Here Lies The Wicked

I think I should be able to find some important clues in APA's text message or chat software.

Unfortunately, he was a human being, a living human being with flesh and blood, not a prophetic octopus, without eight tentacles, so his prophecy was doomed to failure.

There were no more valuable clues in Appa's phone, only that one shot halfway through the video.

Even the last part of the text was sent to them.

The clue was interrupted.

They want to call the police now, and they don't dare call the police.

First of all, I can't tell you where this phone came from.

Appa disappeared, but they had the phone. Who knew if the phone had ever been passive and if important evidence had been deleted? Because as long as the phones are turned in, they can't hide the fact that they violently cracked the passwords of the phones.

This is an indisputable matter.

If they do call the police, there is only one possibility of the end result, whether or not the suspect is Fang Zheng and Tu Haodong, until the case is settled, it is estimated that the prison gate is being opened for two hospitality in "Savadica” until proven innocent.

And what would happen if there were any unjust consequences? Sorry, Equator doesn't believe in snow, they can't wait to fly snow in June for the rest of their lives.

And it concerns the disappearance of a citizen of Siam, whose whereabouts are unknown, even if the diplomatic ambassador intervenes, no two can be recovered.

The clue was interrupted and the police could not be called. This went straight into the dead end.

As for the anonymous call?

This is Siam, not in the country. They don't even speak Siam. Anonymously call the police. Isn't that a joke?

“Fang, you've got a lot of ideas. What do you want me to do?” Tu Haodong couldn't think of a way to grab his head and finally look straight.

Honestly, Fang didn't have a very good idea. The only way is that he decided to go back to the Apai family tonight to look for clues.

There are many things that are not easy to do during the day.

……

The night went down.

In the evening city, the traffic and pedestrian traffic are low, and many more are a patrol police officer, explosion-proof vehicles and special police officers stuck at various intersections.

You can even see a military car whistling through the city, in the direction of the ruins of the temple of the Bartholomew Temple.

The aftermath of last night's big explosion left the city on high alert, and as soon as the night arrived, the main intersections began to restrict people and tourists from walking the streets.

That heavily armed, loaded gun burst down a serious face, all disturbed ordinary people, no one dared to collide with the State violence machine at this time.

At that time, around the ruins of the explosion of the temple, the police had been replaced and replaced with military guards and guards.

This place has been taken over by the military.

All police have been evacuated.

The city's police are now working overtime to maintain order throughout the city, prevent people from taking the opportunity to make trouble and focus on maintaining social stability.

Under the blurred outline of the building, suddenly there was a shadow of a man using the cover of the night, flashing quickly on the roof of the building, skilfully avoiding surveillance equipment on the ground.

Finally, the man was slightly like Hongyu, standing silently in an alley, looking at a house building opposite the alley.

It was a very ordinary two-storey house surrounded by dirty streets and dark streetlights all night long, indicating that it was close to the suburbs of the city, where ordinary civilians lived.

The explosion last night obviously had a considerable impact on the people living here. In the evening, many houses are all pitch-black, and almost half of the streets rarely see lights.

The whole street is quiet and very quiet.

Quiet as a dog bark disappeared.

Don't even think about it, those dark buildings, they've been empty, they've been hiding somewhere else for a while, they're not far from the temple, they'll be the next target of a terrorist attack.

Folklore is now abundant.

People tend to shelter themselves, and conditionally move their homes temporarily or borrow them to relatives in other streets.

The man stood in the shadow of darkness and never saw him walk out. Instead, he kept a silent eye on the house across the alley.

I don't know what the people in the alley are waiting for. The luminosity of the moon on top of my head gradually fades. I don't know when a cloud appeared that covered the moon above my head.

This is exactly the time!

Originally it looked like no one lived there, no light, black paint on the second floor of a shadowy private house, somehow standing behind a window, looking toward the alley.

It's just that in the dark, you can't see anything, you can't see who's behind the window.

And that building, that's the house of the Apai.

……

Suddenly!

Boom!!

The bedroom door, like a deserted house in the deep mountains, was broken into by a wild animal, and the door was pushed straight through, dressed in a prop suit, wearing a tactical helmet prop, and walked into the bedroom with a slight face.

Take a loop.

Anywhere in the bedroom, even the windows are intact, locked from the interior, creating a typical secret room space.

In the quiet, empty bedroom, the sound began to flip, and Fang was searching for the second-floor bedroom figure he had previously seen in the alley.

The wardrobe is empty.

The back of the curtain is empty.

Squeak… Close the door again and it is empty behind the door.

No one in the dark painted bedroom.

Pfft... Pfft...

The sound of footsteps walked back and forth in the dark invisible bedroom, and in the dark, it seemed like every step was tapping gently on the human heart string, and eventually the sound of footsteps stood in front of Pai's bed.

Fang Zheng bent down, under the bed, a pale and uninhabited face, almost immediately affixed to the square face, close by.

It's hiding under the bed, Pie! With the phone in his hand, the pale pale and completely bloodless man's face was frightened and desperate to see what he had found!!

No, it's not!

Fang quickly discovered that the pupil focus of Api was not looking at him, but as if he could cross the body, in the front door position.

“You were the one standing behind the window?” Fang was sinking, and he under the prop helmet, his voice sank.

But Api, lying under the bed, did not speak, as if he did not see the square, did not hear the square, kept his phone up and recorded the video in front of the door.

Keeping a bent motion, he fell silent as he approached the pale face of Apai.

Pai is dead.

After his death, Apai became a spiritual victim of bondage. He was lying under the bed all the time. In a special way, he wanted to tell Fang Zheng the truth about what happened that night! Who killed him!

As for why didn't you call the outside world for help before he died, it should be inferred that something evil appeared and interfered with the magnetic field in the house, which prevented him from contacting the outpost.