The mental hospital was in a strange secluded state. Mu Fan walked in along the way with a gun in his hand, stepped on the dead branches, and made a crisp creaking sound. It was quiet and terrifying.

"Dong...Dong...Dong..." Mu Fan walked inside, and after only a few steps, the footsteps stopped abruptly. His expression remained unchanged, but his pupils slightly contracted, and blood was everywhere here. Human blood passed along the way. Every distance, a corpse lay on the ground. The appearance of these corpses looked very similar, so he opened his eyes tightly, as if he had seen something terrifying and incredible nightmare, and then his life was taken away by someone before he could react.

The scene here is like purgatory.

"Here..." The gun in Mu Fan's hand trembled slightly, not because of fear, but... thinking of something, he speeded up his pace and walked along the dragged blood path, and his originally calm heart began to beating violently.

He had investigated the poppy flowers for so long that he had already mastered the murderer of the poppy flowers. The scars on these dead people were left by Yan Bai.

It was made by Yan Bai.

These people were killed by Yan Bai.

Mu Fan walked for a while and finally reached the end of the bloodstain. A tightly closed door overflowed blood from the gap in the door. Obviously... the situation inside may be worse than outside.

Putting his hand on the door handle, Mu Fan opened the door of the room, and saw the wall dyed red by blood, and the corpse that had taken away the eyes. Among them, the most tragic one was Liu Yingli. His throat was cut open, and all the blood was flowing away. When he died, he fell to the ground with a strong unwillingness in his eyes.

"No, no..." The only person who was still alive sat in the center of the body, and blood was constantly gushing out of his chest. His eye sockets were hollow, his eyeballs were dug out, and blood was constantly bleeding from his eye sockets. His heart seemed to have collapsed, just covering his head, muttering words, his breath became weaker and weaker.

"She won't not love me, no...no..."

"Yan Shiliang, tell me what was born here." Mu Fan stopped, and he frowned slightly, looked at Yan Shiliang sitting in the center of the body, and spoke.

But Yan Shiliang didn't react at all to his words, and just kept chanting the same sentence.

Mu Fan walked closer to Yan Shiliang's side and then saw a sentence written in blood on the wall beside Yan Shiliang's side.

——Now, Mu Fan, run away quickly, there is still one minute~

Mu Fan's pupils shrank slightly, then he glanced at Yan Shiliang sitting on the ground, grabbed his collar with one hand, and walked quickly outside.

...

At the same time, Yan Bai came back. She stood at Ji Baimo's door. At this moment, the lights in the hall were bright and a figure was sitting in the living room and strolling uneasy. Yan Li held the phone in his hand and dialed Yan Bai's number. He frowned and always felt uneasy, as if something bad would happen. The cigarette in his hand was about to burn, and he was unaware of it.

"Knock, knock..." A knock on the door sounded.

Yan Li's eyes lit up and immediately rushed to the gate. When he opened the door, he was about to say something, before he could say anything, a warm body hugged her, rubbed her head, and his voice was soft.
Chapter completed!