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The night wind was somewhat chilly, and the pedestrians gradually dwindled away. Suddenly, a figure that was in a hurry appeared and pushed open the door of the police station.

"I... I killed someone... "He's killed …" The person who had broken into the police station seemed to have completely broken down. He knelt on the ground and covered his face with his trembling hands as he continuously murmured these words. His mental state seemed to be unstable.

The police officers on duty immediately rushed over and seized him.

In the detention room, Fang Mo picked up the coffee that he had just brewed and took a sip. The person opposite him did not seem to have completely calmed down, as his body trembled slightly.

"What's going on?"

"I killed someone." That person's hair was in a mess as he lowered his eyes and slowly said.

"You've repeated this many times. I know you killed someone, but how do I know you're lying? "Tell me, where is the corpse?"

"By... I buried him! "

"Where?" Fang Mo put down the cup in his hand, and his expression turned grim. From the other party's expression, it was obvious that he was not lightly frightened, and it was very likely that he was speaking the truth.

"Buried behind a rockery in a suburban park. But the body was found. I saw the news last month. "

Fang Mo was stunned and felt cold all over his body. The long sealed memory in his head was assembled in an instant, and he could not help but stand up and say loudly, "Are you talking about the female corpse in the park? The deceased was attacked and had a deep strangled neck. He was strangled with a belt. "

The man nodded, slowly raised his head and said in a low voice, "That's right, I am the murderer!"

After the discovery of the female body in the suburban park, the police quickly launched an investigation, but no male semen was found in the body, and the deceased was an outsider. Not long after arriving in the city, he had no relatives, and the police had no leads.

Who would have thought that the murderer would turn himself in after only a month? Fang Mo immediately thought of the incident with the blood-red amber. Could it be that there was another 'blood-red amber'?

After inquiring about the culprit, Fang Mo immediately dialed Lu Xiang's number.

"There's such a thing?" On the other side of the phone, Lu Xiang was in disbelief after hearing what Officer Fang had said.

"That's right, but it's a little different from what happened before. The previous truck driver had read the novel in the magazine and found that it perfectly matched his murder story. But this time, the taxi driver was scared out of his wits by a horror story told on a midnight radio station. I know what you're thinking, but the horror story on this radio station is about his own murder plot. It's like a radio host is in the right place, do you think it's a coincidence? "

"Radio broadcasters usually only read from the script, so it's possible that someone wrote the novel and sent it to the radio station, which just happened to be accepted by the radio station. Oh right, what's the situation with the Blood Amber? "

"He was sentenced by a judge to five years in prison for attempted murder, so it can't be him."

"In that case, there could be more than one lantern." On the other end of the phone, Lu Xiang was deep in thought. The trench coat wearing man did not mention that there would be many similar Underworld Artifacts when he handed in his mission. This time, it would be troublesome.

The City 19 Radio Station was located in a grand building near the city square.

As the host of the Midnight Malevolence program, Luo Wei had come to the office early, he was thirty-six years old this year, he had worked for nearly ten years on the radio station, and the previous period of time, his listenership had been cut off due to the midnight malice program. As the host of the Midnight Malevolence program, Luo Wei had come to the office early, and now he was thirty-six years old this year, and had worked for nearly ten years on the radio station.

He had never told anyone, not even his wife and children. Whenever someone asked, he would only smile and answer them with the word "secret."

"Luo Wei, your email!" When the office thought of the young postboy's rough voice, everyone in the office focused their eyes on Luo Wei. They all knew that the original script for tonight had been sent again.

The sender's name was' Gu ', and it might have been the author's pen name. As for the address, it was rather vague and not very specific.

Therefore, other than Luo Wei, no one else knew this secret.

He tore open the envelope and took out the story that was going to be broadcast tonight. He pretended to read it carefully and the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch. His eyes swept the surroundings from time to time, making sure that no one was paying attention to him.

Yes, it was not anyone else who had written the manuscript, but himself.

His memories instantly returned to two months ago.

At that time, the superiors decided to cancel Luo Wei's Midnight Gossip program and reopen a new program on love. It could be said that if this program was canceled, Luo Wei would also face unemployment, his wife was a cashier at a large supermarket, his monthly income was not great, and he still had to rely on himself as the main source of income, which was only part of the reason. The main reason was that Luo Wei was very keen on broadcasting, and when he heard the voice on the radio as a child, his curiosity had increased, constantly asking his parents why other people could speak from the box, and from then he would decide to grow up and do the talking from the radio.

Realizing his dream was a rare achievement. After working for so many years, he had never experienced such a dull feeling. Every day, he would go to work filled with passion.

He couldn't let anyone take away the dream he'd been dreaming for so many years, never could, and so he began to look through Terror Magazine, trying to find inspiration for his own work, and then he saw the novel of Bloody Amber, which was full of reality, every word as if it were a vivid picture, and in less than a week he was trapped in the work of Bloody Amber, but for some reason the author no longer had any new work, and he was like a drug addict in pain, and he couldn't even sleep, and one night he stood on the balcony and prayed silently to the sky: I sincerely pray that heaven will give me that blood-red inspiration!

The next day, he received a mysterious courier. Inside the courier, there was something like a small bamboo joint and a piece of paper with an introduction written on it.

"A lantern, an object from the underworld. When in contact with the body of a dead person, it will allow you to view the rest of your life. The blood-colored amber is used to create a perfect, terrifying novel.

Then he thought of an old classmate of his who was working as a medical examiner, and immediately contacted him. He wanted to enter the crime scene with him, using the excuse that they needed to study.

As it happened, the medical examiner was about to hire an assistant, so he readily agreed to work part-time for a while. Whenever a murder case arose, he would go there and secretly tear off a strand of the victim's hair.

But it was more troublesome, and the way he pulled his hair in front of the police and old friends was more striking. After all, he was just an assistant. Then a bold idea occurred to him — to put the lantern behind his eyes and see everything without taking anything from the dead man's body each time he touched it.

This idea became a reality under the skilful operation of the black market doctor.

Then, he successfully possessed the ability to pry into the memories of the dead, thus gaining inspiration for the creation of the horror novel. But he was careful not to arouse suspicion, so he wrote the manuscript that day under an unfamiliar pseudonym and sent it to him later, because his home was not far from the company and he would receive it the next day.

Along with the horror novels he wrote, coupled with his gradually vivid ability to narrate, the Midnight Phantom came back to life. With increasing demand, the number of incidents decreased and he began to be unable to meet them.

Where would there be so many dead people? He immediately thought of the hospital morgue.