"Drink some water. I'll ask you later, you take it slowly. Mao Daxin handed Jiang Qiao a cup of hot tea, seeing that she was still shivering, and intimately draped his clothes on her shoulders.

"Little Joe, little Joe." Jiang's mother rushed over, and as soon as she entered the office, she saw Jiang Qiao's pale face, shrunk in the large office chair, motionless. She was distressed and anxious, and asked, "What's the matter, didn't you make an appointment for dinner, who jumped off the building?" What is the relationship with Little Joe? ”

"Auntie, no, Jiang Qiao was an eyewitness, so we brought her back to ask about something." Mao Daxin hurriedly explained.

Jiang's mother breathed a sigh of relief. The hairy Daxin received a notice and took Jiang Qiao into an empty room for questioning.

"You... You know the woman who jumped off the building, why did you tell her Qin Shumo, she knows Qin Shumo? Also, like last time, she also said something about the ten-year period, you know what it means? Mao Daxin asked solemnly.

Jiang Qiao still didn't say a word, since the woman jumped downstairs, she didn't say a word, she kept trembling, as if she was greatly stimulated.

"Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao, are you okay, what's wrong with you?" Mao Daxin asked worriedly. , today's Jiang Qiao is too abnormal.

Jiang Qiao finally moved, but only her eyes moved, and she stared at a corner of the room, her eyes full of fear. Mao Daxin was a little strange, and when she looked into her eyes, the corner was empty, only a brown old stain on the wall.

"Has anyone died in this room?" Jiang Qiao finally spoke, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a headless sentence popped out.

"Huh? Just kidding, we're a police station, how can there be dead people, what do you say. Mao Daxin's heart was a little hairy, just now when Jiang Qiao was talking, his eyes were still staring at that corner, like there was something in that corner that he couldn't see.

Isn't Jiang Li the only one who has this kind of ability to see the hell, what's wrong with Jiang Qiao today?

"The one who died was an uncle in his forties and fifties, wearing a white sweatshirt and black velvet pants, he felt that he had been wronged, he was beaten into a confession, and then he committed suicide by hitting the wall, right in this room, right?" Jiang Qiao continued to ask.

"Huh? I... I don't know, I... I really want to hear my predecessors say, there used to be a farmer who was wrongfully murdered, that kind of person honestly thought he was going to prison, so he hit the wall and committed suicide... Hey, how do you know he's hitting the wall? Mao Daxin looked at her in surprise.

Jiang Qiao stared at the man in the corner, he had already been killed twice in front of her, each time blood was splashed, and Bai Huahua's brain could be seen tumbling in the cracked skull. Due to the impact so badly, his cervical vertebrae had been broken, and he could only hold his head with both hands and cry.

Jiang Qiao looked at the non-existent blood droplets on Mao Daxin's face, and hugged his head in collapse, what was wrong with him, since he came out of that strange psychic master, he had become very strange, could it be related to the red butterfly?

"Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao, are you okay?" Mao Daxin was startled when he saw Jiang Qiao suddenly hugging his head in pain, and secretly wondered if he was looking for a doctor.

"I'm fine, let's finish the conversation quickly, I don't want to stay in this place for a minute. What did you just ask me? Oh, I don't know the woman who jumped off the building, but she wears the same clothes as the woman who committed suicide before, I guess they are related, and that woman has a picture of Qin Shumo on her, so I'll give it a try. I didn't expect her to actually react. I don't understand what she said for ten years, but I know that Qin Shumo is going to get married, and I don't know if these two suicides have anything to do with his marriage, you can check his love history. Although he says he doesn't know the woman who committed suicide before, you can still check to see if he is related to the woman today. Oh, and also, his fiancée is called Lin Qianqian, if it is an emotional entanglement, she may also be in danger, you better send someone to guard her. It's okay, it's okay, I'll go first. ”

Jiang Qiao finished a long sentence in one breath, stood up and wanted to leave, she really didn't want to see the uncle with a broken skull hitting the wall again.

Mao Daxin hurriedly stopped her and asked, "How do you know so much, you still know the name of Qin Shumo's fiancée?" ”

Jiang Qiao pulled the door and said, "Their family asked Jiang to leave, saying that there were ghosts haunting Qin Shumo, but it has been confirmed that it is a farce." As she stepped out of the door, she seemed to remember something, hesitated and said, "I know it's a suicide case, but can you check the connection between these two women, they may know each other." Moreover, they may have killed themselves ... ”

"Huh?" Mao Daxin looked dazed.

"Eat more, why is your face so bad?" Mother Jiang worriedly sandwiched a piece of fish and put it in Jiang Qiao's bowl. But he didn't expect Jiang Qiao to push the bowl far away, and he looked frightened. The people around looked at their table, and the restaurant owner came over with an ugly face to ask if there was anything wrong with his own food, and Jiang's mother quickly shook her head and apologized.

Jiang Qiao could not care about the eyes of the people around her, in her eyes, there was a dead fish with open skin and flesh on the table in front of her staring at her with blood-red eyes, revealing that the body of the fish bones was full of green carrion, and in the bowl next to her, a dead goat's head was staring at her with only the whites of his eyes, and there was still breath in his nose, and his tongue in his slightly open mouth was already black, and black water was gurgling out.

"Mom, we... We... Jiang Qiao turned his head, and was about to ask Jiang's mother to leave, but saw a white-faced female ghost on the next table bending over, holding her head greedily smelling the heat of the food on the table, and her long hair fluttering vertically brushed the face of a child next to the table from time to time, causing him to sneeze.

"Ah~ah~wow-wow~ah~ Mom, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it, wow, how can this be, I can't stand it." Jiang Qiao finally couldn't help crying aggrievedly.

The noisy hotel instantly quieted down, everyone looked at the girl who suddenly collapsed and cried, the owner of the hotel was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he sent someone to vacate a private box, so that he could ask Jiang Qiao, who was crying a lot, to move to the box. The hall was finally bustling again.

"Don't cry, Nannan, your mother wants to cry too." Mother Jiang gently touched her hair and carefully wiped away her tears.

After crying for a while, Jiang Qiao stopped her tears, she stood up, and was about to tidy up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall, when she suddenly shouted in horror: Mom, Mom, come quickly, look at me, what do you see on my face? ”

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