"What's more interesting is that here, do you have a key figure in these three cases?" Chu Xiao put the files of the three cases in front of them one by one.

"You mean Mao Yu." Team leader Luo keenly revealed the key point. Since Mao Yu appeared in the 52o case, the explosion that year did not actually kill him.

"But you have also seen Mao Yu's situation. He can now turn into a green fog and fly to the sky and escape. We alone? Can the special bureau's information in Jiangsu be used?" Zhang Jian asked Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao hesitated for a while and replied discouragedly: "Okay, Lao Luo is not an outsider, I will tell the truth. I asked my colleagues at Nanjing Station that recently, because there was a large-scale abnormal incident in their territory, they did not have any extra energy for intelligence detection in this area. It was the first time they heard that Mao Yu had never had this person in their circle in the past ten years. Moreover, no matter the power of the Legal Literature Net or the Taoist round light technique, even the evil tracking of the church could not reveal any clues about him. He seemed to have been steamed in the world of Jiangsu."

"After this, Chen Qi from Yanggong, Jiangsu, has a divination for my affairs. What kind of hexagram is the villain who makes a hindrance from it, gritting his teeth and preventing the virus. He will wait until Zhu Minglei is in the sky and make a concerted effort. If the other people in the Legal family know about this hexagram, they won't laugh at me to death."

"Let's go here first today, and we'll go to that chemical factory tomorrow."

It was already past nine o'clock, so Zhang Jian asked them to rest, nourish their energy, and prepare for tomorrow's itinerary.

Luo Yu muttered something to the forensic doctor Xu who had been working hard for a day. She pinched Luo Yu's waist angrily, and he thrust in pain. Ignoring the kiss of these two middle-aged "couples" and Zhang Jian lazily faced the window after washing up. His dark eyes looked at the lights in the city like colorful fireflies shining on the night sky of the city.

Bunches of spotlights guided the crowds of people returning from the night on the street on the high tower in the distance. In Zhang Jian's eyes, this huge city was so lonely that there were only two defenders and a group of prisoners.

Everyone fell asleep, and a charming figure disappeared into the room. Chu Xiao, who was lying on the bed in the other room, his closed eyes trembled slightly.

At 8 o'clock the next day, Zhang Jian and his group arrived at the dilapidated chemical factory. This was a chemical factory that had been operating for 20 years. Many pipeline facilities were seriously aging, and some oil barrels with residual chemical waste were randomly thrown on the cement square. A large truck with large metal tanks on the body drove into the factory area "dumbling". From a distance, a huge black vertical barrel like chimney was inserted into the clouds, and the dark clouds hang low above the factory area, making the surrounding area look gloomy.

The security guard at the door called, and a man in a one-piece suit claimed to be the factory director's secretary politely came to the security room to ask everyone to go to the factory director's office to discuss in detail. Zhang Jian followed the so-called secretary man all the way through the front factory area, looked at the empty factory area and the dilapidated machines around and said to Chu Xiao in a low voice: "Hey, Lao Chu! Do you feel something is wrong here?"

"Yes, there's a disgusting smell in the air."

"I'm not talking about this, do you think this place is unmannerable?" Zhang Jian said that this place is a big factory after all, and the surroundings are silent.

"This police officer was joking. Our chemical factory is actually half abandoned. The year before yesterday, our group introduced several industrial waste processors and was re-activated. Even so, there are not many employees working here. The human taste you think is actually not in this place." The secretary explained to Zhang Jian with a smile, but Zhang Jian felt a little horrible when he looked at his smile. A perfect forty-five-degree arc smile and the pair of motionless hands gave him a sense of extreme dissonance.

Luo Yu pulled Zhang Jian's clothes and signaled him to walk to the end of the team, and said unnaturally: "Comrade Zhang, there is something wrong with this place. There seems to be countless wailing sounds from humans in my ears."

"Be careful!" Zhang Jian signaled Luo Yu to open the safety bolt of the pistol in case of emergencies.

"Please come in, Director Mao is waiting for you inside." The secretary opened the office door, bent down and asked Zhang Jian and others to go in.

Although the office door is small, the space inside is as big as a small church. A long dark red blanket is laid on the white marble floor, and brown long chairs are placed on both sides. The walls to the east are filled with colorful sand windows and painted glass, which shows vivid figures of priests under the transmission of sunlight. The phantoms turn into colorful paintings and connect them to the house to form a legendary epic - the Passion of Jesus.

In the northernmost part of the house, a shabby bloody Hungarian military flag hung high on a podium made of jade. A figure looking up at the flag stood on a chair at the front, and looked particularly lonely in front of a knight painting that fell to the ground.

Zhang Jian signaled everyone to stay at the door and went up to ask alone: ​​"Hello, I am Officer Zhang from Nanjing. Are you the director of this factory?" This office was not a normal place at first glance, and Zhang Jian kept his due vigilance against the guy in front of him who didn't know where to come.

"You've found it." A familiar figure came into view, and there was still a stroke of dust on his head.

Mao Yu turned around and opened his hands to Zhang Jian and others, as if he was embracing the world: "Why do you come so quickly, even if it's a little later? I really don't want to do it." After saying that, countless green smoke rose, like small waves rolling towards everyone. Unpredictable, Zhang Jian and others were suddenly caught in the smoke.

The thick fog in Mao Yu's hand gradually changed in color, and the red, blue and purple spectrum changed repeatedly in the thick smoke, as if it was trapped in a kaleidoscope: "Industrial waste gas-combination of illusions."

"You just stay here. In a few days, everything will be over after my plan is completed." Mao Yu turned into a thick green smoke and disappeared into the office, without caring about the people trapped in the fog. He came to a huge oval reactor and said to a maintenance worker wearing a white chemical protection suit: "How many more industrial pollutants are needed to meet the requirements?"

"Three units." The maintenance officer replied.

"What is the concentration of Yin Qi now? Does it reach the bearing index of negative energy in space?" Mao Yu asked again.

"The midnight concentration on the first night in two days will reach the critical point, and the gate of hell will be triggered at that time." said the maintenance officer.

"Okay! Everything is ready, wait for two days." Mao Yu was very satisfied with the progress, clenched his fists excitedly, and whispered to the girl's tattoo on his chest in a low voice: "Tingting, we will be together in two days." Then he turned into a fog and disappeared into the factory.

At this time, Zhang Jian and his group were trapped in the illusion, and their souls were traveling through the thick fog.

Behind the fog are countless twisted human souls. When they see Zhang Jian and others, they let out painful roars, and they are extremely eager to pounce on Zhang Jian and the others to bite. Luo Yu's only hope is placed on Zhang Jian and Chu Xiao. Chu Xiao spread his hands and said he is powerless. Now they are trapped in the illusion and cannot use many means.

He turned to Zhang Jian again, but before Zhang Jian could shake his head, countless dust shaking like stars suddenly surged out between Zhang Jian's eyebrows. These star shavings floated and expanded like gas in front of Zhang Jian. Finally, the floating star shavings flashed slightly with white light, and the white light gathered into a hazy channel to suck everyone inside.

The panicked people were like they were stuffed into a narrow passage and teleported to the other side of the passage.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhang Jian and his group suddenly fell onto a piece of land, and they fell in a daze. Zhang Jian was the first to stand up and observe the surroundings. The T-shaped village in front of him and the stone road running through the village made Zhang Jian very familiar.

This village where the chickens are barking and the dogs are really Maojia Village they have been to before. Hasn’t the village turned into a ruin? What’s going on?

Zhang Jian reached out to grab the hen in the grass, but his whole hand turned into countless illusory particles and passed through the hen's body. Zhang Jian looked at his hands in a daze, and his heart was like a huge wave.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!