"Sir, I don't want to encounter one even once."
Wang Ning shook his head with a bitter smile.
In Ye Feng's memory, there was information about these monsters. They were all creatures contaminated by the Old Ones, possessing only instinct, with only a very rare few retaining any consciousness.
The two types of monsters Yang Yong mentioned were very typical; they could easily blend into a crowd and devour humans without being discovered.
They were contaminated by one of the Old Ones and possessed an intense craving for flesh and blood.
However, according to what Ye Feng had learned from his reading, this situation should be extremely rare because the JA District was under the shroud of the God of Justice and Courage's Divine Power, and the power of the Outer Gods should not be able to penetrate it. This meant that a lackey of the Outer Gods must have snuck into the JA District and created these monsters. But this was all just Ye Feng's deduction; he would have to see the scene to know the specific situation.
"Hmm... according to the records in the Church's codex, this situation is highly likely to be a Skin-Painting Monster. All the movement patterns match the behavior of a Skin-Painting Monster!"
Yang Qingning frowned slightly, and a few seconds later, she echoed his sentiment.
"Qing Ning, stop saying things everyone already knows. Say something meaningful."
Ye Feng remarked dryly.
"Ye Feng, you...!"
Yang Qingning felt that she couldn't keep up the act for another moment and wanted to turn into a wild beast to tear Ye Feng apart.
"Let's go inside and take a look at the scene first. We must speak based on facts!"
A flash of golden light appeared on Yang Yong's hand, and Wang Ning was instantly filled with confidence. No longer afraid, he led the three people—two men and one woman—into Yunzhi Garden.
"Your residential complex is a bit subpar."
Ye Feng was somewhat speechless.
Apart from the main road in the center, all other paths in this complex were small, winding alleys. If you didn't live here regularly, you would never be able to figure out where a specific building was.
The group walked for a few more minutes and stopped in front of a building.
Ye Feng looked up at the building number; it was Building No. 7, Unit 2.
"Officer, I live on the sixteenth floor. The elevator is over here."
Wang Ning took the lead and walked into Building No. 7. Although it was daytime, the light couldn't get in, and there were no lights, so it appeared somewhat gloomy.
The group followed Wang Ning into the elevator. It swayed and creaked, looking like it had seen better days.
"Arrived at the sixteenth floor."
The elevator announcement finished, and the doors slowly opened.
Directly opposite the elevator was an open door. Everyone realized that this must be Zhang Yan's home.
"You follow him and just point the way for me!"
Wang Ning was still leading the way inside without fear, but this time Yang Yong reached out to stop him and pointed at Ye Feng.
Seeing Yang Yong make this arrangement, Ye Feng nodded. With a thought, a faint White Mist shrouded both Yang Qingning and Wang Ning.
Then, he silently activated his Divine Vision and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"Nine-fifteen."
Golden light, which made people look on in awe, emerged from Yang Yong's body. Without hesitation, he led the three people gathered around him into Zhang Yan's home.
Ye Feng looked at the tidy living room before him, his gaze drifting to the table.
"Rotten food."
The food had been sitting out for many days and was inedible.
Everything looked about the same as what Wang Ning had described; what he said should be true.
Zhang Yan's kitchen faced the living room. Standing in the living room, the group could clearly see the faucet in the kitchen that hadn't been turned off, dripping water. The kitchen was also very tidy, with no signs of a struggle.
"Huh?"
Ye Feng whispered in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Yong turned his head instantly, his expression serious, the usual playfulness gone.
Wang Ning and Yang Qingning also looked at Ye Feng, who had made the sound.
"Nothing, just a bit puzzled. This place doesn't look like a crime scene; it's too clean. I haven't seen a drop of blood, which is a bit unexpected."
Ye Feng said dismissively.
He recalled the minute detail he had seen through his Divine Vision: a diary hidden in the kitchen cabinet.
"Diary containing secrets."
When he activated his Divine Vision, he could read the information of objects directly without needing to go over and open the cabinet.
The first sentence of the diary shocked him.
"My husband is not right!"
"I am Zhang Yan. My husband makes me feel very dangerous. This feeling started the day before yesterday."
"That day he came home as usual. After I opened the door for him, he sat on the sofa without a word. I made him dinner, but he didn't eat it and just went back to the room to sleep."
"In the early morning, I was awakened by an uncomfortable feeling. My husband, Zhou Sheng, was sitting by the bed, staring at me intently."
"He makes me feel like a stranger. Many of his habits are different from before. I can't describe this feeling!"
"It seems like just a stranger who looks a lot like my husband. No, even worse than a stranger. I always have a feeling of fear when I'm around him; my life seems to be under threat!"
"Damn it, ever since the residents of Building No. 7 started losing women's clothing frequently a week ago, the whole building has felt wrong. Now, even my home is starting to feel a bit strange to me..."
"I hear strange sounds from time to time... like the muttering of some kind of creature."
"I have to ask Zhou Sheng!"
The diary entries were messy, and it was clear that the person who wrote them was very panicked. According to the content, it must have been written by Zhang Yan.
After all, the second sentence of the diary stated that she was Zhang Yan.
Under the observation of his Divine Vision, large patches of blood and several strange footprints with only three toes faintly emerged on the clean floor before him.
Several words appeared before his eyes.
Keywords: Missing clothing, strange Zhang Yan, traces of a Skin-Painting Monster.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, feeling a bit pleasantly surprised. His Divine Vision could actually condense keywords through on-site information.
However, Ye Feng was not in a hurry to share this with everyone. After all, he was a newcomer to the Security Team, and if he wanted to gain everyone's recognition, he still needed to achieve some merit. The more information he had, the more he could solve the case first.
He followed the main group into the bedroom without changing his expression.
A strange smell wafted toward them. It wasn't an indescribable stench, but it was still difficult for them as humans to adapt to. Wang Ning's expression became increasingly panicked as the smell grew stronger.
Ye Feng looked under the bed. On the clean carpet, large patches of blood gradually emerged, but only he could see them.
He looked up at the bed, which also had a large pool of blood, perhaps mixed with the power of evil contamination.
The other three noticed nothing, or rather, under the handling of the Skin-Painting Monster, the blood had indeed been cleaned away, but Ye Feng's Divine Vision could still see the hidden truth.
Seeing that the others had found nothing in the bedroom, Ye Feng remembered the "missing clothing" keyword and looked at Wang Ning, who was standing behind him.
"Did something happen in your apartment building a few days ago, like women's underwear going missing?"
He patted Wang Ning on the shoulder and asked.
Wang Ning's expression froze, and a look of contemplation appeared in his eyes.
After a long while, he spoke.
"Yes, sir. That incident must have been two weeks ago. Many neighbors in our Building No. 7 reported to the property management that women's underwear had gone missing, and they were all intimate garments belonging to beautiful women with good figures."
"We called the police at the time, but after they came to investigate and found no traces, the matter was left unsettled."
"In the past week, nothing has gone missing in Building No. 7, but then the paranormal event I just told you about happened!"
He touched his head in distress and said.
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