The restaurant was pitch black, and the man waved a wooden stick and shouted, "Who? Come out! It's too much to make such a joke! ”

"Gurgle... Hee-hee-hee-hee..."The laughter rang out again, one moment behind him, one moment on the left, and one moment to the right.

"Come out! Come out! The man wheeled the stick, his eyes widened out, and cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey... Do you really want me to come out? The woman's laughter suddenly changed to a man's voice, and he asked grimly.

"Yes, you come out for me, what kind of hero are you pretending to be a ghost?" The man gasped and looked around vigilantly.

"Hahaha... Giggles... Then look behind you! The man's laughter changed to a woman's laughter, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman when she spoke.

The man immediately turned around and looked behind him, only to see a miserable white face sneering and pounced on him.

"Ahh The man was frightened and stepped back again and again, and the wooden stick kept waving in front of him, but it didn't hit anything, just made a "whirring" sound.

"Truly... Is that scary? The ugly voice sounded behind him again. The man sharply turned around and pulled out the wooden stick, only to see a colorless woman's face, glaring at him with blood and tears in her eyes, keeping a distance from him. The man took five or six steps back in a row, and knocked over a round table with a bang.

"Give me my life!" The woman screamed, spurting a stream of blood from her mouth and pounced on the man with her teeth and claws.

"Ahh No! No! I was wrong! The man completely lost the courage to throw down the wooden stick and turn around and run, but he tripped over the overturned table and chair and fell to the ground, and the man did not dare to stay for a moment, and rolled and crawled on the ground. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands grabbed the man's neck, and the man broke the hand that was holding his neck, and at the same time struggled to flip his body.

A wrinkled old lady had a wrinkled smile on her face, and her dry hands were pinching his neck, and the strength of her hands was greater than that of a young man. The man felt that his breathing was getting harder and harder, and just as he was about to suffocate, he suddenly saw the old lady's eyeballs fall out of their sockets and fall back into his mouth and get stuck in his throat. The man's struggling hands drooped weakly, his legs stretched softly, and his widening eyes gradually lost their color. Everything was calm again, crashing over

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The tables and chairs had been set up, and the lights in the dining room had come on, but there was not a single living person, only the body of a man who had lost his body temperature lying under the table.

"Ahh There was an exclamation from the dining room, and a girl ran from the dining room into the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Do you want to scare people to death in the morning? A chef in his 30s glared at the girl in displeasure.

"Food, restaurant!" The girl pointed out in horror.

"What's wrong? Dead? The chef scoffed and continued to pack up his usual tools.

"Yes, yes!" The girl nodded vigorously.

"Really?" The chef asked, turning his head again at the girl who had walked in.

"Hmmm! Well! The girl clasped her hands into fists and nodded again.

"Let's go, I'll take a look!" The chef put down his tools and strode to the dining room. Hmph, if you lie to me, don't blame me for turning my face, don't do whatever you want because you have a beautiful face and get the favor of the manager.

The girl timidly followed the chef and stopped when she reached the door of the restaurant. Fearfully looking at one of the tables in the dining room.

"Where?" The cook asked, glaring at the girl.

"There!" The girl pointed to the table with the rag.

The cook followed the girl's gaze, then strode to the table, and when he walked to the round table, he did not see the body, so he turned his head and glared at the girl in an unkind tone and asked, "Where?" ”

"Table, under the table!" The girl closed her eyes and twisted her head to the side, and the horrified face came to mind again.

The cook lifted the tablecloth and stared at him with a bloodless face. "Mom!" The chef sat on the ground with his back in fright, and then ran to the kitchen door, and after a while, the manager came, and the other waiters and chefs also gathered in the restaurant.

"Who called the police?" Zhang Qiqi, Li Chaonan, and Liu Yang appeared at the door of the restaurant, looking at a group of people and asked.

"It's me!" The manager stepped out of the crowd and replied with a sad face. There is also a banquet today, and something like this happened, so how can I tell my customers? Not to mention that you have to lose money if you refund the deposit.

"Where is the body?

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Village? Who was the first to find the body? Li Chaonan looked at the manager and asked.

"The body was under the table, and the first one to be found was the waiter in our restaurant!" The manager turned to look at the girl standing in the crowd, who quickly stepped out of the crowd.

"When did you find the body?" Li Chaonan looked at the girl and asked. Zhang Qiqi and Liu Yang walked to the round table that the manager was referring to.

"I found it after I went to work this morning, and it seemed to be 9 o'clock at that time!" The girl looked at Li Chaonan and replied.

"How did you find the body?" Li Chaonan asked again.

"Because our restaurant is a restaurant for banquets, there is a banquet at noon today, I thought about cleaning up early, and then I started to wipe the table, and when I wiped the table, I kicked something on my feet, and it was definitely not a table leg, so I picked up the tablecloth and took a look, but I didn't expect to almost scare myself to death!" The girl glanced at the table with apprehension and quickly turned her head.

"Okay, I see, none of you should leave the restaurant, because every one of you is suspicious without knowing the cause of death and who the murderer is!" Li Chaonan explained and walked to the restaurant.

The corpse had a finger-thick rope around its neck, and the rope was held in both hands, and it looked like a man strangled himself with a rope.

"From the facial expression, it doesn't look like it's suffocated to death, and a person can't strangle himself or strangle himself!" Zhang Xingqi looked at the corpse and analyzed, and after speaking, he looked up at the ceiling, the ceiling was undamaged and there was no trace of a rope.

"Team Zhang, have you noticed that his death looks very similar to the deceased we solved the haunted case before!" Liu Yang looked at Zhang Qi.

"Yes, it's scared to death!" Zhang Xing put on gloves and lifted the rope around the deceased's neck, only to see a dark purple strangulation mark on the deceased's neck. "No, it's obviously scared to death, but this strangulation mark shows that the deceased was strangled to death!"

"Could it be that after scaring others to death, they strangled their necks with ropes to create the illusion of being strangled to death?" Li Chaonan squatted down and looked at the deceased and said.

"It should be like this, alright, start collecting evidence!" ......

(Yell three times: Ask for a recommendation!) Collect! Ask for a commuter pass! ）

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