A dark room with two-way glass on the wall, a table, three folding chairs, and a lamp on the table.
Two men in officer uniforms sat on one side of the table, and on the other end was a young man whose whole body was trembling slightly.
"Would you like to smoke?"
the older officer said as he reached out and handed over a pack of cigarettes.
"Thank you."
The young man took out one of them, and the other party lit it for him.
He took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
"I'm going to ask you some questions now.
Relax, just tell me what you know.
Don't be too nervous."
"Okay, okay."
Although the room was air-conditioned, he was still sweating.
"Then, I won't beat around the bush and ask you directly.
What exactly happened at the White Phoenix Nightclub the night before yesterday?
Please tell me what you saw and heard from the beginning in detail.
Don't miss any details, especially what you have seen.
Who or what have you seen?"
The young man took a few more puffs of cigarette and frowned.
He was trying to recall those terrible memories.
Finally, after five minutes of silence, he spoke: "I went to work as usual that day and changed in the break room.
When I was putting on clothes, I suddenly discovered that there was an extra booklet in the locker.
I tidy up the locker every day, folding or hanging my work clothes, and placing things separately, so I immediately knew there was something extra.
I thought it was very strange at the time.
Apart from myself, only our manager had the keys to all the cabinets.
But if it was him who put them in, why?
So I wanted to open it and take a look, and found that it was full of people's names.
Starting from the first page and going back, I wrote about a dozen pages.
Many of them are staff members of our nightclub.
Even the name of the boss is on it.
There are also some names that I don’t recognize.
Just as I was reading this brochure, two strangers suddenly entered the lounge.
I knew most of the nightclub employees, but I had never seen these two people before.
I asked them what was the matter, and they claimed to be policemen or detectives, but I didn’t think it was the case because the listless-looking man’s hair was too long and messy.
At least I have never seen such a policeman, and the other one Too young.
Where did such a young detective come from?
But they were able to get the certificate.
Although I suspected it was fake, I had never seen it real, so I had no choice but to believe them. " The officer heard this and asked, "Did they say their names?"
"The one with a sleeping look on his face said his surname was Furuhata, and the younger one was his assistant named Imaizumi.
I didn't hear anything wrong for a while, but then I remembered the origin of these two names.
They are using the names of police officers in Japanese dramas to fool me."
"Okay, go on."
The young man took another puff of cigarette: "The man named Gu asked me to show him the pamphlet in my hand.
I handed it to him without thinking much, but before handing it to him, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the first page of the pamphlet.
There was a change on the page, and the situation looked very special."
He seemed to not know how to describe it.
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The younger officer interrupted: "You want to say Xiehu, right?"
The young man looked up at him and was stunned for a few seconds: "Yes, Xiehu was still holding the thing in my hand.
I saw that starting from the first name on the first page, all the names began to be crossed out one by one.
It's like there is an invisible, blood-red pen scratching those names quickly At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise upstairs, and then I slipped and lost my balance and fell.
Later I found out that it was a big explosion and the whole nightclub shook.
Then, the younger police officer rushed towards me.
I didn't know what he was going to do at first, but when I looked up, I realized that the ceiling had collapsed and a large piece of cement was coming towards me.
I was stunned all of a sudden, and all I could hear was the chaotic sounds of people and shouts outside.
Then my vision went dark and I didn't know anything at all. " After the two officers listened to his statement, the older one thought for a moment and asked, "Have you seen the pamphlet you mentioned since that night?"
The young man shook his head: "When I woke up from the hospital, I had nothing on me except the hospital gown.
I think it was taken away by those two people.
Speaking of which, such a big piece of cement fell down, but I only suffered minor injuries.
Could it be those two people who saved me?"
"Sit down and wait for a moment."
The older officer stood up and walked out of the only door.
Outside the door is another room.
Opposite the two-way glass, there is also a man in military uniform standing.
He is smoking a cigarette with a frown on his face.
"Captain Shang, look at this" Shang Weiguo said without looking back: "Let him go in a while.
This matter should have nothing to do with the bombing.
It is a matter for those ghost hunters.
It's all about the things in their hands.
Those weird things, even if It’s difficult for us to handle.”
"Yes."
The officer opened the door again and walked out.
Shang Weiguo put out his cigarette, and he had basically determined who the two people the young man mentioned just now were.
"It seems that I will have to meet you again Wang Xu after all."
Midnight, No. 13 Dongfang Road, 2nd floor.
Three men, each holding a cup of coffee, sat around the coffee table, their eyes fixed on a booklet on the coffee table.
The booklet is open at this time, and every name on the first page has been crossed out with a red line.
In fact, two hours ago, there were a total of thirteen pages of names in this booklet.
All have been marked out.
When the twelve o'clock bell rang on time, Wang Xu and Elbert moved forward a little excitedly, except for Mr.
Cat, who was still sitting with his eyes distracted, and saw that the words on the booklet became blurred.
It stood up, then gradually disappeared, and then new words appeared, again names, strange names, this time there were ten pages.
Brand new, ten pages in total, with no names crossed out in blood-red handwriting.
Wang Xu stood up excitedly: "It seems like this is the one in the legend."
Elbert went on to say: "Death's list" Mr.
Cat leaned back on the sofa: "Then the question now arises.
In the past week, why did this thing not stay in the hands of the God of Death and appear at the scenes of major accidents one after another?"
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