Daughter-in-law

Chapter 285 Illusion
Looking at the evil spirit between the old Taoist brows, I knew that this should be the problem.

The old man couldn't be a murderer, because he was just a prostitute, and he was only with that woman for the purpose of releasing him.

The current old man is very abnormal, this guy looks like he suddenly got Alzheimer's.

I knew it must be the reason for the evil spirit in the middle of his brow, it was the thing that controlled him.

And this evil spirit actually gave me a very familiar feeling, but I couldn't think of where I had seen it for a while.

I glanced at the camera above the interrogation room, then opened the door, and said to Jiang Zheng who had been standing outside, "Help me turn off the camera inside."

Hearing what I said, Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment. Although he is the captain of the criminal police team, he can't do everything casually. This request is obviously a bit reluctant.

But Jiang Zheng didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Give me 5 minutes."

I nodded and re-entered the room. A few minutes later, Jiang Zheng opened the door, nodded to me, and then closed the door again.

I looked at the old man, and that guy looked straight at me, grinning silly and drooling all the time.

I frowned, looking at the evil spirit on his forehead, it is obvious that the old Taoist should be controlled by someone's mind, such as hypnotic illusion.

I put my hand on the old dao's forehead, and then mobilized the breath in my body, and black smoke floated out, and got into the old dao's mouth and nose.

"Old Taoist, wake up quickly!" I mobilized my strength while calling the old Taoist's name.

But the old Taoist in front of him didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear my cry at all.

I frowned, and thought to myself what's going on, why can't the old man wake up?
Just when I was about to continue calling the old man, my expression was suddenly in a trance, and then my eyes went dark, and I fell into endless darkness.

Feeling the darkness in front of me, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, a little surprised.

I used my own strength, but instead of breaking the old Tao's evil spirit, I was brought in by this strange force.

This made me feel a little weird.

I think the evil spirit on the old man was left by the person who framed him. This seems to be a kind of mind control method, which is to use magic to form a scene in the old man's mind and trap the old man in it.

Originally, I thought that I could easily destroy this illusion by using my own power, but I didn't expect that not only was it not broken, but I was also brought in!

My power is the power of winning the hook. Although the power I can use now is not too much, it is only relative to the overall strength of winning the hook.

Ordinary magicians are no match for this power at all, but now instead of breaking the old-fashioned illusion, they actually pulled themselves in, which is a bit unbelievable.

In the darkness, I kept floating in it, aimless, because this ghost place is just an illusion, not a real existence at all.

After a while, I finally knew this was the case.

Now I am in the illusion of the old man, and the guy who controls his thinking has planted the illusion deeply in the old man's mind.

So now I was not pulled in by that person by means, but entered into the fantasies of the old Taoist.

After thinking this through, I couldn't help frowning.

Because at the beginning my plan was to directly use the power of the winning hook in my body to break this illusion. Although this illusion is weird, only I know how powerful the winning hook is. It is not difficult to break this illusion.

But now I know that I can't do it anymore, because this illusion has been deeply rooted in the old man's mind.

If I forcibly break this illusion, the old man's brain will be greatly impacted, and this guy is likely to die, or become an idiot.

I was a little annoyed, I didn't expect this thing to be so troublesome, what the hell did that old guy get into?
Just when I was a little annoyed, the darkness in front of me suddenly disappeared, and a door appeared in front of me.

It was a rolling door.

I froze for a moment, and instead of reaching out to pull the door in a hurry, I glanced left and right.

The scene in front of me is very familiar. It is Shangyang Street, which I have been to several times.

And there was a sign beside me with two big red characters on it: Massage!
Looking at the red signboard, I couldn't help being stunned for a moment. It turned out that I came to the massage parlor on Shangyang Street, which is where Lao Dao's accident happened.

Unexpectedly, I would come to this place, so I stretched out my hand and opened the rolling door, and walked in directly.

This is the place where the old man had an accident, and it is also the place where the old man stayed for a day, so there must be something wrong here.

I walked in directly, there was no one in the room, only a sofa, and a staircase leading to the second floor.

The first floor of this kind of place is usually just to attract customers, so the real workplace is on the second floor.

I walked up the stairs to the living room on the second floor.

There is a table in the living room, with several dishes on it, and only a bottle of white wine that is almost finished, but there is no one in front of the table.

I turned my head and looked at a figure in the corner of the room, it was an old man.

Now the old Taoist is curled up in a corner, shaking constantly, looking extremely frightened, as if he saw something terrifying.

"Old Dao, old Dao!" I shouted to the old Dao twice.

But the old Taoist in the corner didn't seem to hear my voice at all, and was still trembling non-stop.

I shook my head and walked towards him, glancing over as I got to the table.

The color of the meat on the plate is a bit special, it doesn't look like pork at all, it should be human!
I was a little disgusted, but I still resisted and came to the old Taoist, and called him twice.

But the old man still didn't notice it, he didn't even raise his head.

I knelt down, trying to pick up the old man.

But as soon as my hand touched him, the old man in front of me turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared before my eyes.

I turned my head and saw the figure of the old man appearing on the dining table, holding the chopsticks and eating the braised pork in the bowl.

He ate very deliciously, and oil and water flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The old Taoist opened his mouth silently while eating, as if someone was sitting beside him talking to him.

I turned my head and looked at the kitchen, because there was also an old man in the kitchen at this time, wearing an apron, standing by the stove, frying vegetables, and the room was filled with a strong smell of meat.

(End of this chapter)