As soon as I heard the words "find someone", I felt awkward in my heart.

The heart said that I am an atheist, a person from high society, will be reduced to finding a good city god stick to help?

What is this called?

However, judging from this conversation with Sister Juan and her reaction expression, Sister Juan seems to be a normal and enthusiastic neighbor, and she can't see anything wrong.

So, I relaxed a little, and hurriedly waved my hand and said: "Sister Juan, you are too enthusiastic, but you really don't need to, I just said it before, maybe it will really be the same as your hunch, in a few days, Li He will be back soon......

After hearing this, Sister Juan finally showed a satisfied smile, and tapped my forehead with her finger, and said, "You, hey, what does Sister say about you." ”

After that, we talked a few casually, and Sister Juan went downstairs.

I hurried back to room 702, the door was still open, and as soon as I took a step inside, the feeling of depression rose again.

When I walked into the bathroom, the water in the bathtub seemed to have leaked, and I didn't hear any more gurgling sounds.

I suppressed my heartbeat and stepped over the fridge for a moment to the bathtub to take a look.

After seeing the inside of the tub, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, there was nothing but a pile of stains accumulated at the bottom of the tub.

I turned my gaze back to the refrigerator across the door, then crouched down and continued to scrape the dirt.

After scraping for a while, some silk-like things came out, and I flicked it a few times with a fruit knife, and immediately gasped.

Because I understand, that's hair.

I saw clumps of black hair wrapped around the dirt, and as I continued to scrape into it little by little, an unprecedentedly strong feeling began to flood over my heart......

This feeling is no longer the fear of the thing that may be hidden in the dark, nor the hair and possible corpses dug up in the refrigerator, but some extremely bad premonition in the heart.

Is this hair Lee Ha's?

If his wife has turned into a corpse and is buried in the refrigerator......

To be honest, I really don't have the courage to face this kind of scenario.

Anxiety keeps me scraping faster and faster, and the hunch keeps preventing me from digging any further, and this conflicted struggle almost drives me crazy.

So, I threw down the knife in my hand and began to dig through the dirt in the refrigerator with both hands like crazy, while constantly shouting Li He's name......

I don't know how long I had been digging like this, but when I saw that the whole refrigerator had been dug out of the dirt, I gradually calmed down, stopped digging, and then sat weakly against the bathroom door.

At this moment, I stared at the pile in front of me, and I wanted to laugh.

Because, there is no piece of meat, no corpse.

Only hair, only dirty black hair, entwined between black clods......

"Ah——!h

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the door.

I subconsciously turned my head to look, only to see a black shadow in the shape of S flashing through the doorway, followed by a series of running and crying, and then extending all the way down the stairway.

"Ah——!h

Before I could react, another scream was heard, but this time it was a little different, for it was followed by a dull crash, and everything stopped abruptly.

I was stunned for a few seconds, and then I had a premonition that something bad was happening, so I got up from the ground and rushed out of room 702.

When I ran to the staircase, I quickly leaned on the handrail of the stairs and looked down.

I saw Sister Juan lying in the corner of the corridor, and a red liquid was already leaking out from the place under her head, and it was gradually getting bigger and thicker......

Sister Juan is dead!

I watched as she was wheeled into the operating room, and then I watched as she was pushed out, covered in a white cloth.

Sister Juan's husband, Brother Cheng, squatted in the corridor.

For a while, I didn't know how to communicate with this guy, and I didn't know what to say next.

Because, Sister Juan can be said to have been killed indirectly by me!

What I did in room 702 frightened this curious and enthusiastic woman, and then she fell to her death in a hurry to go downstairs!

And now I don't know what to say, what to do, and what to greet.

Maybe it's a summons from the court, maybe it's a lot of compensation, maybe it's Brother Cheng's scolding or even beatings, maybe it's this introverted man's private revenge......

But, whatever it is, all I know is that my life will be much more chaotic and worse before I find Li He.

Brother Cheng didn't say anything, didn't do anything since he saw Sister Juan lying in a pool of blood, just watched me with a gloomy face and picked up Sister Juan's body, and then followed me all the way to the hospital, and finally waited outside the operating room with me.

He had been leaning against the corner of the hallway, crouching there, holding his head, his whole body shaking.

I can't see Brother Cheng's face, I don't know what his face looks like at the moment, and I don't know what he is thinking, but I know that the great grief of losing his wife is something that few people can bear.

Because just like me, it is difficult for me to accept the fact that Li He is missing, let alone let Brother Cheng face the death of Sister Juan.

Still at a loss, I stood against the wall for a long time, until the nurses started changing shifts and realized that I had to figure out how to deal with this.

So, I walked over, patted Brother Cheng lightly on the shoulder, made a sincere apology first, and said that I would definitely shoulder the responsibility for Sister Juan's matter, and I would also pay compensation within my ability.

In the end, I said a lot more intermittently, but Brother Cheng never raised his head, still shaking there, and didn't respond to me a word.

I squatted with him for a long time, and then I couldn't hold on anymore, so I was ready to get up and go home first, and asked him if he wanted to go back.

He still didn't answer.

I said in my heart, forget it, let's go back by myself first!

With this in mind, he got up heavily and began to walk down the hallway.

When I walked to the corner of the stairwell, I subconsciously turned my head to look at Brother Cheng again.

Unexpectedly, Brother Cheng also happened to be looking at me.

However, when I saw his expression, it made me feel cold for a moment.

Brother Cheng was actually laughing......

I thought I had mistaken it, and hurriedly took two steps back, trying to make sure again from a different angle.

However, Brother Cheng's head lowered again and continued to bury his head in his knees.

To be honest, in this situation, I would rather believe that Brother Cheng has been crying all the time, just like some people cry and laugh almost the same way, so that it is impossible to judge.

But at that moment just now, Brother Cheng gave me the feeling that he was really laughing, and the laughter made my whole body chill.

Forget it, maybe Brother Cheng is just crying like he's laughing.

What's more, if it's a laugh, how can it be so bad that you tremble, and you laugh and tremble for an afternoon?

No, I can't dwell on his weird smile anymore because I have so much to deal with!