In panic, I took a closer look and saw that it was a very small hand.

According to my many years of forensic experience, the owner of this hand is at most eight or nine years old.

The hand is small, but the nails are surprisingly long. Moreover, the skin of this hand is blood red. After stretching out from the toilet, it scratches randomly as if trying to catch something.

My eyes widened with disbelief on my face. This situation would scare everyone, let alone someone who had experienced so many strange things in this case.

The remaining sanity made me close my eyes suddenly, and then open them again.

This time I didn't see a hand sticking out of the toilet, nor did I see the water in the toilet turn blood red.

But there is no difference from before.

My heart was still beating hard, and there was a lot of cold sweat on my forehead. I still couldn't believe it, so I closed my eyes again and opened them again.

The toilet still maintains its original appearance, with no hands and blood-red water at all.

Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I'm too tired?

But there is no reason. Why do you keep having hallucinations recently?

I took a deep breath and pulled up my pants. I didn't even think about taking a shower anymore. I took my clothes and went back to the living room.

Although I don't agree that this is an illusion, I still hope it is an illusion.

After all, this thing is really weird and terrifying.

When I got to the sofa, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking. The weird deck chair in the yard was probably still shaking, making a continuous "creak" sound.

I also don’t understand why this chair is convulsing and keeps shaking.

It's just that I don't have the time to pay attention to this now, my head is filled with images of a toilet extending a hand.

How many times has this happened?

If it was really a hallucination, wouldn't it be too scary? First, I had a strange dream, and then there was the matter of shredding corpses on CDs, and it didn't take much time to create a morgue song.

It's fine now, I just came to the toilet and had my hands on it.

I'd say it's not a hallucination, but all this is too unbelievable. I've never had this happen before when I worked endless overtime and came into contact with corpses. Although I've been stressed these past two days, it's far worse than before. How can I be so good?

Are you hallucinating?

Rubbing my forehead and smoking a cigarette, I suddenly thought of something.

These hallucinations seem to have appeared after the host had an accident! Could it be that my incident has anything to do with the host?

But this is impossible? What does it have to do with me if the host is killed? If she has a grievance, she has to find the murderer.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a little bit of horror and horror. It seemed like this kind of horror and horror was squeezing in from all directions.

I have an idea. After this host dismemberment case is over, I will find a psychiatrist. Otherwise, if the situation continues like this, I will go crazy sooner or later.

Unknowingly, the cigarette had burned out, and I threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of the CD under the TV opposite, and an idea suddenly arose in my mind.

After I discovered the song, the man’s mutilated body that I saw on the song really happened.

According to this situation, hallucinations are not necessarily false?

If we follow this line of thinking, is it really possible that a hand will appear in my toilet?

If what I saw with my hallucinations was true, then what was my dream about?

In the dream, something that is neither human nor ghost is holding a knife and biting the human body. Does this prove that the thing is the murderer?

The more I thought about it, the more frightening I felt. My mind was filled with images of the host’s mutilated body, the singer’s death, and the hand in the toilet.

These images seemed to be eating away my brain cells, giving me a terrible headache.

However, at this moment, my cell phone that was placed on the coffee table rang.

The ringtone of my cell phone brought me back to my thoughts. I took it out and took a look, only to find that it was Jiang Xue calling.

I shook my head vigorously, trying not to think about those things. But I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, I don't know what Jiang Xue wanted to do with me. It was almost twelve o'clock.

After thinking for a moment, I answered the call. After the call was connected, Jiang Xue spoke directly without waiting for me to speak: "Where are you exactly?"

I didn't hide anything and just said I was at home and asked her what was wrong.

Jiang Xue didn't answer me, but said directly: Just wait, I will be at your house in twenty minutes. I have some clues.

After saying that, without waiting for my reply, he gave up.

I knew that this woman was very busy at work, but I didn't know why she came to my house so late. But the last sentence "there are some clues" made me curious.

Could it be that she discovered the painting?

If it were normal, I would definitely call her and tell her not to come over while I sleep. But with so many things going on tonight, I didn't feel sleepy at all, and I was quite afraid to stay at home any longer.

So I planned to follow Jiang Xue and see what clues she found.

After I thought about it clearly, I got up and changed my clothes. Before I went out, I went to the bathroom to take a look. I found nothing unusual and immediately closed the toilet lid.

Thinking that it was a bit unsafe, I used a small bucket at home to collect a bucket of water and put it on it. I thought to myself, can you still open the toilet seat with one hand after this?

After doing all this, I went back to the yard to look at that weird deck chair.

That chair is really funny, it's still shaking.

I no longer had any scruples, and even said to the chair: "That's almost enough. Doesn't it bother me that it's wobbling around a lot?"

After I finished speaking, I felt like I was being ridiculous, talking to a chair so stupidly that if I could understand, I would be in trouble.

But he’s really a bitch!

As soon as I finished speaking, the recliner stopped shaking! It sat there quietly.

A cold sweat broke out on my back, I quickly closed the door from the balcony to the yard, and headed straight out the front door.

Before I went out, I checked the light switch to make sure nothing was wrong, so I locked the door and left. This time I was careful and took a thorough note of the situation in my home.

The door is locked, the door from the yard to the balcony is closed, and the lights are turned off. If there are any changes after I come back, it can only be said that there is a thief or there is a ghost.

I walked all the way out of the community and started waiting for Jiang Xue at the entrance of the community.

Jiang Xue knows my home address and came to pick me up when there was something urgent in the team.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I saw a team car coming from a distance, and in the blink of an eye it stopped in front of me.

Jiang Xue leaned over from the driver's seat and opened the passenger door for me, waved to me and said: Get in the car.

I didn't hesitate and sat directly in. After entering, Jiang Xue didn't say anything and drove forward with a sullen face.

I don't know what's going on, so I can only ask Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue said to me while driving: "Based on what you said, I went to check and got the results."

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was about the painting, and I quickly asked her what the result was.

Jiang Xue pondered for a moment and said: "After Team Xia and the others got off work, I secretly ran over and found all the photos taken at the host's house. Sure enough, I found the painting you mentioned in the living room of the host's house.

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I didn't say anything. I had expected this result. I continued to wait for Jiang Xue to say.

Jiang Xue went on to say that she even made a special trip to the hospital to find Qin San, who was still in the ward, and asked about the situation. Qin San was very taboo about people asking this question, and refused to answer and was afraid.

Jiang Xue spent a lot of effort to get Qin San to speak. Qin San said that he was scared after finding out that the host called the police. He wanted to go out and wait, but inadvertently ended up in the living room of the host's house.

He saw a painting in the living room, and then he felt that his body was no longer his. He could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, and could not see anything else clearly. He also said that if the police had not arrived in time, he

So he ate the stump of the limb.

Jiang Xue fell silent after speaking.

I can feel that Jiang Xue is really serious about this case, no matter what her purpose is.

What's more worth mentioning is that Jiang Xue is still a woman. No matter how strong she is, she is still a woman. I have to say that she is much stronger than Team Xia in this regard.

"That's all?" I continued to ask.

Jiang Xue shook her head and said, "I took the photo and showed it to Qin San when I was in the hospital. Qin San just threw my phone out and was so scared that he kept shaking."

"Where are the photos? Let me take a look."

I have an idea in my mind that if Qin San is so scared, it proves that he is probably not faking it. In other words, both the painting and what he experienced are real.

Jiang Xue took out her mobile phone from her pocket and handed it to me. After I got it, the first photo I clicked on in the gallery was that photo.

Jiang Xue took photos, so they are not very clear. But these are enough for me to see clearly.

In the photo, the painting is very strange. It is just a piece of black paper with a pair of blood-red eyes.

But what is a little confusing is that there is something wrong with the painting of this photo. The blood-red eyeball is just there. No matter which angle you look at it, you can see that the eyeball seems to be staring at you all the time.

I changed the phone to look at it from several angles, and it still felt the same no matter how I looked at it.

In the end, I didn't find anything, so I handed the phone to Jiang Xue and asked her where we were going now.

Jiang Xue said: The host’s house!

I think Jiang Xue either doesn't believe in evil or wants to confirm the results before going. In the past, I would have refused, but now that weird things have happened in my house, I don't dare to go back and can only follow.

Jiang Xue went over to take a look.
To be continued...