Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at the pen that he had accidentally broken in his hand, and the file box on the table that had just been delivered and needed to be filed - that was the case that really "settled" him here, an unsolved case that was classified as suicide, No. 737.
By some strange coincidence, he reached out and opened the dusty box.
Inside are some photos of the scene, transcripts, and an old silver pendant in an evidence bag—it is said to be something that the deceased held tightly in his hand during his lifetime.
The scene in the photo is very clean, even too clean. A young girl was lying on the floor of her apartment, with a calm expression, as if she was asleep, except for the dazzling cut on her wrist.
All evidence points to suicide.
But Lin Feng just felt something was wrong back then, an inexplicable sense of violation. For this reason, he contradicted his superiors and insisted on in-depth investigation, and then... Nothing happened.
He picked up the evidence bag and rubbed the cold pendant through the plastic film. The style of the pendant is very strange, like an abstract eye, exuding an indescribable evil aura.
Just then——
Buzz!
A sudden chill rushed up Lin Feng's back, and the light in front of him seemed to flicker for an extremely brief moment.
He shook his head, thinking it was the sequelae of staying up late.
But the next second, the pendant in his hand seemed to come to life, and a bone-chilling coldness ran down his fingertips and rushed straight to his brain!
"Ah——!"
An ultimate, fear-filled female scream exploded in his head without warning!
The scene in front of me changed instantly.
