There was a strong musty smell in the dilapidated and cramped room, the top floor seemed to be leaking rain, and the inside of the room was damp and closed, making people feel very uncomfortable.

The windows were all sealed with wooden boards, and after Chen Ge checked them, he found that the wooden planks were very new and had only been installed recently.

"It's just a very ordinary room." The burned furniture had long since been thrown away, and the house was empty, and nothing of value could be found.

"That's right, it's been five years, and even if there is evidence, I'm afraid it won't be able to be preserved in its entirety."

He walked out of the house and strolled down the dark corridors, where the guest rooms were mostly emptied, mixed with clutter and household garbage, and there was not even a place to put his feet.

"Domestic garbage can usually reflect a person's living state and personality, and perhaps something can be found from this." After changing the target, Chen Ge endured the smell and searched carefully, and after more than an hour, he really found something strange.

"Why are there so many puppets in apartment buildings? There are no children in the building, who will these toys be? He spent nearly two hours rummaging through all the rubbish and found a total of four plush toys, which were inconspicuous compared to the clutter that filled the hallway, and he might have ignored them if Chen Ge had not majored in toy design and was more sensitive to toys.

The four toys had been thrown here for an unknown amount of time, the surface was covered with stains, moldy in some places, and a finger could scratch off a handful of fluff.

Chen Ge watched it repeatedly, and the doubts became more and more, the dolls had different appearances, but they were from the same manufacturer.

"Could it be that after the renovation of the Ping An Apartment, the tenants who stayed here left it?" Soon Chen Ge shook his head and denied this idea: "Let's not talk about the probability of taking a child to live in an apartment in the murder house, even if you live with a child, it is unlikely to carry four puppets at the same time, after all, these four dolls are of the same manufacturer, and the workmanship and style should be several years ago." ”

The toy market is changing very quickly, and he was an employee of a toy company before he took over the haunted house, so he knows the market quite well.

"It wasn't left by the tenant, but it was kept in the murderous mansion, so it's likely that this thing is the original thing in the apartment." He made a bold guess: "The original owner of the apartment building has two daughters, and if my expectations are right, this doll should be theirs." ”

Thinking of this, Chen Ge had another question: "The fire and water are ruthless, the house and furniture have been burned, how did these four dolls escape?" ”

"Is it a coincidence? Or is it ...... Someone put it in a safe place? Chen Ge felt that he had grasped a very important clue: "There is only one person who can transfer items in the fire, and that is the murderer himself!" But why did he risk protecting the four dolls, and were they important to him? ”

The zipper on the back of the puppet was rusty and broken, Chen Ge directly tore it open, and in the stinky and spoiled cotton wool, he found a card, the size of a palm, full of love between the lines, and Chen Ge got goosebumps when he saw it: "Stuff the love letter into the doll?" It's too subtle to confess in this way, isn't it? ”

He began to make up for the murderer's character, the other party should be a shy and introverted man, embarrassed to say it to his face, so he gave the doll, hoping that the other party would open it and check it when he returned home.

With curiosity, Chen Ge tore open two more puppets, each with a card inside, and the content was roughly the same.

But when he tore open the fourth puppet, a chill crept up his spine.

There was no confession card in the last puppet, and the moldy cotton wool was stuffed with shredded strips of paper, all of which contained only three words - die!

For some reason, the strong love turned into the most vicious curse, and what happened in the middle, Chen Ge had no way of knowing.

"The words on the note should have been left by the murderer, and this is the key evidence." He picked out a few slips of paper and put them in his pocket, and was about to look deeper when the voice-activated light on the corner of the stairs suddenly turned on!

"Someone's coming!" Chen Ge panicked, he quickly turned off the flashlight on his mobile phone, and hid in the guest room next to him with a few puppets.

The atmosphere didn't dare to come out, holding his breath, Chen Ge hid behind the door, secretly watching outside through the crack in the door.

Footsteps rang out, and a man and a woman talking in the dark hallway.

"We have to get that thing out of here, we can't delay any longer."

"The new tenant had gone up to the third floor before, and he walked to the top of the stairs and suddenly went down again, almost spotting me."

"I know that there have been more and more outsiders coming to the apartment recently, and this thing needs to be disposed of quickly."

"Yes."

"Call the rest of the people, work together, and dig it out tonight and bury it in the back mountain."

The visitor was carrying an old-fashioned miner's lamp, and with the light, Chen Ge could see it clearly. The two people who spoke in the hallway were the landlord and the woman on the first floor.

"Why did they run to the third floor without sleeping late at night?" After adjusting the angle to make sure that he would not be discovered, Chen Ge leaned his body behind the door.

After a while, all the tattooed men and fat men they had seen in the apartment building walked up, not only wrapping themselves tightly, but also carrying tools such as iron drills, sacks, kitchen knives, etc.

"What is this for?"

Several people stood in the hallway, seemingly arguing.

The short and fat man who walked at the back was in a bad mood: "Do you really want to do this?" Once we dig it out, our fingerprints will remain around, and then everything will be unclear. ”

"You think you're making it clear now?" The landlord glared at the fat man: "Don't bother, hurry up and help." ”

"I think we'd better call the police." The stocky man stood in place.

Hearing his words, the tattooed man walked over directly and grabbed him by the collar: "Crazy?" Hit the muzzle of the gun yourself? The police must be the first to investigate a few of us, and when the time comes, your drunk driving hit-and-run and our occupation of the old man's apartment will all be leaked! ”

"Husband, don't be angry." The woman who lived opposite the tattooed man on the first floor walked over: "Everyone has a part in this matter, no one can run, so let's hurry up and work." ”

"A few of us are not clean, and we finally found a place to stay, if any of you dare to have other ideas, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people." The landlord gave the chunky man the iron shovel in his hand: "You go get the first one." ”

"Me?" The sweat on the fat man's forehead immediately flowed, his face turned blue and white for a while, and he grabbed the iron drill and moved slowly.

Looking at the abnormal behavior of several people outside the door, Chen Ge felt more and more that something was wrong: "What are they going to dig?" ”

The stocky man walked to the deepest part of the corridor, pushed the clutter to the sides, and lifted the curtain behind the clutter pile with trembling hands as the other tenants watched.

It was a thickened concrete wall with a female corpse with her back to the crowd.