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This feeling... it's exactly the same as the one in my previous dream. It's as if I can see the true nature of this world without using my eyes. I stared blankly at my hands, feeling a bit dazed for a moment. The thrilling scene I just experienced seemed like a nightmare, but I knew deep down that it had really happened. But if that was true, why was I standing here unscathed?
Confused, I instinctively looked down and discovered—there was something on the ground. I squinted for a long time before finally seeing what it was. It was a broken piece of a forearm and a hand bone, still stained with fresh blood, along with... a police uniform sleeve.
I picked up the bone and examined it, noticing it was covered in scratches and cracks, with uneven break points as if it had been forcefully snapped. Suddenly, I understood. The thing I touched while struggling with Mao Wang must have been this. And the weapon I used to attack Mao Wang was also this.
I braced myself and leaned against the wall as I walked to the door. But Mao Wang had already vanished without a trace. Outside the door, there were small particles scattered on the ground, shimmering like stars in the darkness.
I bent down to take a closer look. Those particles seemed to emit light; even in such darkness, they glowed faintly with white light. I reached out my hand and gently picked up some of the particles, placing them in my palm. They continued to flicker with weak light in my hand, like countless fireflies gathering in my palm. I had never seen such a substance before and had never heard of anything that could glow on its own.
This is completely beyond my comprehension.
I looked around, and it was still dark; I couldn't see anything.
But at that moment, I noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the ground.
The paper was wrinkled, and it seemed to have some writing on it.
I forced myself to endure the pain in my body and walked over to the paper, picking it up.
Due to its age, the paper had become very fragile, and it felt like it would crumble into dust at a touch.
I carefully unfolded the paper, squinting my eyes in an attempt to decipher the writing.
The handwriting was very messy, looking as if it had been written in a hurry.
"I am going to be discovered. If anyone finds this, do not let this devil go; he will kill more people!"
My heart sank suddenly.
I immediately realized that this writing was the same as the clues from the previous two times.
This was also a clue left by that person!
My hand clenched tightly around the paper, and my shock was beyond measure.
I couldn't imagine what circumstances would lead someone to write such words on such a piece of paper.
Yet she wrote these words, even knowing she might never be found again, even knowing she might never leave alive.
I noticed two bloody spheres in a bowl on the ground outside.
These are eyeballs!
Whose are they?
Could it be that in the chaos earlier, I actually stabbed out Mao Wang's eyeballs?
I stared at the two bloody spheres, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
However, I quickly regained my composure. I thought that if this were true, then Mao Wang deserved it.
He was no longer himself; he had been twisted by the curse of the ritual and had ceased to be who he once was.
Someone like him, even if he died a thousand or ten thousand times, did not deserve anyone's sympathy.
Wait, what about Mao Wang?
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