw the thermos-like column on top of Xiao Zhang's head.

The "thermill" flashed with electric light, which was extremely unsuccessful in accordance with science and suddenly increased, turning into a tall cylindrical glass chamber, accurately buckled the female corpse on the ground below.

The edge of the glass chamber hit the female corpse's hand. Xiao Zhang shouted "gurgled", subconsciously let go of the razor, retracted his hand a little, and was covered in the glass chamber.

Just right!

[Successfully contained the sample. Obtain 100 points.]

The assistant sends prompts in a timely manner.

"Hu——" Feng Liang breathed a sigh of relief, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground.

The female corpse in the containment warehouse still didn't know what was going on, and she touched the glass with her hands foolishly.

It makes people feel a little cute inexplicably.

"I've been single for a long time, and I've seen the female ghosts with a pretty face..." Feng Liang smiled, leaning against the security door, looking at the female corpse, feeling a little proud: "It's not difficult. Fortunately, this guy is slow."

[It is monitored that you have contained supernatural samples. This type of samples is not limited by the space size. You can temporarily freeze the storage compartment and restore it to a portable state, so that it is convenient to carry without damaging the samples.]

"It's a bit interesting." Feng Liang smiled and nodded, "Frozen."

The storage compartment gradually shrank, and the inside of the glass layer was blocked by a layer of black metal-like substance, and the original size was not visible, and a mediocre thermos was restored.

Feng Liang got up, picked up the storage compartment, and shook it curiously.

【Please number or name the sample.】

Since it is the first sample to be remembered, I will call her...

"Note A1, and note it as Xiao Zhang." Feng Liang said, showing his superb naming level.

A faint blue light flashed on the body of the thermos cup, gradually combining it into a line of blue fluorescent words.

【A1-Xiao Zhang】

"It also comes with a label function, which is great." Feng Liang smiled and put the thermos back into his pocket. "Assistant, we can leave now!"

[Reminder; you have achieved the minimum task requirement, but the sample study is of low value and may not be able to obtain the expected benefits. Have you chosen to end the task and exit the plane?]

"What's the hell about the profits? Of course, I chose to go back..." Feng Liang said halfway, and his words suddenly stopped.

He thought of the neighbor who lived next door - Sister Ping, a beautiful young woman who was enthusiastic about chatting with him, the little loli Yuanyuan, who was not afraid of survival and would act coquettishly, and the cat who despised him...

"I choose..." Feng Liang paused, with a little hesitation in his eyes.

If I just left like this, the mother and daughter...

He took out the thermos and took a look, thinking of Xiao Zhang's shattered body inside.
Chapter completed!