The Blood Curse of the Demon Cave

A life, a dream in the dark night Dim flickering street lights Dragging your back Rotten tree trunk Like an evil slender ghost wind Caress the lonely and sad person Ding Yin... Ding Yin... Looking at a poem stained with blood in the evidence bag, Zhang Feng was confused. He really couldn't understand that this case was closed by his superiors as a suicide. If this case was indeed a suicide, it would at least be the most bizarre case he had ever seen in the past three years of criminal investigation! Because this has broken all his understanding of the world. After thinking about it all night, Zhang Feng tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. I simply got up and washed my face with cold water. Pick up a piece of paper and a pen, write down the case and clues and slowly sort them out. He Zhichao, a doctor, suffered a mental illness two months ago and was sent to Anding Hospital. After treatment, he got better. He returned home to recuperate a few days ago. The day before his death, neighbors reported signs of attack and were talking nonsense. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.