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Gripping his phone tightly, he knew this was a dangerous game, but there was no turning back now.
He jogged down the street, each step feeling like it was in sync with his heartbeat.
The streetlights flickered dimly and sparsely along the sides, casting shadowy reflections of his figure. His heart was filled with confusion and fear, but he knew that the clue to Li An was just ahead.
Finally, he arrived at a secluded corner where a half-open iron gate led to an abandoned warehouse.
He pushed the door open; it was pitch black inside, with only a faint moonlight streaming through the windows. He stepped cautiously into the darkness, each footfall feeling particularly heavy.
“Come out, I know you’re here,” his voice echoed in the empty warehouse, sounding somewhat lonely.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows—it was the masked man, holding a sharp scythe in his hand.
“Did you really think you could uncover the truth?” The man’s voice was hoarse and cold.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he replied, “I know it’s you, Doctor Zhao. I already know what you’ve done.”
The man paused for a moment, then slowly removed his mask to reveal a twisted face. “So you’ve known all along. Why would you dare come looking for me?”
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he spoke firmly, “I had to find you—for Li An, for all those innocent lives.”
The man let out a sinister laugh, and the sound of his grip tightening around the scythe echoed ominously. He understood that this confrontation was just beginning.
The house in the Yong'an Community had been standing for many years.
The dim corridor exuded a musty odor, and due to its design, it felt chillingly eerie.
Unknown Truth walked cautiously down the hallway, each step seeming to echo his heartbeat.
Finally, he arrived. The door to Room 602 was ajar; this was Officer Jiang's home.
Taking a deep breath, Unknown Truth slowly pushed the door open. Inside, only a red desk lamp cast a faint glow on the walls, which were plastered with photographs of seventeen suicide victims. He dared not look at the swollen, lifeless faces; his heart raced violently as if it were trying to escape his chest. Trembling, he shouted, "Come out! Where is Li An?"
The empty room even echoed his voice back to him.
Everything was terrifyingly silent. Unknown Truth noticed that the only closed door in the entire house was the bathroom. Gathering his courage, he walked over, calling out, "Xiao Qin, are you in there?"
Then, with all his strength, Unknown Truth slammed against the wooden door, but what he saw next left him stunned—blood splattered across the white walls. He finally spotted Officer Jiang—motionless, hanging by the frosted window, lifeless eyes staring blankly, silently declaring death.
In an instant, Unknown Truth's mind went blank. Everything was wrong.
He saw a shadow holding a scythe creeping up behind him—wasn't this the figure from that night? Unknown Truth's body trembled uncontrollably—the escape he had narrowly made that night was finally catching up to him.
"Say goodbye."
Turning around, Unknown Truth saw a man wearing a Halloween mask, gripping a sharp scythe. He suppressed his fear and bravely asked, "Tell me, where is Li An?"
"You'll find out when you're dead," the other party sneered.
Unknown Truth gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you think wielding a scythe is rather unsuitable for your identity, Doctor Zhao?"
In the final words, Unknown Truth's expression remained serious, but his tone lightened considerably: after so many days of mystery, the puzzle he had painstakingly pieced together was finally about to be completed.
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