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Wu Cheng's face contorted, accompanied by the increasingly intense echoes in his mind. He felt himself falling into a bottomless abyss. A deep and eerie whisper echoed in his mind: "You must walk the crimson path! Fulfill your mission! Crimson! Crimson!" These words were like invisible lashes, constantly striking his soul, causing him waves of pain.
Wu Cheng's body began to tremble involuntarily, and he felt his consciousness gradually blurring, consumed by an irresistible dark force. His arms moved weakly, and eventually, he collapsed in agony on the table, his entire body losing control as if possessed by an evil spirit.
Officer Su and Yang Jing stood in shock, watching Wu Cheng's painful struggle. They felt helpless and shocked, facing such a terrifying change in Wu Cheng, not knowing what to do. Officer Su's eyes flashed with fear, while Yang Jing looked bewildered. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with question marks and worry.
The whole room was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, with Wu Cheng's painful groans and eerie whispers intertwining, creating a suffocating sense of oppression. At that moment, Wu Cheng seemed like a different person in their eyes, a Wu Cheng controlled by unknown fear. Although Officer Su and Yang Jing wanted to help, they were too intimidated by the scene before them to act.
Wu Cheng's painful struggle is not only physical, but also a deep mental torment. The low whispers continue to reverberate in his mind, carrying an indescribable command and urgency: "Crimson! Crimson!" It seems to urge him to complete a "mission" that he himself cannot understand.
The air in the room seemed to have solidified, heavy and suffocating.
Officer Su finally mustered up the courage and cautiously approached Wu Cheng, attempting to touch him with his hand. However, as soon as Officer Su's hand made contact with Wu Cheng's shoulder, it was repelled by an invisible force, causing him to involuntarily step back. This scene filled Officer Yang Jing with even more fear, as he realized that they might be facing not just a personal issue with Wu Cheng, but rather some mysterious force beyond their understanding.
Wu Cheng's struggle intensified gradually, and his body began to shake violently, his face turning as pale as paper. His breathing became rapid and shallow, accompanied by painful groans with each breath. Under the control of this irresistible dark force, every movement of Wu Cheng seemed to be filled with endless pain and struggle.
Officer Su and Yang Jing had already realized that what they were facing far exceeded their ability to handle. A look of helplessness and anxiety appeared on Yang Jing's face as he turned to Officer Su and said, "We need to find someone to help. This is beyond what we can handle."
There was a determined and urgent gleam in Yang Jing's eyes, and his voice echoed nervously and resolutely in the dark corner of the interrogation room, as if searching for a glimmer of hope in the darkness: "We must find witch Li. She may have unique insights into these supernatural events. She is our only chance." Yang Jing's words were filled with urgency, as if trying to grasp at the last straw for survival.
Su Jianyang's expression on his face seemed hesitant, his brows furrowed deeply as he sank into deep thought. After a few seconds, he slowly nodded, his expression somewhat resigned. "Indeed, we need her help. But witch Li is always elusive, we don't even know where to find her." His words revealed a hint of worry, as if he felt that the task of finding witch Li was full of difficulty and uncertainty.
At this moment, the light in the interrogation room began to flicker in a strange and irregular rhythm, each flicker seemingly synchronized with Wu Cheng's painful breathing and low growls, creating a chilling atmosphere. The flickering light cast shadows in the dim room, making this cramped space feel even more oppressive and terrifying.
Wu Cheng's body involuntarily trembled with every flicker of the light, as if some unseen force was stirring his soul. His howls grew deeper, filled with pain and fear, each low growl sounding like a call from the depths of hell, shaking everyone present.
Yang Jing and Su Jianyang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep concern and anxiety. Yang Jing took a deep breath, trying to muster courage, his voice carrying determination: "We can't wait any longer, we must act immediately. witch Li is our only hope, we must find her, no matter what it takes."
Su Jianyang nodded, a determined light shining on his face: "Yes, we must split up and find her as soon as possible. Wu Cheng's situation is getting worse and we have no time to waste."
At that moment, Wu Cheng suddenly let out a deeper and more heart-wrenching roar, causing the entire room to tremble under the impact of his voice. His body contorted violently, as if engaged in a life-and-death struggle with a terrifying force from deep within. His face twisted into an expression of extreme pain, every muscle tensed to the limit, his eyes flashing with fear and despair.
The flickering of the lights became more rapid, each flash seeming to intensify Wu Cheng's pain. The air in the room seemed to solidify, filled with oppression and unease. Su Jianyang and Yang Jing exchanged glances, silently conveying their fear and helplessness to each other.
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