The dead man was dressed in pajamas, and he was lying on all fours on the bed because his hands and feet were bound in strips by torn sheets, and they were firmly fastened to the four corners of the bed.

Where his limbs were bound by the sheets, his hands and feet were all swollen and blackened, and the tight lines of the sheets almost sank into the skin, which was evident that he was so hard that he couldn't break free at all.

And the man did not close his eyes, but his eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, his lips were slightly open, and his expression before death was with a touch of horror, so that he was forever frozen in this moment.

The smell in the room was terrible, but it wasn't the smell of a corpse, and the corpse itself didn't seem to smell strange, but rather like a dried corpse.

However, Shen Xing knew very well that this was not a dry corpse.

He took out the black rubber gloves in his backpack and put them on, which were later equipped after the Song Xiaoyu incident and under Zheng Ruijun's reminder.

Walking to the head of the bed, he carefully checked the man's appearance, and he couldn't confirm whether the person lying on the bed was Zhang Shu himself.

If this person is Zhang Shu, then who is the person who answered his phone just now?

Could it be that the person who answered the phone was this terrible guy?

Thinking of this, Shen Xing suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He calmed down, bent down and opened the bedside table, found a black wallet inside, opened the wallet and saw that in addition to a little cash, there were several bank cards and ID cards.

Pulled out his ID card, looked at the photo on it carefully, and then looked at the person lying on the bed, and after identifying it, Shen Xing decided that this guy was Zhang Shu.

Although the photo on the ID card is the one that does not look like the person in the past, after careful identification, it is still possible to draw conclusions.

Unless Zhang Shu has similar brothers, this speculation is less likely.

Shen Xing thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zhang Shu's phone number again.

Soon the other party was prompted to have the bell, and the next second, the ringtone of the mobile phone came from this bedroom, coming from the ground against the wall in the corner of the head of the big bed in front of him.

Shen Xing leaned over, lay on the right side of the bed, saw a light in that place, and bent down to pick up the mobile phone that was vibrating and ringing, and found that the end of the mobile phone was still plugged into the charging cable.

The charging cable is always plugged into the power strip, which means that the phone is always charged.

He was sure that what he dialed just now was Zhang Shu's phone, and Zhang Shu at that time also answered the call and had a short call with him.

Thinking of this, a creepy feeling unconsciously climbed up his back, Shen Xing looked sideways at the deceased on the bed, and the other party still maintained that frightened death look.

Hung up the phone and put his phone away, Shen Xing unplugged the charging cable of Zhang Shu's mobile phone, lit up the screen and prepared to view, but he didn't know that he needed to enter a password.

He temporarily put his phone on the bedside table and turned his attention to the person on the bed again.

After thinking about it, the gloved hand reached over and touched the skin of the other person's cheek, then pressed it lightly and rubbed it twice.

It was stiff, and even showed signs of dryness, not like it was covered with a layer of skin.

After a pause, Shen Xing held his breath, bowed down to the corpse, stretched his two arms to the back of the corpse's head, and touched it carefully, especially the scalp where he used some strength to rub the piece of skin.

There are no signs of loosening.

However, when Shen Xing withdrew his hands, he found that the back of his hand was stained with a little dried blood, and he took a look to see that there was a completely withered skin near the neck of the pillow where the corpse was lying.

The skin was pressed against the back of the corpse's neck, and it was not noticed just now.

Look at it like this, this withered skin is the skin that possesses Zhang Shu.

Shen Xing straightened up, pondered for a moment, looked at Zhang Shu's frightened appearance with his mouth open, followed Zhang Shu's gaze, looked up at the ceiling.

A bedroom lamp hung from the ceiling, glowing yellowish, and next to this lamp, there was a black cloud like ink, which seemed to have soaked into the wall.

The ink was irregularly shaped, the size of an A4 sheet of paper, as if it had been soaked in water from the upper floor.

However, Shen Xing knew very well that that thing was more like an ink stain.

At this moment, the ink stain began to fade visibly, becoming lighter and lighter, and in less than ten seconds, it disappeared completely.

Shen Xing's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the other walls around the room in confusion.

No similar ink stains were seen.

He thought for a moment, took a few steps back, exited the bedroom, and stood outside the living room.

After he came out, the bedroom door naturally closed, lightly touching the door lock, but it was not closed tightly.

Shen Xing was about to activate the different pupils to observe the bedroom from the outside, when suddenly a strange thought rose from his heart, and after this thought appeared, he immediately interrupted the idea of activating the different pupils immediately.

Looking at the brown bedroom door that had been concealed, Shen Xing first took off the black rubber gloves stained with blood, then took out his mobile phone, called up the phone number of Zhang Shu that had been dialed, and then redialed it.

After a while, the sound of the phone in the bedroom came out, and Shen Xing silently put his mobile phone to his ear and stood in place.

There was no ringing in the bedroom except for the ringing of the phone.

And about seven or eight seconds after the phone rang, click, the phone was connected, and at the same moment, the phone ringing in the bedroom disappeared.

"Hello?"

In the mobile phone receiver next to Shen Xing's ear, Zhang Shu's familiar voice came from just now.

At this moment, even Shen Xing felt the coldness of his hands and feet, as if he had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

In the silence of the room, he could hear not only the voice on the phone, but also a man's voice coming from the bedroom.

"Hello?" Zhang Shu said it again.

Shen Xing didn't speak, he forced himself to calm down, and slowly approached the hidden bedroom door quietly.

Take out the telescopic stick with your left hand and hold it in your hand, and rest your thumb on the button that stimulates the ghost to hit, and you can press it at any time.

Then he came to the door of the bedroom, and Zhang Shu's voice came from the mobile phone receiver again: "Hey, who is it?" ”

At the same moment, the familiar voice sounded in the bedroom with the door closed.

Shen Xing stretched out one foot and slowly opened the door.

The first thing he saw was the feet of the corpse exposed to sight on the large bed, and then the waist......

This proves that the corpse has actually been lying on the bed all along, still maintaining a four-and-eight posture and has not moved.

In fact, his hands and feet were so tightly tied that he couldn't move at all.

The bedroom doors were quickly opened, and it was determined that the body was still lying on the bed in order, Shen Xing's eyes fell on the bedside table, and then he found that the mobile phone that had been placed on it had disappeared without a trace.

On closer inspection, the phone was leaning against the ear of the lying corpse, and the screen was on, just obscured by the corpse's raised and tied arms, and it was almost impossible to see.

"He's really answering the phone?!"