My heart also raised my throat and eyes, but the momentum emanating from Feijing's body at this time was very sharp, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of security.

He looked at me, meaning to get me behind him. Although I am a people's policeman, I should rush ahead of the masses of the people in everything, but first, there are no people here, and second, I also know that now is not the time to be a hero. So of course, I hid behind Feijing, wanting to see what was inside this coffin.

I stepped behind the flying mirror, and he was also stunned. I don't think I would have been so sharp.

The 'creaking' sound continued to be heard from the coffin, which was sharp and piercing and lasted for a long time. The more I listened to it, the cooler it became, and I always felt that this voice was like a Tibetan mastiff scratching the door like Guo Degang's cross talk. Could it be that there is a wolf dog inside, I wondered in my heart.

Feijing said in a deep voice: "This is the sound of human fingernails scratching the plank. ”。

I couldn't make out what the flying mirror was thinking in the back.

Asked, "What do you want, drag that guy out and beat him?" Don't forget, this is someone's house, and the court won't be facing you at that time. My career will be implicated by your actions. ”。

I really admire that I still have the mood to laugh at this time.

Feijing ignored me, and slowly approached the coffin.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

The whole room fell silent, it was extremely quiet. All I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Even though it was daytime, I was so frightened by the strange atmosphere of this room that I could barely breathe.

About ten seconds after the sound stopped, a sudden burst of women's laughter came, followed by a gloomy voice, "Grandma, I'll comb your hair." Grandma, I'll comb your hair ......."

The sound continued, like a repeater. I'm not really scared, because it's daytime. But I always felt like I had heard it somewhere.

Soon, I remembered the story Uncle Wang told me. That crazy Qi Lijuan. Could it be that the person inside is Qi Lijuan back then? I thought it should be possible.

The flying mirror is really bold. I saw that he ignored the strange sound at all, walked straight to the front of the coffin, pressed a hand on the coffin board, and pushed hard, and the coffin lid weighing 100 catties was pushed open by him for 20 centimeters.

Before I could utter the words of adoration, a thin palm suddenly stretched out from the coffin, and grabbed Feijing's wrist in one fell swoop. The speed was so fast that it was almost white, and the palm of the hand had already popped out.

I blurted out the word "be careful."

To my surprise, Feijing not only didn't withdraw his hand, but his left hand also spun quickly, and the wrist that was originally held was freed out, but what surprised me even more was that this kid grabbed the thin palm into his hand with a backhand. Judging by the outstretched fingers of the man he had caught, I had no doubt about the strength of his grasp.

It's wordy, but it only happens in the electric light.

I saw Feijing's big buttocks twisted, and he dragged the master out of the coffin.

What is domineering, it can be seen from Feijing's current performance. It doesn't matter if you're a human or a ghost, I'll pull it out for you. The lid of the coffin was also brought to the ground. It's so powerful, I would never have been able to do it.

I think that Feijing's arm should be able to be called a thousand pounds.

To be honest, everyone I watched from the side was a little excited, if not for anything else, but for the fearless courage of Feijing, as well as the unfathomable skill.

Dragged out of the coffin was a woman in her fifties, perhaps the real age would be older.

The woman looked like she was stupid after being dragged out of the coffin by him. As soon as Feijing let go of her hand, she curled up in the corner and shouted "ghost, ghost" in her mouth.

This is a fucking ghost hunt.

When I looked closely, I realized that this woman was the crazy woman behind the window just now. From the first time we saw her to the time when the flying mirror dragged her out of the coffin, there was definitely no more than ten minutes in between, what was she hiding in the coffin for in such a short time?

The woman still curled herself up in the corner and shivered, muttering something she didn't know what to say.

Feijing jumped onto the dressing table and looked inside the coffin. "There's another one here."

So saying, he jumped into the coffin and bent down, not knowing what he was doing. Because he was so short and the coffin was so big, I couldn't see what was inside.

The flying mirror soon came out, carrying a swaddling cloth in his hand. At this time, the woman suddenly rushed over and snatched the swaddling clothes from Feijing's hand, protected it in her arms, and shrank to the corner of the wall.

Feijing didn't stop me, and when he saw my puzzled eyes, he pulled me aside and whispered, "Inside is the corpse of a baby, which has become a dried corpse." It should be this woman's child. ”。

After hearing this, I looked at the woman, and saw that she was gently holding the baby corpse in her hand and placing it in her arms, the movement was as gentle as an ordinary mother coaxing her child to sleep.

Feijing said, "You watch her here, I'll go to the other room to have a look." After saying that, I didn't care if I agreed or not, and went to another room.

The room was left with only me and the woman, and the body of an infant baby.

I walked to the window and tried to pull the heavy curtain open, but suddenly a voice behind me said, "I said you can't run." ”。

I turned my head abruptly and looked at the woman in the corner. The man just looked down at the corpse of the baby in his arms, and did not make any movement.

Who was talking just now? Could it be that I have already had delusions? I'm not sure the authenticity of the voice just now. Because the sound was so vague, it was like someone had pieced it together with something else.

Shaking his head, he took out a cigarette, and just wanted to light it, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, this room was too closed, and the smell of smoke was afraid that it would not disperse, and the owner of the house would definitely find that someone had been there when he came back.

The cigarette was re-installed, and the curtains were not opened. He sat down in his chair and looked at the woman in the corner. The woman was curled up motionless, and I didn't know what to do.

I tried asking her a few questions, but nothing answered. She is clearly a serious psychopath, and it is simply impossible to know anything from her mouth.

This house is too weird, I don't know if Han Songxia's death is also related to this place, if so, how should I tell the people in the house? Someone raises ghosts to kill people? Then I might be sent to a psychiatric hospital.

It seems that the only way to deal with this matter is to rely on the flying mirror to help deal with this matter.

Thinking wildly, there was the sound of the door opening in the courtyard.

Grass!

I quickly opened the corner of the curtain and looked out, and sure enough, the door was pushed open a crack, and I didn't think much about it before I ran to another room, and I probably glanced at other rooms on the way, and there were one or two coffins in almost every room. At this time, I was not allowed to think too much, and finally met the flying mirror in the sixth room.

Feijing apparently heard the door open, and when he saw me, he whispered, "The ghost keeper is back." Hide first".

I whispered, "You're fucking easy, where to hide." ”。

It's definitely too late in the coffin, and now that the person is in the courtyard, if you open a coffin rashly, there will definitely be a sound, for fear that it will attract the attention of that person.

I ran to the seventh room where the woman was just now, and sure enough, there was a closet with double doors.

Feijing also followed at this time, muttering in a low voice, "Hide in the closet." ”。

It's a good idea, the sound of opening the wardrobe is quieter and won't reach the outside of the yard house. I went over, carefully opened the cabinet door, and suddenly opened my mouth, if it weren't for the flying mirror quickly covering my mouth behind me, I was afraid that I would have screamed.

I saw that the wardrobe was hanging on a piece of human skin.