Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 185: Five floating 22

Xing Lian passed through the dark underground pipeline. At that time, he did not know that at a certain moment, Lin Chen and him were separated by a wall.

As if aware of it, he stopped somewhere, raised the flashlight, and illuminated the passage in front of his eyes. The mine built by the Brit is not so difficult, and most areas have maintained the original drawing, of course, except for some creatures that are not in the plan.

A tri-colored spearhead viper snake hovering in front of it to make a nest in the wet and dark abandoned pipe.

The dynasty almost shouted in fright.

Xing Conglian put his hand on the wall of the cement pipe, and felt the greasy moss on his hands. He looked over his head, and a sudden palpitation began, and the chill began to spread from his chest. A goosebump soon appeared on his arm.

He paused for a while, and Kang An crowded in front of him and asked, "Boss, shall I come?"

Xun Lian ignored him. He turned back and pulled out his dagger, half a step forward, stepping on the tail of the snake with one foot, and holding the slippery snake body with his other hand. Keep moving forward.

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Inside the mine cellar.

When Lin Chen's consciousness was about to blur, he vaguely felt that someone was watching him.

At that time, he was resting on Duanyang's legs, Duanyang was asleep, and his breathing was hot, with various chaotic pictures in his mind. Most of the pictures are related to Xing Conglian. His consciousness no longer has so much energy to restrain the subconscious.

There was a breath around him that didn't belong to him or Duan Yang. He could only open his eyes slightly, and seeing someone standing in front of the iron cage and staring at them through the thin to nothing.

He was instantly awake.

The man outside the cage wore a robe, and after looking closely, he found that it was a white coat. But the uniform was too long, almost hanging down to the ankle, and the man wrapped in the robe was so thin that he stood in front of him as if he were a kid stealing adult clothes.

Lin Chen caressed his forehead and moved his eyes hard to the face of the coming person. At first glance, he almost wanted to swear. The other person was wearing a pure white mask, and two drops of red blood and tears fell from his eye socket, like a ghost.

Probably because he was too quiet and Duan Yang was awake. The moment he saw the man outside the cage, the young man exclaimed, "Oh, what a ghost!"

Duanyang's voice seemed to awaken the sleeping beasts beneath the ground. Suddenly, many cages around them screamed, and the iron cage shook with a loud snoring sound.

"Shh."

The masker puts his index finger close to his lips, and from behind the mask is a pure electronic sound, with inorganic icy coldness, but a kind of lightness that mocks everything.

Lin Chen sat upright, always felt that Dana was a ghost place with any kind of neurosis. Although he looked like a ghost, the one in front of the cage was still human.

"What do you do?" He asked.

After speaking, he felt very stupid, and it wasn't Huaguo here. He said that Chinese and the other party were just talking to each other.

But suddenly, he really heard the long-lost, pure Chinese: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, come here ... come with me ..."

The chains were opened, and the militants guarding the cellar pulled them out of the iron cage and walked out.