Ning Shu saw the red rope around Fan Junyang's neck, and she also saw it on Xiaolan's neck before.

After thinking about it, I thought it was a coincidence, and I didn't see the pendant, which doesn't mean that the two people are related.

Fan Junyang wiped his face, and couldn't bear to look at the corpse that fell to the ground, his face being deeply slashed by an axe.

"I want to get out of here, I don't want to stay here." Fan Junyang's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

Everyone else had a panicked face, and when they saw the members of the club dying one by one, and the way they died was very cruel, they couldn't help but curse.

"Why did I come to this place of the hell?"

"I'm scared, I'm going home......"

"He. . . Mother. ......"

"Who the hell is it, is it a human or a ghost?"

The atmosphere of fear and anxiety makes people doubt the people around them through breathlessness, like a frightened bird.

"Fan Junyang, you brought us here, Lao Tzu is going home now, go home." A boy grabbed some of Fan Junyang's collar and slammed his fist on Fan Junyang's face.

Fan Junyang fell to the ground, blood foamed from the corners of his mouth, he didn't backhand, he sat on the ground and pulled his hair a little collapsed.

The boy still wanted to hit Fan Junyang, but was stopped by the others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it's useless to kill him now." ”

The boy named Wang Jie sneered, "Maybe he is the murderer, and everyone is safe when he kills him." ”

The uncle was squatting to inspect the corpse of the enemy who had killed him, and at once pulled out the axe on the door of the corpse, stood up, holding the bloody axe in his hand, "What's the trouble?" ”

"Get out of the hall and stay well, whoever dares to step out will be unkind to him."

The uncle squinted slightly and looked at Wang Jie, and Wang Jie immediately lowered his head when he looked at the uncle.

"Drag the body to the yard." The uncle said lightly, turned around and went downstairs.

Everyone else followed behind the uncle.

795 looked at the corpse on the ground, let out a long sigh, and moved the corpse downstairs.

"I'll help you." Wang Jie said.

"Okay." 795 and Wang Jie moved the body down.

Ning Shu followed behind the two, the sticky blood of the corpse dripping on the floor, there had been several murders on this floor, and the blood stains on the floor had dried up, forming black and red traces.

There were already several corpses under the snowdrift in the yard, there were 696 Mei Ziqing's, Zhang Jiasen's, two girls, and Pan Chen, a girl whose eyes were pierced, a boy whose body was sawn in half, a girl who was hacked to death by an axe, and a girl who had her heart pulled out and thrown in the toilet.

Ten people died in such a short period of time.

"Do you think someone is faked to death, and we are still digging up the corpse?" Ning Shu said towards 795.

These bodies are buried under the snow, and it is not known if the bodies are not there?

795 thought for a moment, took a shovel and hoe, and handed it to Ning Shu, "Then let's dig and dig." ”

"Come on, her hand hurts." Wang Jie took the shovel and said.

795 glanced at Ning Shu's hand wrapped in gauze, didn't say anything, and began to dig up the body with Wang Jie.

Ning Shu stared at Wang Jie, this person basically has no sense of existence, this will be so positive, it always gives Ning Shu a rather weird feeling.

795 and Wang Jie dug up a corpse, which had frozen stiff, but the internal organs were still beginning to rot, and there was a strange smell.

Ning Shu checked the corpses for red ropes around their necks.

The girl wears jewelry such as a necklace around her neck, and there is no red rope.

One is a girl from the countryside and the president of a university club, both of whom carry red ropes, and they are probably related.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, look into it.

However, Ning Shu still found that a corpse was missing, and Pan Chen, who was beautiful and gentle, was gone.

Pan Chen hit the threshold with the back of his head, causing brain death, but now the body is gone.

"One less." 795 touched his chin, "Even if he is not the murderer, he has something to do with the murderer." ”

Wang Jie said: "Who took his body, or is he not dead at all, and where is he hiding now?" ”

Ning Shu looked at Wang Jie, so positive?

Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?" ”

What's the matter with you?

Ning Shu grinned, didn't speak, turned around and went back to the hall, dusted off the snow on his body in front of the door, walked in and said to the uncle, "Pan Chen's body is gone." ”

The uncle just squinted his eyes, and when the others heard the news, they whispered, "Could it be that Pan Chen is the murderer?" ”

"Isn't Pan Chen dead?"

“……”

"Stay in the hall and don't go out." The uncle said indifferently.

The weather has begun to darken, and everyone's stomachs are so hungry that they have no place to do it, so they sit directly on the ground, and the sound of hunger comes and goes.

The hall was silent, and everyone sat back to back, with their faces languished, frightened and frightened, hungry and tired.

Ning Shu had eaten Bigu Dan, but he didn't feel hungry, plus he had cultivated a little strength, and his physical condition was fine, but the injuries on his hands were very itchy.

Wang Jie and 795 reburied the corpse in the snow and brought a chill into the house.

The old woman and Xiaolan made dinner for everyone, and now there is less dinner, and the black-flour steamed buns are smaller than before, just mix them with a bowl of boiling water and eat them.

Everyone chewed slowly, for fear that they would finish eating it at once, and they would eat one meal a day, and it was still such a small steamed bun.

795 nibbled on steamed buns carelessly, and he was not hungry for half a month after eating Bigu Dan, and he really couldn't eat dead gnocchi.

"Here you go." Wang Jie tore half of the black-faced steamed buns and gave them to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu's face was inexplicable, and he had nothing to offer, either treacherous or thief.

"Thanks, no." Ning Shu refused directly, I don't know you at all.

"Sneer......" The uncle squinted, with a hint of mockery on his expression, I don't know if it was Ning Shu or Wang Jie.

When Wang Jie saw that his uncle was looking at him, he didn't insist on giving Ning Shu steamed buns, and ate with his head down.

The old woman carried the brazier to the hall again, it was still incense sticks, and the room was a little warmer, exuding a faint fragrance.

The old woman leaned on her body and said with a cane: "When will you be able to leave, there is no food at home." ”

As the leader of the team, Fan Junyang naturally wanted to come out to solve the problem, and said helplessly: "Old man, can you go to another house to buy some food, and we will give you as much as you want." ”

"How much food can we have in this poor place, it would be good to survive this winter, there is no surplus food at all." The old woman shook her head and said.

The old woman's expression was very bad, and her eyes were very unkind, as if everyone in this room was eating white food.

"Alas, take us in for two more days, and we'll leave as soon as the snow stops." Fan Junyang gritted his teeth and said, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention so many of us." ”