Autumn Water Garden Community.
In one of the buildings near the edge.
Outside room 401.
Gu Yan and his companions arrived at this location.
Chen Yingyin gripped her gun uncertainly and looked at Gu Yan: "This is where the killer lives?"
So simple? So easy? They just found out where the person lives?
Gu Yan nodded, then looked at Old Gao: "Old Gao."
"Yes, young master."
Old Gao stepped forward and grasped the doorknob.
There was a click.
The door slowly opened.
"It's done, young master."
Chen Yingyin watched in amazement, thinking he would have simply broken the doorknob.
Seeming to sense Chen Yingyin's confusion, Old Gao explained: "This is an application of true qi. It's like your hand, able to penetrate and unlock for you."
Chen Yingyin marveled at the wonders of martial artists.
They entered the room.
The scene before them left Chen Yingyin stunned.
Unlike a normal room, this one was pitch black, all windows sealed with cement.
In the dim light from the hallway, there was a partially open bedroom door, from which strange noises emanated.
Chen Yingyin was on high alert, instinctively moving in front of Gu Yan: "We should be careful."
She looked left and right, ensuring no enemies were around.
Gu Yan chuckled softly, then strode in front of Chen Yingyin. Seeing her anxious gaze, he said: "Don't be so nervous, the killer hasn't returned."
Old Gao nodded: "I indeed don't sense any aura of martial arts cultivation."
Chen Yingyin finally relaxed, but still didn't lower her gun, as the atmosphere inside was truly tense.
Gu Yan saw the partially open bedroom door, smiled and walked over: "Come take a look."
"Oh, okay."
Meanwhile.
In another building on the other side.
A group of people dressed in white suddenly became alert.
A tall man with a stern face walked to the window. He pulled back the curtain, his eyes revealing a hint of gravity.
His white uniform was covered in various dark patterns, with a golden moon on the chest.
He watched for a moment, his eyes narrowing, then said in a low voice: "Not good, someone has entered the room."
At these words.
The other three people quickly stood up. One man walked to a device, which was a comprehensive surveillance system for room 401.
When he saw Gu Yan and the others enter the bedroom of room 401, his expression changed: "Who are they?"
"Plainclothes police?"
The others looked over as well.
Their faces all showed unpleasant expressions.
The man at the device held his head in frustration: "We've been telling them to explain the situation to the secular organizations, to stop investigating the Autumn Water Garden Community."
"Why haven't the notifications gotten through?"
Another woman sighed: "Enough talk, the things in the bedroom are very dangerous."
"And if Tian Fang returns, it won't be good. He'll definitely kill these people to silence them."
But the stern-faced man shook his head: "The one who'll be killed... is Tian Fang. One of them is very strong."
"Probably a Grandmaster."
?!
Everyone was shocked.
The woman exclaimed in surprise: "A Grandmaster?? Are you joking?"
"I'm not joking, that's the aura I sensed."
The stern-faced man said gravely: "They might not be plainclothes police, but martial artists hidden among civilians."
"But that woman is clearly the Jianghai City police officer from TV earlier. Since when can secular organizations command martial artists?"
"Regardless, we can't let them disrupt the plan we've been working on for so long."
"We're at the final stages. Just a bit more and we'll have evidence of Tian Fang's collusion with the King of Hell Palace."
At this point.
The group exchanged glances.
"Then we have no choice but to go over."
"Let's hope that Grandmaster is reasonable."
......
......
On Gu Yan's side, after entering the bedroom.
Old Gao stretched out his hand, and whoosh! True qi surged in his palm.
A white light illuminated the entire room.
"What... what is all this?"
Chen Yingyin was stunned.
The bedroom walls were covered in occult patterns, drawn in deep black-red hues, resembling some kind of ancient text and forbidden symbols.
These patterns intertwined, forming incomprehensible geometric shapes, exuding a strong otherworldly aura that instilled a sense of dread.
In the center of the room stood an ancient stone altar, carved with numerous incredible patterns and symbols.
Dim candles burned around the altar, their flickering light casting the altar's patterns into dreamlike, phantasmagorical forms.
In the corners were scattered several moldy chunks of flesh and eyeballs, apparently props for mysterious rituals. The floor was covered with a somber black carpet, embroidered with strange patterns.
A suffocating atmosphere permeated the air.
Chen Yingyin swore she had never seen such a scene in her life. Covering her mouth and fighting the urge to vomit, she said: "Gu Yan... we need to call for backup."
She felt this case was no longer ordinary.
Gu Yan, however, pinched his nose and looked around in disgust: "No need to call. The killer is a Demonic Martial Artist. Bringing more ordinary people would just be sending them to their deaths."
"Besides, don't worry, the relevant department will be here soon."
Relevant department?
Chen Yingyin was puzzled.
The next second, several voices came from the bedroom door.