Ten minutes before Ayu opened the door.

Jiang Qiao stood in the empty room, although her eyes were blurry, but she knew that she was a step late, and the owner of the house was no longer there. She squatted down, hugged the wailing Cha Cha, and said, "I'm sorry, Cha Cha, it's late, we're late." Can you find her? ”

"Jiang Qiao?" Mao Daxin also rushed to the door. "How did you get in, people?"

"It's gone, the door wasn't locked when I came, and the people were gone." Jiang Qiao replied. She turned her head to look at Mao Daxin, but saw a vague shadow standing at the door waving to her.

"I see if there's anything useful." Mao Daxin anxiously entered the house to check, but found that the bedroom door had been knocked by a hard object, and then the door was opened with a key.

"If the victim is hiding in the house, how can the murderer have the key to open the door?" Mao Daxin was puzzled.

"He has been lurking in this house for a long time before this, not to mention the key, he probably knows how many underwear this girl has." Jiang Qiao replied that in her dreams, she saw the murderer doing hygiene and cooking at home more than once, as if she regarded this place as her home.

"There was no blood in the bedroom, no bodies, no signs of a fight, maybe the person wasn't dead." Mao Daxin's voice came from the bedroom.

However, Jiang Qiao didn't pay attention, the blurred shadow in her eyes became clearer and clearer, she could see clearly that this was also the appearance of a young woman, but she looked more fashionably dressed, and her head was empty, looking like a trace of being hit by a hard object before her death.

Jiang Qiao rubbed her eyes in disbelief, everything around her was still so blurry, only the fashionable female ghost was very clear, her face was sad, she stood outside the iron door, and pointed to another iron door with her left hand.

"Huh? What do you mean? Jiang Qiao was about to speak, but she didn't expect her pants to shake, and she looked down to see that a strange puppy was biting her pants.

"Huh? Who are you? Jiang Qiao asked strangely.

"It's not Chacha, what are you talking about?" Mao Daxin came out of the bedroom and saw Jiang Qiao talking to Chacha who was biting her pants, looking at her as if she couldn't recognize Chacha, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Cha Cha?" Jiang Qiao heard Mao Daxin's words, and came closer to see it clearly, the puppy in front of him was very clear, but it was definitely not Chacha. A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, this is not the appearance of the puppy in the photo.

Isn't Cha Cha reincarnated, how can she still be like that?

Without waiting for Jiang Qiao to react, Cha Cha pulled her pants and walked to the balcony, Jiang Qiao couldn't resist it, so she had to be pulled forward by it, and finally stopped in front of the side wall of the balcony.

Cha Cha barked softly at the wall.

Jiang Qiao panicked for a while, and hurriedly called Mao Daxin over, pointed to the wall and said, "Chacha probably smelled something, and kept calling here." Go and see if there are any corpses here. ”

Mao Daxin glanced at the broken cabinet on the wall, and was also a little scared. But he still slammed the cabinet door open, and it was empty, and there was nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Scared me to death, no, there was no body in it." ”

Jiang Qiao glanced at the puppy who was still staring at the cabinet, and thought about it, could it be that it was not looking at the cabinet but the wall, and said, "Move the cabinet away and take a look." ”

"Huh? This cabinet looks pretty heavy. Hey? So light? Mao Daxin used all his strength to lift it, but he didn't expect the cabinet to be unexpectedly light, and he stumbled and almost flashed his waist.

A door appeared behind the cabinet.

Jiang Qiao suddenly understood, she always saw the man in black entering the house from the balcony in her dreams, and it turned out that he had come in through this door. She turned to Mao Daxin and said, "The murderer is next door." ”

Ayu's living room.

"Then you go in, just don't rummage through the things in the bedroom." Ayu said with a smile.

"Thank you." Jiang Qiao groped his way into the bedroom with his hands in front of him.

Ayou gently closed the bedroom door, and the girl in front of her didn't seem to notice it, but lowered her head and groped for the puppy, which looked very small, and was squatting in front of a two-meter-tall sculpture.

His scalp was numb, why did this dog sit here? He glanced at his collection, then at Jiang Qiao, who was groping and walking, and then relieved himself.

"It's a nice sculpture. What is it carved? Jiang Qiao finally touched Cha Cha, held it in his arms, and asked curiously.

"Hehe, I made it myself, this sculpture has no name." Ayu laughed.

"Ah, let's call it an empty tenant then."

Ayou looked at the sculpture in distraction, and suddenly found that the girl in front of him had turned around and looked at him with a smile at some point, I don't know if it was his illusion, the translucent membrane on the girl's eyes seemed to have disappeared. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted and asked, "Empty tenant." ”

"That's right. It didn't belong here, and it always sneaked in when the owner of the house was not at home and the house was empty. But even if he is a guest, he still wants to occupy the house and become the owner of the house. The name is quite suitable for him. Jiang Qiao said quietly.

"But a guest is a guest, and he will never be the master of this house." Jiang Qiao looked at him straight, and suddenly pushed with both hands, and the sculpture fell to the ground in response, and the plaster shattered to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Ayou shouted and was about to pounce.

Unexpectedly, a young man suddenly rushed out, and a grappler pressed him against the wall, unable to move.

"Jiang Qiao... There are no bodies in the sculptures, huh? Mao Daxin looked at the sculpture that had cracked the mouth of the song because of the impact, and said anxiously.

The sculpture was hollow, there was nothing.

"Of course not, here."

Jiang Qiao touched the wall, and then tore it hard, and the white wallpaper was torn out of a big hole, revealing a hole in the black.

The cave revealed the face of a frightened woman, who was staring straight out with wide eyes, her face wrapped tightly in plastic wrap, and it seemed that she was no longer breathing.

"Damn, you beast, damn, Jiang Qiao, we're late. Depend on! Mao Daxin was so angry that he wanted to kill the murderer on the spot.

"Hahaha, hahaha, you're too late, I'm the master, haha." Ayou ignored Mao Daxin's gritted teeth and leaned back with a smile.

Jiang Qiao didn't speak, but continued to tear the wallpaper, and soon the whole corpse that was wrapped like a mummy was revealed. It looks like he's been dead for a while, and the skin wrapped in plastic wrap is already yellow, and there is still liquid flowing on the plastic wrap, giving off a foul smell.

"This is the owner of this house, and the woman next door is here." Jiang Qiao shook the corpse, and the corpse fell heavily to the ground, revealing Lin Shuyi, who was tightly tied up behind him.

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