"But it doesn't matter, you can store the corpses of these two cat babies with me to sell, and if someone makes a suitable bid, I can help you sell them!"

Boss Wen came to a turning point, I naturally wouldn't refuse, knowing that she was selling to me, so I said, "Then trouble you, Boss Wen!" ”

Boss Wen glanced at Lao Jiu and said with a faint smile: "It's not troublesome!" ”

Lao Jiu didn't react, and stood beside me like a fool.

I'm a little speechless, but I can't say anything about feelings.

Boss Wen helped, and I reciprocated the favor by taking the initiative to take out the twenty-one pieces of paper found on the third floor of the underground corpse store, and then pack and send the photos I took.

For those few pieces of paper, Boss Wen didn't care too much, but I thought it was a file photo that was not very important, and Boss Wen attached great importance to it, and after a few glances, he took his leave and left.

"Brother, did you see that car, I bought it, and it cost 200,000 yuan!"

As soon as Boss Wen left, Lao Jiu reverted to his old ways and began to chatter.

"Where did you get the money?" I asked curiously.

After Lao Jiu became a shareholder of Boss Wen's company, he didn't have much money left.

"In the past two days, I took a job, the boss settled the payment in advance, I used the money to buy a car, the boss said, the company will give a car in the future, and you can drive my car when the time comes!" Lao Jiu said with a grin.

"You still buy a fart for your car!"

Knowing that Lao Jiu had good intentions, I still slapped him on the back of the head.

"Hypocrisy!"

Lao Jiu pursed his lips and spit out two words.

"I haven't seen my skills for two days?" I raised my hand to fight, this thing is scolding me for being a slut!

Lao Jiu jumped out with a brisk walk, ran upstairs with a bang, and threw down a sentence, "Brother, I washed and slept, and I was tired for the past two days!" ”

"In addition to eating, you know how to sleep!"

I took out my phone and looked at the pictures of those files, and after looking at a few, I gave up, I really couldn't see the importance of these records.

Putting down the photos, I started working on the papers.

The seven ghost drawings are either exaggerated human faces, or the shops with dark backs shrouded in blood, which make people scratch their heads.

Ten pictures of Beishan Psychiatric Hospital, I looked back and forth, and I couldn't see any clues, ten pictures, almost all of them were sketches, which made people look inexplicable.

For example, one of them depicts a man standing in front of the building of the Kitayama Psychiatric Hospital, looking up.

You can't see any intention in this picture, at least I don't.

There is also a white drawing of the building of the Kitayama Psychiatric Hospital, but on the second floor by the left window, a child's face is blurred.

A few others, mostly so.

In fact, I can almost guess the meaning of it, it is nothing more than saying that there is something wrong with the wards with human faces.

There is a problem, I have no plans to explore the Beishan Psychiatric Hospital at the moment, so I can only temporarily seal these ten pieces of paper.

The four of the sixty-eight are similar in style to the Kitayama Psychiatric Hospital.

One of them, depicting a girls' dormitory, is still in the white style, and the side face of a middle-aged woman is drawn in the mailroom on the first floor.

"Aunt Sheguan!"

When I saw this woman, I immediately had a judgment.

Of the remaining three, one of them is a painting of a playground, and in the middle of the playground, is a gossip pattern.

The other two, one depicts a girl in a red dress, standing on the top of the sports education building looking at the girls' dormitory, and the other depicts a group of women surrounding the window, looking out at something!

"Qiqi, could the corpse you are looking for be in the middle of the playground?"

After reading the four pictures, I asked Qiqi, who was lying next to me and looking at the pictures with me.

"Possibly!" Hu Qiqi gave an ambiguous answer.

"I seem to have seen this picture!"

At this moment, Liu Jing spoke.

My heart moved, and I asked; "Which one?"

Liu Jing almost didn't speak, and every time she spoke, she could give some explosive information.

"This one!"

Liu Jing looked at the seven cards with a strange style, and she picked out one and pushed it in front of me.

This one is relatively normal, and it depicts a shop shrouded in blood.

"Where have you seen it?" I asked.

Liu Jing thought for a moment, took out her mobile phone, operated on it for a while, and then handed it over.

"Ah Qiang's dumpling shop?"

I was stunned for a moment, and what Liu Jing handed over was a distant view of Ah Qiang's dumpling shop taken by a netizen.

It may be the light of the street lamp, but the Ah Qiang dumpling shop in the photo does look like it is shrouded in blood.

I compared the photo with the paper, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the paper was painted with Ah Qiang's dumpling shop.

After watching it for a while, I couldn't help it and decided to do a field trip.

It just so happened that the car keys were on the table, so I picked up the keys and went out with Qiqi.

"Brother, where are you going?"

As soon as the car started, Lao Jiu poked his head out from the second floor and asked curiously.

"Eat dumplings, are you going?" I asked.

"Don't go!"

Lao Jiu replied and shrank back.

Fifteen minutes later, I was across the road, looking at the dumpling shop with the door closed, and the dim light of the street lamp, which looked a little weird, and I felt more and more that this was the shop on paper.