That morning, the three of them were sitting downstairs in the living room.

On the turned up TV, a program on the rule of law was playing.

The room was quiet, except for the small voice of the host on the television.

Although the eyes of the three of them were staring at the screen all the time, they all had their own thoughts.

The little man in the TV was beating up and down.

The moderator's reaction was strange

It seemed that he was very angry with the offender, and I saw him clenching his fists and hitting the table from time to time, the muscles on his face twisted up and down, and his emotions were quite excited.

Su Quan was sitting on the single sofa, and when he saw this scene, the corners of his mouth were smiling.

I saw him half-arched, and his two eyes were wide.

As the host's emotions burst out, he also stretched out his fist.

Suddenly, he struck the glass coffee table.

At that moment, the two girls beside him were startled.

They looked at Su Quan at the same time, only to see that he was still staring at the TV screen, cracking his mouth and smiling.

The two leaned together, and Wang Jia asked Deng Guihua: "Su Quan, what's wrong......

Deng Guihua shook her head.

Just then, a loud noise came from outside the living room window.

It was a huge trumpet, playing the mourning music of commercial affairs.

This voice was sudden, it seemed to be Lu Wanneng's wife downstairs, and she suddenly turned up the stereo.

But the strangest thing is Su Quan's reflection.

I saw that he stood up all at once.

After looking down at Wang Jia and Deng Guihua, a strange, silk-like sound came out of his mouth.

The voice was almost indistinguishable from the eerie emphasis that had come out of the phone before.

Seeing this scene, the bodies of the two girls couldn't help but lean together again.

"If you don't know, you can't ...... unless you do"

After saying these words, Su Quan suddenly turned around, walked to the door, and opened the door.

When leaving, Su Quan turned around and said to the two girls: "You two, don't you go down and take a look, the dead Lu Wanneng is at your feet, and he is lying just right......"

These words, faintly, carried an indescribable strange feeling in his tone.

Listening to people, a chill rises all over the body.

Deng Guihua felt that something was wrong, and she asked Su Quan:

"How do you know that the person who died downstairs is surnamed Lu?"

Su Quan giggled again.

Then he opened the door and strode down.

Deng Guihua and Wang Jia also followed.

Su Quan's steps were very fast, and when the two girls caught up, he had already come to Lao Lu's house downstairs.

Lao Lu's mourning hall has been furnished for several days.

A woman, dressed in plain clothes and black gauze, sat in the doorway with a blank face.

When she saw Deng Guihua and Wang Jia coming down from upstairs, her expression trembled slightly.

The woman was about to get up, but she saw Su Quan, who was standing in front of the two girls, but suddenly said: "A good house, it's such a mess, do you have eaten in your brain?" ”

This sounds very uncomfortable.

Deng Guihua stepped forward and pulled Su Quan: "Why are you talking to people like this, this is someone else's family, someone in someone's family has died, you can't ......"

Before she could finish her words, Su Quan turned around.

At that moment, Deng Guihua's body suddenly trembled.

When she raised her eyes to look at Su Quan, she only felt that the other party had completely changed into a person, and his eyes seemed to have a thorn in it, shooting straight at her.

"I warn you, in this place, you'd better be nosy!"

Su Quan spit out these words word by word.

Although the sound was not loud, there was a strange chill.

In the corridor where the temperature is not too low, suddenly, there is a refreshing chill.

Deng Guihua suddenly didn't dare to speak.

She took a step back, leaning against the railing of the stairs.

Only then did Su Quan turn around.

He stared at Lao Lu's wife again and said, "You thief who has more than enough success and more than failure, I want to go in and see, what have you made this family look like?" ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Lao Lu's wife to reflect, he strode directly into the mourning hall.

Lao Lu's wife stood at the gate in a daze, her eyes full of horror.

Wang Jia stepped forward and asked her what was wrong.

As soon as his hand touched Lao Lu's wife, he heard her scream.

As soon as her body went limp, she was about to fall backwards.

When Deng Guihua saw it, she stepped forward quickly and helped her.

When Lao Lu's wife calmed down, the two heard her say in a low voice: "Thief mother-in-law, he actually called me thief mother-in-law!?" ”

Hearing this, Deng Guihua felt very guilty.

This old Lu wife is also in her fifties, and it is a great insult to be called a thief by a hairy young man.

This Su is all people he knows, and his shame and self-shame are the same concept.

So she was about to apologize and explain.

But I heard Lao Lu's wife say again: "Thief mother-in-law, it was Lao Lu who called me, I have lived with him for most of my life, he has always called me thief mother-in-law, every time I scold people, he says that I am not enough to succeed and more than to lose!" ”

Hearing this, Deng Guihua was stunned.

Lao Lu ......

She looked at Su Quan, and saw that when the other party strode into Lao Lu's house, the movements and steps seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding environment.

handed over Lao Lu's wife to Wang Jia, and Deng Guihua also followed Su Quan in.

In the living room, Lao Lu's body was lying on the ground.

A mat separated him from the floor.

Lao Lu was wearing a fur coat.

On his head, he was covered with a white cloth.

Above his head, an oil lamp was lit.

The flame is small, but tenacious.

It just burned quietly, unhurriedly, unhurriedly.

And at Lao Lu's feet, there is also such a lamp.

The wick is longer than the one on the top of the head.

The mournful music I heard upstairs just now was coming out of a small speaker next to it, and the sound was much quieter than before.

This kind of music sounds like people are crying.

Therefore, it is very suitable to put it in the mourning hall to mobilize the atmosphere.

Su Quan walked directly to his side, and after circling around him, he looked up at his portrait, and then picked up the photo frame.

Look at the grim smile on his face.

Deng Guihua didn't know what he was going to do, but she felt anxious.

Hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Su Quan, what are you going to do, this is the Lingtai, the dead are great, you can't mess around!" ”

Hearing her say this, Su Quan's bayonet-like gaze immediately stabbed at her again.

"The greater of the dead?"

Su Quan sneered again.

He pushed Deng Guihua to the ground.

Deng Guihua sat on the ground, and the two lumps of meat on the leather drum hurt from the fall.

She groaned twice.

saw that Su Quan also squatted down, he held the portrait of Lao Lu in one hand, and gently uncovered the white cloth covering the corpse's head with the other......