When I pulled the woman out, I saw that she was in her 20s, with makeup on her face and a pink padded jacket, but under the pink padded jacket was a leopard-print underwear.

This woman looks a little fancy, as if she is a wine lady in KTV.

He was twenty-four or five-year-old, without any identification documents, and was holding a crocodile leather bag, most of which contained some cosmetics and some cigarettes.

It's just that when this woman was pulled out by me, I found that the woman in front of me was somewhat familiar, first of all, with long hair fluttering, just like the female ghost I met that night.

The hair is purple.

When I saw this, I picked up the phone and prepared to call the police, but as soon as the phone was connected, I suddenly hung up the phone.

Because I found out the identity of this woman, I think about it carefully, no wonder it looks familiar, last night I saw that the female host on the news was this woman.

Of course, the host is fake, and this woman is pretending.

I didn't know what this woman really did, not even her name, but when I thought about it, I felt like the whole thing was in a whirlpool.

It was like a trap that led me step by step.

The way this woman died was very peculiar, and the way she died was so familiar to me.

I am not a doctor and cannot determine the true cause of death, but when I look closely, I can see that the other person's neck is completely twisted and his face is facing his back.

I remember using this method when I killed the female ghost last night.

So here comes a rebuttal, did this woman attack me last night when she was dead, or was she alive, and if I were alive, wouldn't I have become a murderer?

But I didn't think about this question for too long, because I remember that the woman exuded yin qi when she appeared, and if the other party was still alive, then it couldn't be this state, but despite this, I believe that the woman's neck must have left my fingerprints.

If it is discovered by the police, it is unclear.

When I saw this, my cold sweat flowed from my head, what if I killed someone?

Anyway, I have to get back to the way I was, and I can't go and destroy the corpse now, because I wouldn't be able to justify it if I did.

If I call the police now, I'm basically asking for trouble on my own.

I took a chance and found a few discarded garbage bags on the ground and put them in my hands.

In order to avoid leaving my fingerprints, I put the body back into the trash can in a garbage bag, still with its head down.

Finally, the trash can was pushed back to its original place.

In this way, the dead body was restored to its original state, and after doing all this, I hurriedly took Wang Ruohan's clothes and ran home.

I was depressed all night long, my two daughters-in-law and Wang Ruohan kept asking questions, and of course I kept silent.

I didn't do anything all night, just eating at the coffee table and watching the news, hoping to see the body on the local news, and at the same time worried about being discovered.

But after waiting for a full night, I didn't see any news about it.

Until 1 o'clock in the second half of the night, I was really sleepy, so I could only sleep alone, and the next morning I pretended to go out to buy groceries and deliberately took a taxi to the small alley.

At this time, it turned out that the dumpster was gone.

It's no wonder, even though it's a small alley, there are regular garbage trucks to take out the garbage every day, and I think the police have already discovered it.

But when I came here this time, I felt a little strange, why didn't there be a yellow cordon?

Usually the place where the body is found, the police will lock off the scene, generally this city will basically have garbage trucks at 5 o'clock in the evening to collect garbage, if this is the case, 5 o'clock in the evening until now this time should be completely blocked.

Could it be that the other party would never throw the corpse into the garbage truck like garbage?

If that's the case, it's a good thing for me, the provincial police came to me for trouble.

I quietly walked to the garbage dump and pretended to take out the garbage, but by this time I found that the corpse had long since disappeared, and there was no report on the surrounding news, and the residents of the community did not mention such a thing.

The corpse disappeared inexplicably.

It was as if everything I saw yesterday was an illusion, and it would be nice if this could be over.

But I didn't believe that the police system would be so weak, and I was about to leave here when I thought of this, when suddenly I felt a chill on my head and instinctively took a few steps back, and then I heard a clang.

When I looked down, I saw a huge garbage bag thrown directly in front of me.

I looked up and saw an old residential building, not too tall, with only five floors.

It seems that someone is making the garbage on the bed and throwing it directly like this, and it almost hits.

I looked up, but I saw that the whole building was empty, almost every house was dark, no one had lived in it for a long time, there were six or seven sporadic lights, and it was a little bit popular.

The front of the mall is a bustling road, while the back looks like a poor neighborhood, which is particularly polarized.

I kicked the garbage bag in a rage.

If you accidentally hit me by throwing garbage like this, you will basically be killed or injured.

At this moment, the garbage bag suddenly kicked me directly under the garbage inside, and all the brains fell out, and I immediately retreated for two days, only to find that most of the bottles and cans here, and some old newspapers.

I don't look at the bottles and cans, I just glance at the old newspapers.

As a result, I found a problem.

There is a pattern on the front of these old newspapers, which is a popular science newspaper, and the pattern depicts a vast universe.

But the problem is that there are dozens of newspapers scattered on the ground, and each one has the same picture printed on it.

It's strange who buys the newspaper, buying dozens of copies at a time, or the same date, the same content.

Out of curiosity, I picked up a random newspaper and corresponded to it, and found that it was indeed a duplicate!