Fairyland, big problem

Go down from the special elevator to the underground space of the special police team, where some evil spirits are imprisoned.

Qian Axiong's level is not high enough to enter the dungeon area, and in front of Wen Jiu are Mai Yuqiang and two special police officers he doesn't know.

Mai Yuqiang introduced that in the echelon of evil spirits, the limit is to imprison the weaker evil spirits, and then there is no imprisonment for evil spirits, at most they are sealed after being injured, and they cannot analyze their thoughts.

Walking in the metal-style passage, the walls are tight.

It wasn't until Mai Yuqiang stopped and a metal wall opened that Wen Jiu realized that the current location was not a pure passage, but a hidden compartment.

The layout of the room is similar to the interrogation room of the detention center. Humans and evil things are separated, and the partition changes from tempered glass to a transparent material with enchantments.

In the isolation room opposite, a group of half-closed black umbrella-shaped substances were bound by strips of paper tapes filled with mantras. Intuitively, the paper tapes were light and thin, but they played the role of chains and shackles.

Grabbing the walkie-talkie, Mai Yuqiang called the name of the special police officer. A painful and struggling face appeared on the surface of the umbrella-shaped substance, like a victim who had sunk into a swamp, stretching his neck with his last effort to breathe out his face.

The two sides of the enchantment are sound-proofed from each other. Mai Yuqiang picked up the microphone, and the sound was transmitted to the opposite side through the device.

"Hold on, you are the team leader of our special police team! First-class special police! Keep clear and tell me about the evil situation you encountered."

Similar requests were mentioned by Mai Yuqiang and other high-level officers of the special police team. The face that was about to be swallowed by evil nature only twitched its lips, and its eyelids shook hard, unable to open.

On the way here, Wen Jiu heard about the basic situation of this person.

The induction piles on the outskirts of Changle City recorded a strong smell of evil things. The special police team expanded the search several times to no avail, and instead sent a small number of people to disperse and intermittently investigate.

The loss of human nature of evil things does not mean that they have no intelligence. They know the uniforms and logos of the SWAT team.

Before the first-class special policeman was killed, he had only time to send out a signal for help. When his companion arrived, the evil spirit had already devoured his body and left, leaving behind the special policeman's remnant soul corrupted by evil nature.

The SWAT team didn't know the type and attack method of the evil spirit, and wanted to find out from the SWAT.

As you can see, he can respond to the call of his companions through facial struggles, but he cannot answer.

"Mr. Wen, do you have a way?"

Wen Jiu was secretly depressed. In order to wait for the renovation of the lounge, he was an hour late. Fortunately, the other party could barely respond.

"I know you must have a wish, at least I can make you feel more comfortable before you leave."

The human face on the surface of the evil body shakes up and down slightly, roughly nodding.

Commission completed.

I have a feeling in my heart, every time a commission is fulfilled, a warm current flows through my heart, and I later find out that the warmth comes from the feather of the crescent moon, and at the same time, the Dream God stone sculpture will also emit a soft radiance.

A white translucent substance was formed, in stark contrast to the dark and variegated evil spirits.

The dream image is...a cute little girl with innocent eyes blinking.

"Team Leader Mai, does this Darkness Sufferer have a daughter?"

"Amazing!" Mai Yuqiang was startled, "You are a fortune teller, right?"

"Oh, don't talk so much, let my daughter..."

In the middle of speaking, Wen Jiu's voice stuck in his throat.

The little girl in the dream image looks to be about the same age as Zhang Anning, and it is too cruel to ask her to call out the demonized father.

"Mr. Wen, we have tried something similar..."

Mai Yuqiang didn't have the heart to let the dark-slayer's youngest daughter get in touch with her, only her parents knew about it.

The call of the parents, as well as the recording of the naive inquiry of the daughter on the phone, have been heard by the dark fighters. They do not have much blocking effect on the erosion of evil nature, and the effect is similar to that of teammates calling.

"Um…"

Wen Jiu lowered his head and thought, even if he brought the other party's daughter, he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't meet the passing line required for the image of a dream.

wrong!

How could the dream image be a daughter?

When someone has a daughter, the dream will come true, and the image of the dream will disappear.

"Team Leader Mai... I want to ask, the wife of the Dark Lord..."

"I can't get my wife. His lover died in a car accident five years ago."

"No, I want to ask when did he and his wife meet?"

Although very puzzled by Wen Jiu's question, Mai Yuqiang still replied directly, "He and his lover are childhood sweethearts, neighbors since childhood."

really.

In the sweet dream image of the special police team, the darker, the little girl is not a daughter, but a wife when she was a child.

"Now is there a way to get his wife's…recordings or something?"

The other party couldn't open his eyes, and it was meaningless to take pictures of his wife.

"Yes, his wife used to be a famous singer."

Mai Yuqiang quickly asked his cronies to download the corresponding tracks, and the music was transmitted to the room opposite the barrier through the microphone.

The dark-suppressor who was about to be devoured by evil nature obviously reacted violently, and his mouth let out a dull neighing, actually wanting to speak.

Mai Yuqiang hurriedly grabbed the microphone, "What kind of monster killed you?!"

The chaotic shouts of "Wuwu ah ah" came back through the radio equipment in the opposite room, without half a decent word.

"Not yet."

The image of the sweet dream still exists, but the little girl's posture has changed. She holds up the face of the Dark Lord, turns her head and casts her eyes on Wen Jiu for help.

With the reminder of the special attack value and special defense value, the image of the dream that Wen Jiu saw became more and more vivid.

"not enough."

"Mr. Wen, what is enough."

"The songs circulating on the market are not close enough." Wen Jiu made a judgment, "He loves his wife so much, is there in his phone..."

"Go get his phone!"

The person who suppressed the darkness died, and before the situation was investigated clearly, the leftovers belonged to clues and had not been returned to relatives.

In the hidden drawers on the side of the room, the corresponding items are kept independently in plastic sealed bags.

Mai Yuqiang quickly tore open the bag, "I remember it. He had an a cappella recording of his wife practicing at home in his mobile phone. It happened to record the discussion between the two of them on the song."

"Let it out!"

Wen Jiu was a little anxious, the struggle of the human face on the umbrella-shaped evil creature weakened, and it was about to fall into the abyss of evil nature.

"Fortunately, there is still 1% of the battery!"

After finding more than a dozen sets of recordings, Mai Yuqiang randomly played one of them externally and turned on the microphone.

There is no accompaniment, and a low-pitched female voice comes out.

Even if it is a low voice part, even if the sound quality of the mobile phone is limited, the singing voice can still feel clean and ethereal.

"Uh uh uh—"

"Ugh——, Xiaosui!!"

The clear nickname was called out, and the members of the special police team and Wen Jiu on the side of the enchantment were refreshed.

"I'm Mai Yuqiang, tell me quickly, what evil spirit harmed you, we will avenge you!"

"Mai... Team Leader Mai."

The throat is like a broken blast furnace, full of noise.

"Team leader, the eight-legged beast...Xie Sha... will become, become our heart...beloved! Ah!!"

In the end, there was a scream of pain, and the human face was completely dragged into the evil swamp.

In the image of a sweet dream, the childhood sweetheart's young wife smiled faintly towards the barrier, and kissed her lover's blue lips before disappearing from the face.

1% of the battery was exhausted, the singing stopped abruptly, and the couple who accompanied them finally left together...