: Chapter 833 Bloody Scene

Episode 833
The whole process lasted for half an hour.
Hou Peiru spoke intermittently, occasionally mixed with content that seemed clueless.
Gu Yifan frowned.
Zhou Yang's expression became more and more solemn.
Things are not complicated.
A middle-aged man finds Hou Peiru and tells him the distress of being tortured by nightmares.
Starting from experience, Hou Peiru hypnotized the man, and wanted to see the thoughts in the man's deep consciousness.
However, the bad luck began at that time.
After sending away the man, what he said began to appear in Hou Peiru's dream.
Nightmare, indescribable, nightmare full of all kinds of weird visions.
Repeatedly in Hou Peiru's sleep.
It seemed that the middle-aged man dragged Hou Peiru into his dream.
Even more frightening is that Hou Peiru could not wake up in a nightmare.
She must wait until all the segments have been experienced before she will wake up.
This feeling is too scary.
"In a dream, I have pain, taste, vision... I almost thought it was not a dream, but a real thing!" Hou Peiru cried, covering her face, "I haven't slept for nearly forty-eight hours. I'm so tired. But I dare not close my eyes."
"I'm afraid of going through those nightmares again!"
"Zhou Yang, you must be able to help me, right?" Hou Peiru grabbed Zhou Yang's hand.
At this moment, the landline bell rang.
Gu Yifan clicked on the speakerphone: "Hello, Peiru Psychology Center!"
"Hey..." A heavy sigh came from the hands-free speaker.
Gu Yifan's scalp is numb.
"What's the matter with you?" Gu Yifan asked.
"There are four days left!" the voice on the phone said, "Tell the woman that in four days, she must tell others about these dreams, otherwise, she will be stuck in dreams forever."
"It's him!" Hou Peiru screamed, not knowing where he was, so he rushed to the phone and grabbed the receiver.
"Why are you killing me? Why?" Hou Peiru shouted hysterically.
"Haha...I'm free! Thank you for passing on those dreams!"
"How do I pass it? You say! Hello?"
The other party has hung up.
Zhou Yang walked over and took a look at the phone number, then dialed Wei Feifei and asked her to help investigate the source of the number.
A minute later, Feifei Wei came back and said an address by the way.
"go!"
Zhou Yang acted decisively and took Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru to the patient's home.
As they arrived at the location, three police cars also arrived at the same time.
A police officer who took the lead took the initiative to express his intention to Zhou Yang.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, the superior has sent us to assist you. Captain Wei has another job, otherwise she will personally lead the team." A police officer said.
"Thank you!" Zhou Yang nodded with a smile.
Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru looked at each other.
This is the benefit of being a transcendent.
Any phone call can allow the police to send someone to support.
You know, no matter what happens, the presence of the police will reduce a lot of trouble.
Zhou Yang took a dozen police officers to the eighth floor with Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru.
"802! This is it!" the police officer said, pointing to the security door.
A police officer planned to knock on the door, but was stopped by Zhou Yang.
"It's too late!" Zhou Yang had already activated his perspective skills.
Everything inside is clear at a glance.
He kicked it out.
The heavy anti-theft door instantly deformed drastically.
The center is completely sunken.
A good door was kicked in half by Zhou Yang.
The police officers rushed into the room immediately.
A disgusting smell went straight to everyone's nose.
Sorrow, stench... as if the toilet was blown up.
The floor is full of toilet paper and instant noodle boxes.
There were a few with residual soup, and flies crawling around the edge of the box.
The officers covered their noses and frowned.
"The situation inside is a bit...Everyone is mentally prepared!" Zhou Yang reminded.
Everyone is at a loss.
But when they walked into the master bedroom, everyone was stunned.
A policewoman covered her mouth and turned and rushed out, and soon there was a voice of vomiting.
Although the rest of them were holding back forcibly, they were still shocked by the scene before them.
On the ceiling in the middle of the bedroom, a rope was lowered. A man's neck was suspended from the rope, his limbs drooping, and his tongue sticking out.
Apparently suffocated to death.
The bed is bloody, and what can be recognized with the naked eye are some internal organs, intestines...
Looking closer, it seems that there are still two eyeballs.
In short, the scene is chilling.
The four walls are garishly fancy, filled with incomprehensible lines and compositions.
At first glance, it looks like a work left by a certain post-modernist painter.
At the second glance, it was like the dead being tortured.
Gu Yifan and Hou Peiru's stomachs have turned over.
But one resisted not wanting to show his timidity.
The other is attracted by the pictures on the wall.
"This..." Hou Peiru seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his coming, and he walked towards the wall with his eyes straight.
"Search the scene, Mr. Zhou Yang, you guys, please avoid it!" the police officer said.
Zhou Yang nodded: "It should be suicide!"
"What evidence do you have?" The police officer was stunned. The investigation has not yet begun.
Zhou Yang pointed his eyes: "I saw it."
The police officer was stunned.
But they soon thought of Zhou Yang's identity as an extraordinary person.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, are you sure?" the police officer asked, "this matter involves human life and is of great importance!"
"I can talk about my judgment, and then you continue to investigate, and finally confirm each other!" Zhou Yang said frankly.
From the perspective of the of death, the last moments of the dead were deeply imprinted in Zhou Yang's mind.
"The deceased has locked himself in the house for at least three days!" Zhou Yang squatted down and gently pulled the box of instant noodles. "There are a total of eight boxes of noodles. What I ate in the morning was quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator."
Zhou Yang picked up a plastic bag and shook it.
It says "X full dumplings, good taste".
"There are three bags, corresponding to three mornings."
"Today is the third day!"
Zhou Yangqiang endured the pungent, smell and pointed to a blood-stained dagger on the bed and said, "The deceased sat on the bed first... well, it should be called meditation."
"After meditating for about ten minutes, his mood suddenly collapsed, and then he began to mutilate himself."
"That little plastic chair is for his feet."
Then, Zhou Yang expressionlessly narrated the way the deceased killed himself, his tone was calm and there was no fluctuation.
The police officers were all hairy.
It seemed to be listening to the modern version of "Paoding Jie Niu".
An adult man took out the contents of his abdominal cavity little by little and cut off...
Then he blinded himself, and finally committed suicide with a rope.
Reaper's perspective seemed to be hindered in some way, when Zhou Yang wanted to go back to the deceased's past again, it was blurred.
"Found a diary!" a police officer exclaimed excitedly.