"Squeak!" With the sound of the door being opened, Duan kept walking into the house of the old widower who had died inexplicably. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Duan kept looking at it, and the furnishings in the room were very simple, that is, a few grilles were made to simply separate a room, and a general kitchen and bedroom were separated.

"It's messy!" Duan kept muttering to himself while looking at the furnishings in the house.

If it weren't for the host, the ghost would have been willing to come to this place, and there was a strange smell in the house.

There is not only the smell of mold that has not been ventilated for many years, but also the smell of decay of corpses, which should be because the house has just died and there is no ventilation, so the smell of corpses cannot be discharged.

Duan kept walking to Luther King's bedroom, and heard that the old widower was found naked in bed, and that he had been dead for four or five days when he was found.

Although it was late summer and early autumn, it was hot enough, so the corpse quickly decomposed and could not even be recognized as a human form.

"Anyway, this is my last way to survive, and whether I can advance or not depends on my performance in this case." Thinking of this, Duan continued to cover his mouth and nose, and his expression became solemn, looking like a detective handling a case.

He first walked to the side of the bed and carefully examined everything on the bed, the sheets were only slightly crumpled, and there was no obvious struggle. Therefore, it proves that the old widower was defenseless in his heart at that time, which also derives two results: either the old widower was alone at home at the time, and he couldn't think about ending the rest of his life in bed because of loneliness and loneliness for a while.

Of course, this result is not valid, at least in the case of Duan Zhuan.

Because, as soon as he entered the room, he noticed that something was wrong, and he touched the white crystals on the sheets with his hand.

Then he went to the old widower's kitchen to check on it, and there was nothing unusual, if there was any, that is, the old widower had not touched the stove for at least a month.

The pots and pans in the kitchen were covered in a thin layer of dust, and half of the kitchen was filled with wood used for firewood.

This amount can be burned in a week for a family of three, but don't forget that this is the home of an old widower who lives alone, and if you let the old widower use it, it will burn for at least a month.

At the same time, because the kitchen is not large, except for the cooking board and pot stove, the rest of the whole kitchen is at most put so much firewood, just enough for the old widower to burn for a month.

But now, Duan kept looking at the calendar on the wall, which showed that it was October 25, which means that today is October 30 or October 31.

Because the old widower's body had already decomposed when he died, at least four or five days had passed, and now Duan has been here for about six days.

At that time, the days on the calendar were naturally the days when the old widower died, and after the old widower's death, no one would be bored enough to tear the old widower's calendar, so the time was still stuck at that time, so it was calculated that today was the 30th or 31st of October.

Such a series of calculations is more interesting, we might as well do a scenario reconstruction, and push the time to the beginning of October.

At that time, September had just arrived and October had just arrived, and the old widower's house had used up the firewood for a month, which was enough time to exhaust the firewood in the kitchen.

So, at the beginning of October, the old widower bought another month's worth of firewood in the market, that is, the firewood that Duan Zheng had just seen piled up half of the kitchen.

But here comes the problem, the firewood bought by the old widower at the beginning of October and the 20th day of October when the old widower died, there was no obvious consumption, which must be illogical.

The only explanation is that the old widower has not used this firewood for a month, which means that the old widower has not used the stove to cook for a month.

If we extrapolate in this way, the absence of cooking means that there is no eating, and the old widower who does not eat will not die on the twentieth day of October.

Duan kept laughing: "He didn't use firewood for cooking for a month, but he didn't starve to death, but died after more than twenty days, so what did he rely on to maintain the food he needed during this time period?"

"It seems that the situation is getting more and more interesting, since you are not alone, then you may not be suicidal, at least not without a witness. And what about 'you'? If you can send a month's worth of food to the old widower, why would the old widower die inexplicably in the end? ”

Duan kept sighing, walked out of the old widower's house, looked at the already dim sky, and a memory suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Looks like we're going home!"

The memory that appeared in Duan Zheng's mind at this time was the location of his home, and it seemed that the script was set to let him call it a day after checking the old widower's house.

He wished he didn't dare to do anything all day long, and then perform this film ordinarily, at least there would be no major changes, and he could have a glimmer of life.

Duan kept thinking about it, and then pulled his collar to block the cool breeze at night: "What the hell, it's only low October and it's so cold in autumn, so you can't freeze people to death until winter?"

Then, he walked forward quickly, walked about ten meters away, and suddenly stopped, and suddenly looked back at the old widower's house.

The house is still the same house, which looks particularly ethereal at night, and looks a little crumbling in the cold wind: "Such a dilapidated house should be renovated, I really don't know if the town's law enforcement officers will allow the existence of dilapidated houses."

Duan kept muttering in a low voice, and if someone next to him might laugh at him for being nosy, what does it have to do with him if someone's house is a dilapidated house, and why should he take care of the affairs of the old widower and the law enforcement officer in the town.

Duan kept laughing at himself: "It seems that I am really a soldier, and I feel like there is a ghost when I look at everything, and such a dilapidated house built on the outskirts of the town will not threaten the safety of other residents." As for the life and death of this old widower? Forget it! Who cares about the life of an old widower who has no relatives and is alone and waiting to die at any time, this is probably the case in the world! ”

On the planet at that time, how many lonely old people, how many helpless children, and who would care about their life or death. Perhaps the government will use its own social security institutions to take in these lonely elderly and unaccompanied orphans, but so what?

Even though their bodies have a dwelling place, who will take them in their hearts, where their hearts will dwell, and who will know what their hearts desire.

Duan continued to yearn in his heart, but then he was helpless, what does this have to do with him, don't forget that you are now the real mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and you can't protect yourself.

Now these bastards who are in the studio, maybe when they feel unhappy, they feel that their performance is not to his heart, and they will judge themselves to ng.

When the time comes, directly let the soul host wipe him out, and when the time comes, he will find someone to cry out for injustice, and now he will honestly return to his home in this town, and then plan and then prepare to start investigating this series of cases.

Thinking in his heart, Duan continued to walk quickly to this remote place and walked towards the town. With him gone, night officially enveloped the shaky hut, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to open a hole, revealing a treacherous grin, showing the world their fangs.

is ready to choose people and devour them at any time, and Duan is unknowingly involved in this strange torrent.

Suicide?

Homicide?

And who knows?

Maybe it's possible to "kill it".