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Seeing that the old man didn't move his steps, Chu Lingqiao and Xiao Ye decided to get out of the car to take a look, and the two pushed the car door and walked down.

"Are you alright, old man?" Chu Lingqiao took the lead in saying.

The old man looked at Chu Lingqiao who walked in, his face twitched a few times, and then he said nervously, "You guys, what are you doing here?" ”

"We're the police from Jinghai, come here to investigate." Chu Lingqiao said.

After hearing Chu Lingqiao's words, the old man's eyes widened in vain, his face showed fear, and his whole body began to tremble.

"You guys, go away! This is not the place for you, there are imps! One has already died, and it's dangerous. The old man's voice was low and hoarse, making people shudder to listen to it.

Chu Lingqiao and Xiao Ye glanced at each other, and it was obvious that what the old man said was probably Hua'an, who died a few days ago.

Just as Xiao Ye wanted to ask a few more words, the old man suddenly seemed to be crazy, and ran backwards, turning his head and smiling weirdly at Xiao Ye and Chu Lingqiao.

"Hehe, if you don't listen to me, you will all be killed by the little ghost, you will be killed!" The old man gradually faded away and disappeared into the streets of Fengzhu Township.

Xiao Ye swallowed his saliva and looked at Chu Lingqiao with some chills, "I said beautiful sister, why does it look so strange here?" Even people are a little abnormal. ”

Chu Lingqiao nodded, "Well, although I have been in Jinghai City for many years, I have never been here, to be honest, this place is very weird, no matter whether this case was done by a 'painter' or not, but there must be some problems in this village, act carefully." ”

Xiao Ye nodded thoughtfully, then followed Chu Lingqiao into the car, entered Fengzhu Township, and not long after, he arrived at the local police station in Fengzhu Township.

After revealing his identity, the director of the local police station met Chu Lingqiao and Xiao Ye in person.

The director of the police station is called Zhang Dachun, a middle-aged man, he originally looked at the time, it was already noon, and wanted to lead the two of them to eat first, but Chu Lingqiao was eager to handle the case and insisted on going to the scene to see it first, Xiao Ye was naturally stubborn, so he could only go with him.

The police station in Fengzhu Township is not big, with a total of less than ten people, who are just on duty in turns, taking care of local trivial matters, and in cases like this, they are directly reported to the police station in Jinghai City.

The inn where the crime occurred was not far from the police station, so Xiao Ye and the others did not drive but walked over there on foot.

Although it is not a weekend, Fengzhu Township is particularly deserted today, and I feel that all the people in the township are nervous to stay at home and never go out.

"Director Zhang, why do you look so strange here? Why didn't anyone come out? Xiao Ye asked.

Zhang Dachun grinned and said; "Alas, it's not this case, I don't know who passed it on, it was said that it was a powerful ghost from the mountain asking for his life, this Fengzhu Township is all simple villagers, and there is no culture, so I naturally believe it, this is less than a day later, the news spread, and I don't go out from house to house."

Xiao Ye nodded, thinking that it should be like this, but he suddenly remembered that just now he saw a villager who went out, it was the old man in white.

"By the way, Director Zhang, when we first came, we saw an old man wearing a white floral cloth robe, do you know who she is?" Xiao Ye asked.

Zhang Dachun's face was a little complicated, then he sighed and said, "Who else can there be, this old woman is the only one in Fengzhu Township who has nothing to do and runs around, she is a madman." ”

"Crazy?" Chu Lingqiao frowned and said strangely, "You mean, her mind is not normal?" A psychopath? ”

Zhang Dachun nodded, and said while walking: "Alas, it's strange to say, this old lady was originally an ordinary villager, but a few years ago, her daughter who was studying in other places came with bad news, saying that it was because of an accident and unfortunately died, and then her wife passed away because of excessive sadness, and her relatives left, this old lady couldn't accept the blow, and then went crazy." Originally, it was normal a few years ago, we wanted her to go to the hospital for treatment, but she was like crazy, how to go, and then she really couldn't manage it, so she could only live like crazy, after all, they were all villagers, so every once in a while, we would give her a little food from door to door, so that she could live a good life. ”

Chu Lingqiao listened with a hint of melancholy, perhaps because of the softness of the woman's heart, and seemed to be very sympathetic to the old man's plight, and then asked the old woman's address.

After more than ten minutes, Xiao Ye and the others finally came to the inn at the scene of the crime, which was a simple three-story hotel.

At this time, the inn has been taken care of by the Zhang Dachun Police Station, after all, it was confessed from above, and the scene of the crime needs to be preserved.

The proprietress of the inn was a middle-aged woman, with a hot body, a strong local flavor, and her lips were painted with bright vermilion.

"Ouch, Director Zhang, you can count it, how long will people be closed here, business has been bad recently, I will suspend business for a few more days, this business is really impossible."

Zhang Dachun smiled awkwardly and said to you: "Okay, Meijuan'er, this is a police officer sent by the provincial department, who specializes in this case, and will soon let you operate as usual, you cooperate." ”

"I don't care, anyway, for the losses of these days, you have to compensate me if you find a chance!"

The proprietress Meijuan glared at Zhang Dachun, and her charming expression made Xiao Ye's goosebumps fall all over her body, and idiots can see that this proprietress and Zhang Dachun definitely have a leg!

However, Xiao Ye was still silent on the surface, and just gave Zhang Dachun an admiring expression, "Brother, steady!" ’

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The inn has a total of three floors, each floor has seven rooms, and the deceased Hua'an and his sketching team live on the third floor together, which happens to be one room for one person.

Xiao Ye followed Chu Lingqiao and Zhang Dachun to the top, passed through the dark corridor, and came to the scene of Hua'an's death.

The house number of the room is 301, and in order until 307, it is all the rooms on the third floor.

Xiao Ye walked inside, and then took a closer look at the scene, in fact, the scene of the crime was well preserved, the blood stains on the floor, and the placement of the surrounding supplies were almost exactly the same as the photos.

Except for the corpse that was carried away and the blood painting before death, almost nothing was moved, looking at the white line outline of Hua An's dead body on the floor, Xiao Ye couldn't help but think back to Yang Dazhi and Zhou Taipei not long ago.

Perhaps after death, all that can be left is this simple outline, and no matter how detailed it is, there is no such thing......