Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

A drop of red liquid seeped from a crack in the ceiling and dripped down.

It dripped right onto Zhang San's forehead.

Zhang San subconsciously wiped his hand and opened his palm.

blood.

It was blood.

"ah--!!!!"

Zhang San screamed and frantically wiped his forehead, but the more he wiped, the more blood flowed, and fresh blood kept dripping from the ceiling.

Before anyone could react...

Drop by drop, they formed strings and strings.

"Whoosh—!!!"

Crimson blood, mixed with bits of flesh, bone fragments, and shreds of internal organs, poured over everyone.

"ah--!!!"

"Help me—!!!"

"What is this? What is this?"

"Blood!!!"

"This is a corpse..."

People screamed, cried, and ran in all directions, but the space was only so big, where could they escape to?

Blood was splattered on their heads, faces, and bodies; the viscous liquid flowed down their hair into their eyes and mouths, making them want to vomit.

Team Leader Chen was stunned.

I'm questioning the meaning of life.

Director Zhao was dumbfounded.

He stood there, letting the blood soak him, his mind blank.

He had seen all sorts of murder scenes and more than one dismemberment case. Although Zhang Jianguo's disappearance was strange, he had never seen anything so terrifying.

Never before has it been like this.

Blood and severed limbs rained down from the sky, like a never-ending downpour.

This was beyond his comprehension.

This is no longer a "case".

This is...weird?

"Thump!"

A round object fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped at Director Zhao's feet.

He lowered his head.

That was a watermelon head.

Yu Li's.

His eyes were still open, his mouth was slightly agape, and his face was frozen with the fear of his last moments before death.

His hair was soaked in blood and stuck to his pale face.

Director Zhao felt a churning in his stomach, and he managed to hold back from vomiting, but his legs went weak.

"Thump!"

Another watermelon head fell down.

Yan Jiedi's.

My aunt's face still had a childlike innocence, but her eyes had lost all their luster, leaving only empty darkness.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Xu Damao's watermelon head, along with other unrecognizable remains—arms, thighs, and half a torso—looked as if they had been brutally torn apart, chopped up, and then thrown down from the ceiling.

The blood rain continues.

A thin layer of blood had accumulated on the floor of the detention center, and dismembered limbs were scattered everywhere.

Everyone was devastated.

Some people knelt in the blood and vomited, some screamed while clutching their heads, some frantically pounded on the walls, and some collapsed to the ground in despair.

Zhang San slumped in the blood, holding a severed finger in his hand, muttering to himself, "It's over...it's all over..."

Li Tiezhu knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the ceiling, his forehead hitting the blood, splashing up crimson droplets.

"Spare me, spare me, I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Lin Feng huddled in the corner, trembling like a leaf. His crotch was soaked with blood, not urine, but blood, though he couldn't tell the difference.

Team Leader Chen was the only one who remained relatively calm, at least on the surface.

He stood there, letting the blood rain soak him, staining his Zhongshan suit red, but he didn't move. He just raised his head and stared intently at the ceiling.

There was nothing there.

There were no holes, no cracks, and no mechanisms.

Blood appears out of thin air, and severed limbs fall out of thin air.

The blood and severed limbs appeared out of thin air.

This can no longer be explained by common sense.

"Team Leader Chen..."

Director Zhao's voice trembled.

"I know."

Team Leader Chen interrupted him, his voice calm, but a slight, almost imperceptible tremor could be heard if you listened carefully: "This is not something a human could do."

He bent down, picked up Yu Li's head from the blood, and examined it carefully.

The head was cleanly severed, as if it had been chopped off with an axe.

The blade is wide and has great force.

"Evil spirits..."

"Director Zhao,"

Team Leader Chen turned around, his face covered in blood, but his eyes were as sharp as knives. "Evacuate everyone immediately. We can't stay here."

"But……"

Director Zhao wanted to say something more.

"No buts."

Team Leader Chen shouted sternly, "Do you want all these people to die here?"

Director Zhao shuddered and quickly nodded, "Yes! Yes! Evacuate immediately!"

He turned around and yelled at Chief Li, "Open the door! Release them! Let them all out!"

Director Li was already terrified. He only reacted after hearing this and frantically fumbled for his keys.

But because his hands were shaking so badly, the keychain fell into the blood. He squatted down to feel for it, but what he touched was a piece of intestine.

"ah--!!"

Director Li screamed and shook off the attacker, scrambling back to the wall.

"waste!"

Team Leader Chen cursed, rushed over, fished the key out of the blood, and groped his way to open the iron gate.

The door opened.

But no one dared to go out.

Because outside the door... it was also raining blood.

Blood was also raining down from the ceiling in the corridor.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't localized, it was the entire police station, where blood was being shed.

"What...what's going on..."

Director Li slumped down by the door, utterly despairing.

He was afraid he would be next.

We have to run away, and we have to run now.

I'd rather not have a job.

Director Zhao walked to the door, looked at the crimson scene in the corridor, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he spoke, his voice very soft, but everyone heard him clearly: "He's demonstrating."

"Who?" Director Li asked.

"Evil spirits."

Director Zhao said, "He is telling us that he is omnipresent, omnipotent, and that he can kill whomever he wants and however he wants. We can't stop him, and we can't stop him."

He paused, then added:

"He's telling us... the game has only just begun."

The blood rain continues.

The limbs are still falling off.

In this crimson hell, more than twenty survivors knelt in the blood, kowtowing, begging for mercy, and repenting before the empty ceiling.

But no one responded.

Only blood flowed silently.

Only death descends silently.

……

Inside the Spirit Spring Space.

Lin Tian quietly watched the hellish scene inside the detention center, and then looked at his eight-year-old self reflected in the spiritual spring water.

He smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

The blood rain was a mixture of pre-stored water and fresh blood, and the severed limbs were from bodies that had just been stolen from the morgue in the backyard of the police station.

"Did you see that?"

"They're scared. I'm about to avenge you."

The spring water flowed silently, offering no answer.

But Lin Tian didn't need to answer.

He knew that he had achieved the effect he wanted.

Fear has been sown.

Next, it's harvest time.

"The Great Courtyard Battle Royale has begun!!!"

……