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Su Jianyang opened his eyes again and found the interrogation room in chaos. The lights flickered, casting unstable shadows and creating an eerie and unsettling atmosphere. A strong smell of blood filled the air, causing Su Jianyang's heart to race.
He quickly got up from the ground, looking around to try to understand what had happened. When his gaze turned to the table, a horrifying scene unfolded before him— witch Li's body was contorted in an abnormal manner, her limbs bent at unimaginable angles, as if an invisible force was pressing her tightly against the table. Her eyes were shut, and her face contorted in pain.
Su Jianyang felt an indescribable panic surging in his heart. He hurried towards witch Li and softly called out her name, hoping to wake her up: " witch Li! witch Li! Are you okay? Please wake up!" But witch Li showed no response, her body still fixed in that unnatural posture, lying there quietly.
Su Jianyang was filled with helplessness and despair, not knowing how to deal with the scene before him. He turned around to look for Yang Jing, hoping to find his partner to face this inexplicable situation together. But he quickly realized that Yang Jing was no longer in the room.
The entire interrogation room was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, and Su Jianyang felt as if he had fallen into an inescapable nightmare. He didn't know what to do, so he just stood there, staring fixedly at Witch Li's body, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Su Jianyang's gaze nervously swept around the room, and he noticed that the handcuffs that had previously restrained Wu Cheng were now hanging empty on the table. They had been distorted into an extremely unusual shape, as if they had endured an unimaginable force. The metal fragments of the handcuffs echoed faintly on the table, and this faint sound seemed particularly harsh in the silent interrogation room, as if it were recounting a terrifying scene that had just occurred.
Su Jianyang felt a strong dizziness hit him, and he struggled to grab the edge of the table to steady himself. His heart was beating rapidly, filled with shock and panic. The scene before him was beyond his understanding, and everything seemed like a nightmare. Just then, witch Li's weak and trembling voice suddenly broke the heavy silence: "Off... officer."
Su Jianyang nervously turned around and saw witch Li lying on the ground, her face pale and her eyes filled with deep weakness. He quickly crouched down to help her. His voice was filled with anxiety and worry: "I... I'll call an ambulance right away, don't speak for now!" His hands trembled as he took out his phone from his pocket, preparing to call for an ambulance.
witch Li's eyes trembled slightly, as if she was struggling to speak with all her remaining strength. Her lips moved lightly, emitting a barely audible sound. Su Jianyang leaned in, trying to hear her words. witch Li's voice was weak and difficult: "Be careful... it's still here..."
Su Jianyang's heart suddenly jumped, and a deeper concern and panic immediately appeared on his face. His gaze quickly swept across the entire interrogation room, searching for any potential lurking threats. The atmosphere in the interrogation room became even more oppressive, filled with an inexplicable tension. The light continued to flicker intermittently, each time seemingly reminding of the eerie scene that had just occurred.
He kept echoing witch Li's words in his mind, what exactly is "it"? He dared not think too much, only knowing that he must take action quickly. Su Jianyang quickly dialed the ambulance number, while his eyes glanced around vigilantly from time to time, fearing that something unexpected might happen.
"No need to call... officer... I'm beyond saving." witch Li's words felt like a cold knife stabbing into Su Jianyang's heart. He felt a kind of powerless despair, knowing witch Li's important role in these mysterious events, her loss was nothing short of a huge disaster.
Su Jianyang's hand trembled slightly, and the phone in his hand seemed to become extremely heavy. His eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at the pale and weak witch Li. Her voice was low and weak, as if it were the sound of the wind coming from a distance, almost inaudible.
witch Li struggled to continue speaking, and every word seemed to be spoken with her last bit of strength: "Listen to me carefully... what comes next is very important. Wu... Wu Cheng has been completely controlled."
Su Jianyang's brows furrowed, and he could hardly believe his ears. His voice trembled slightly: "H-how... how is this possible? Everything was going so smoothly just now, wasn't it?" He remembered the scene just moments ago, where everything seemed to be under their control.
witch Li exerted her last bit of strength, coughed a few times, her breath becoming more and more rapid, but she still insisted on speaking: "The power of 'It' is too strong... Wu Cheng has been affected for too long. That is not an ordinary demon; it has deeply invaded Wu Cheng's soul, almost inseparable. What you see is just it manipulating Wu Cheng's body."
Su Jianyang felt a chill run down his spine, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could hardly speak. Unable to contain himself, he asked, "So what should we do? Is there a way to save Wu Cheng?"
A hint of sorrow flashed in witch Li's eyes, as if he had already seen through everything in the world. "Save him? This is no longer just about saving one person; it's a war against Darkness. You must find the true source of power to combat such evil. And time is running out."
Su Jianyang felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He knew that what witch Li had said was extremely serious. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "Do you have any clues you can tell us? Is there anything we can do?"
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