Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 145 The massacre in the dream
She knew what Lin Xiaodong was doing, and deliberately walked to the shop while he was at the window.

Lin Xiaodong didn't have time to think about her intentions, so he rushed downstairs. Even if it was a ghost, he had to catch her and ask her.

In the heavy rain, Lin Xiaodong overcame the fear left by the last attack, rushed into the heavy rain, and ran towards the gallery across the road.

He estimated that this time would not exceed 5 minutes. During these few minutes, he did not believe that this woman could disappear.

However, after entering the gallery, it was still disappointingly empty.

It's just that, where he took the painting away, a new painting was placed. This is a white western-style building at the foot of the mountain, a three-story building, a huge yard, and a lush forest behind it. Pleasant, but under the gloomy sky, in the yard, a big black dog is staring out of the painting, with fierce green eyes flashing fiercely, staring at it.

Outside the gallery, the heavy rain was pattering, as if isolating the world.

It seemed that she knew that Lin Xiaodong had learned the details about the dog, and added this new painting as if to confirm with him that this direction was correct.

Lin Xiaodong didn't have time to deliberate on the details of the painting, so he ran out to track down the girl's whereabouts, but, on the long street at night, with heavy rain pouring down, where is anyone's shadow?
He ran aimlessly in the rain for a long time, but finally returned without success.

He had to go to the villa in Nanpu once.

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Nanpu is in the southeast of Linzhou.

Linzhou is already a city close to the sea, while Nanpu is a second-tier coastal town. The air is always filled with a salty smell from the ocean.

Compared with the scorching heat in Linzhou, the heat in Nanpu is a bit more stuffy, which is due to the huge humidity near the sea.

In Nanpu, instead of sweating, Lin Xiaodong felt greasy and sticky all over his body, which made Lin Xiaodong feel even more irritable.

The way to Shen's Mansion is not difficult to find, because the case of extermination of the family that caused a sensation in this small town in 93 has been circulated in various stories in Nanpu.

The Shen family's villa is already halfway up the mountain. Even today, 30 years later, this place is not considered densely populated.

After inquiring along the way, Lin Xiaodong found out that since the massacre of Miemen, the Shen family's luxury villa at that time had no one to take over, so it was left vacant.

"Are you a live broadcaster?" asked the driver who took Lin Xiaodong up the mountain.

"No, why do you say that?"

"The place you went to, because there was a murder case before, there were all kinds of haunted rumors. In the past two years, some Internet celebrities from other places will go to this place to shoot videos. I have attracted a single customer before. There are live broadcasts there, and we locals hide away when we see that place, are you people really not afraid?"

"I heard that the owner of this family was out of town at the time and did not die. Did this Shen Guoming return to Nanpu later?"

"Where will he come back? It is said that he went abroad, became a monk, and died. There are all kinds of theories, that is, he has never come back. Now we in Nanpu have nothing to do with this family. You came just in time. During this time, this house is being publicized, so you may not be able to see it if you come later."

"Announce what?"

"The road is going to be built in that place, and the house is going to be demolished, because the owner you mentioned can't be contacted, and everyone else is dead, so we can only make a public announcement to find a possible heir."

"That's pretty good." Lin Xiaodong's reaction when he heard the news was different.

Of course the driver didn't understand: "What's so good? Even though it's said to be a haunted house, I don't want to give it to me for free, but if it's for demolishing and getting money, it's pretty good."

As he was talking, the car stopped next to the car, and the driver turned to Lin Xiaodong and said, "It's just ahead, you can walk over by yourself, don't give me a bad review because of this."

When Lin Xiaodong got out of the car, weeds grew on both sides of the dilapidated uphill concrete road. The weather was hot and windless, and there were tens of thousands of unknown flying insects on the weeds, which made one's scalp tingle.

Sure enough, as the driver said, after walking up for about 200 meters, a white western-style building appeared in front of us, which seemed acceptable at first glance.When I got closer, I found that the white outer wall was full of cracks of different thicknesses. I don't know if it was caused by wind and rain or man-made.

Standing in front of the large rusty iron gate in the yard, Lin Xiaodong suddenly flashed in his mind the latest oil painting he saw on a rainy night. In the oil painting, the house was brand new, and the dog was standing beside the iron fence that he was facing right now. Inside, staring out with piercing eyes.

To be honest, he himself didn't know why he came here.

30 years, what else can be left?

Perhaps, what he wants is just empathy with the painter.

Thinking of this, he walked into this abandoned haunted house.

With a harsh "squeak", the rusty iron door was pushed open.

Step by step, he stepped on the ground full of debris, making a rustling sound.

Lin Xiaodong wondered if the murderer entered through the front door in the same way.

The big black dog, barking furiously at him, would wake the house in no time.

However, he was already prepared, and he had a way to stop the dog from barking.

Whether it is the door of the yard or the door of the villa, they are all opened normally.

He has the key.

The order of killing was very clear, starting with the old man on the first floor, and the big dog followed him, showing sharp fangs with the awakening of the primitive hunting gene in his blood.

The murder weapon was a forty-centimeter machete. The knife was raised and dropped, and the blood spattered the originally clean ground.

The hostess and a pair of children sleeping soundly on the second floor did not know what happened downstairs.

In the dark, he walked up the stairs step by step silently. The white column handrails, with the aesthetics of a businessman who has just met the world, and innovations that make foreign things work for China.

Standing at the stairway on the second floor, he looked around to see where the first place to attack was.

There are three bedrooms on this floor, and the master bedroom is on the left side facing south. Thick blood poured out, eyes greedy, as if looking forward to a new killing.

A gloved hand turned the round doorknob that was popular in the 90s, and the door opened, and the hostess slept alone on the huge double bed, deep in sleep, thinking it was just another lonely night.

The butcher's knife was raised and lowered, without giving her a chance to resist.

In the terrible sound of biting, he went to the opposite room without hesitation, and the boy was dealt with.

When he turned around, an accident happened, and a pair of frightened eyes appeared through the gap in the door—the girl woke up...

(End of this chapter)