Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 790: The home of the killer

The Jinghai is in chaos, and the traces of all forces can be seen. It is very difficult to hunt and kill the butcher under such circumstances.

The black-robed anchor chose to join forces with me. While he got my help, he also shared my troubles. This time he entered Zhu Li's dreamland. A melee that spread throughout the city.

When I arrived at Hongqiao Port, the fire was still spreading, police cars blocked off the surrounding area, and a figure standing in the middle of the fire could be vaguely seen.

Standing on the ground like a javelin, he is out of tune with the surrounding environment, his long hair flutters and flutters among the flames, like a devil crawling out of hell.

The judge glanced over, the man's senses were extremely keen, he noticed my line of sight, and looked in my direction.

There was a burning sensation coming from my close-fitting pocket, and the spine I stole from the coffin was trembling slightly as if it had been aroused by something.

Backing back, I hid in the shadows without hesitation.

"Boneless! The one who made such a big commotion is Boneless!"

I mobilized the five ghosts at the Hongqiao Port before, and I just left, and now they are chasing after me. There is no doubt that its target is me.

Buhuagu is very strong, Xu Yan and Lu Jingxiu fight together, but they can only draw with Buhuagu. Although I have broken through to the fifth level of ghost art, I may not be his opponent alone.

"Nine layers of darkness, immortality, how to deal with such a monster?"

The sound of explosions continued, mixed with shouts and exclamations, and the police car was violently knocked away, unscrupulous and unscrupulous, not paying attention to the rules of the world. "The souls of Gu Tongtong and Chen Jiuge are contained in the body of Buhuagu. I have kindness to Gu Tongtong, but I have revenge for killing Chen Jiuge. After Buhuagu found me, he behaved so violently. It is estimated that Chen Jiuge is in control of the body now , and only he would have such great hostility to me

. "

Before the head-on collision, I retreated quietly, taking advantage of my bones to attract the attention of the police, gathering the breath of my whole body, and trying to enter the Hongqiao Port.

The black-robed anchor chased the owner of the White Rose shop into the pass, indicating that Zhu Li was probably hiding in the center of the city. I was not at ease with the black-robed anchor, so I decided to go and see for myself. He is good at dreams. If he is asked to find Zhu Li in advance, if he makes arrangements in the dream, he might even be in trouble with me. After all, the black robe is not a kind and benevolent guy. If the butcher of the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital did not participate, he would forcefully lure a living person into the game and treat human life as a crime.

He is the pathfinder.

Indifference and adhering to the principle of profit first, this is the behavior style of most show anchors.

Buhuagu went on a rampage, but the police were assisted by experts from Jinghai. Those strange people who usually don't show their mountains and dews hide in the dark and try their best to prevent Buhuagu from escaping.

Under the cover of the fire, Fu Guang and Baolu continued to attack Buhuagu. It was anxious to chase me, but it couldn't get away for a while. "The local Taoist priests in Jinghai can't be underestimated. They can be held back even if they don't melt their bones. It seems that I have to re-evaluate their strength." The five ghosts were released, and they pretended to forcibly demolish the port, which shocked the whole city and led to all kinds of conflicts in Beijing and the sea.

All forces are rushing here.

But later, no one expected that I was persuaded to leave by the black-robed anchor, and the local forces in Jinghai rushed to nothing. I guess he still doesn't understand why he is so confused to take the blame for me.

Walking in the shadows, I took the initiative to avoid and sneak into the pass.

High-rise buildings, shining neon lights, only separated by a port, but the two sides are completely different scenery.

Cars come and go on the road, and young people in twos and threes walk back and forth to nightclubs and bars. For many people, nightlife has just begun in the early hours of midnight.

Wearing the good and evil Asura mask, I hid in the shadows on the corner of the street, thinking in my mind: "Zhu Li is the key to hunting the butcher. Only by catching him can we gain the upper hand. To know his location, we must First find the owner of the White Rose, the deformed flesh and blood puppet."

I once poured my obsession into her body and burst her alive. Although her flesh and blood were reassembled later, there was still the obsession of the pig cage apartment on it. As long as the distance is not too far, I can sense her position.

At the beginning, I agreed to the request of the black-robed anchor and left voluntarily. Part of the reason was because I held this trump card.

My mind is immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the flying black silk thread is pulling my soul, vaguely pointing to a certain direction.

Exiting the sea of ​​consciousness, I looked to the other side of the city: "I found it."

Jinghai is very large, even if a general direction has been determined, it is extremely difficult to really find the other party.

Explosions continued at Hongqiao Port, and the gaffe escalated. There were already police cars patrolling the road, and the loudspeakers on the top of the cars were constantly circulating the announcement that they were forbidden to go out.

"It's really powerful without melting bones."

Smiling lightly, I cautiously avoided surveillance and the police coming and going, and walked towards the other side of the city.

Concentrating the breath of the whole body, it took me a full two hours to find the place I sensed before.

It is hard to imagine that there is such an undeveloped area in the Beijing Customs where every inch of land is expensive.

Four or five-storey apartment buildings are densely packed together, and various construction wastes are piled up everywhere with paint on the surrounding walls, and the only road is also separated by blue paint boards.

It is more appropriate to say that this is a construction site rather than an apartment complex.

Walking inside, a banner against demolition was hung at the door, and a letter of complaint signed by many people was posted on the only big iron gate left.

"The owner of the White Rose has been here before." Sensing the obsession again, I was surprised to find that the flesh and blood puppet stopped moving, and seemed to be hiding in a certain room of the apartment.

"Has she been caught by the black robe? Or is this place a trap?" Looking around, no matter whether it was the nearby construction site or the dilapidated apartment building, there was no living person in sight, compared with the bright neon lights around him. It looks like a bottomless black hole here.

Called out the ghost to hide in the shadows. Its strength has not yet recovered. I used my evil spirit to help it recover while stepping into the residential area.

Continue to walk in, narrow passages, construction waste littered everywhere, and the stench of human excrement. This area that is being demolished is like a cancerous tumor in the whole city, exuding an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Sensing the position of obsession, I stopped at the door of the apartment building in the deepest part.

The judge glanced over, and there were bloodstains on the ground, which had solidified when touched with his fingers.

"It was left at least half an hour ago. The black robe is so fast." Walking into the building, the residents on the first and second floors have moved out, and the doors are covered with dust. The door lock was violently broken, and there were conspicuous blood stains on the door.

Opening the door, the smell of tribute incense wafted in the air, and toilet paper and various sundries were thrown on the ground.

The room is not big, and the furniture is very simple. Passing through the cramped living room, I entered the back room. The bedding on the bed was rolled together randomly, the sheets were wrinkled, and there were still a lot of mottled marks. It can be seen that not long ago, there was a Crazy for men and women here too.

The special pungent smell mixed with the smell of tribute incense was indescribably weird, and two words immediately came to my mind—blasphemy.

The wooden bed was close to the wall, and at the end of the bed was an altar that hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Some rotten fruits were casually thrown into the pottery bowl on it, and a few extinguished incense sticks were lit crookedly.

I turned around and walked to the side of the altar. Between the two pottery bowls was a black and white portrait.

I don't know the person in this portrait. What arouses my curiosity is that what is contained in the photo frame is not a photo, but a piece of paper cut from a newspaper. "Is it that difficult to take a photo? The dead are the most common. I'm afraid the people living in this room are out of their minds." Opening the photo frame, the paper inside was already yellowed. Impression: "Using pictures in newspapers as portraits? But then again, not everyone can be on the front page of newspapers. What has this person done?"