Shi Chunyang's house is very tidy, especially in terms of hygiene, the cleaning is very clean, the floor is light, and there is not even a dirty mark.

I thought that a middle-aged uncle had encountered something like his wife running away with someone else, even if he pretended to be the same to outsiders, his private life would be very decadent, and the result was unexpected.

I don't know if there are some minor problems with cleanliness in my life when I study medicine.

Shi Chunyang went to get the first aid kit, and Gong Qiumei sat down on the sofa.

When she was a child, she often came to play, and after she was able to be independent in junior high school, she came less often.

I don't know why, since I entered this house, my heart has been heavy and uncomfortable.

Her gaze circled around the room and landed on a red massage chair.

This massage chair is placed in a strange position, next to the bathroom, as if a piece of space is deliberately vacated to place this chair.

It's weird compared to other slightly crowded environments.

"Do you like it?"

The sudden voice startled Gong Qiumei.

She tilted her head, and Shi Chunyang didn't know what to do.

The distance between the two men was a little close, and she moved uncomfortably, her eyes just passing over his unshoed instep.

Seeing that she didn't make a sound, Shi Chunyang pointed to the massage chair and asked again: "Do you like it?" ”

Gong Qiumei nodded casually, embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

The feeling of depression was getting stronger and stronger, and she didn't even want to stay here any longer.

Shi Chunyang put the first-aid kit on the coffee table, suddenly pulled her up, and walked in the direction of the massage chair.

Gong Qiumei shook her hand and shouted in shock: "Shi ...... Uncle, what are you doing? ”

Shi Chunyang's hand was like an iron brand, and he couldn't break free.

"Don't be afraid." He patted the back of her hand and said gently, "Didn't you just say you liked it?" If you like it, come and sit for a while. ”

"You let go, let go." Gong Qiumei was frightened and frightened, and kept struggling.

Seeing that she reacted so much, Shi Chunyang let go of his hand and said regretfully: "I thought you would want to sit down, but it's a pity ......"

It's a pity that nothing was said later.

Gong Qiumei was freed and immediately ran out of his house as if she were running away.

When I got home and leaned against the door, the oppressive feeling disappeared.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of Shi Chunyang's strange behavior just now, and secretly scolded a neuropath.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Gong Qiumei, who had just relaxed, tensed her nerves again, and before she could speak, Gong's mother's voice came.

"Who?"

With relatives there, Gong Qiumei's courage was also a little bigger, and she replied in a loud voice: "Mom, I came back from work and quarreled with you?" ”

In the dim light, Gong's mother bent her back slightly, and walked out with a pair of old slippers.

Seeing Gong Qiumei, Gong's mother's cloudy eyes swelled with concern: "Meimei, are you hungry?" Mom gave you the next note. ”

Before Gong Qiumei could refuse, the knock on the door that had just stopped rang again.

"Who's knocking on the door so late." Mother Gong muttered and was about to open the door, but was pulled by Gong Qiumei. "Mom, don't open the door."

The two stood close, and the light bulb was above their heads, and the light was sufficient, and Gong's mother only found that her daughter was pale.

She couldn't help but ask eagerly: "What's wrong Meimei, is someone in the company bullying you?" ”

Gong Qiumei shook her head, how can she say it if she has no nose or eyes, if it reaches other people's ears, her mother should be pointed at.

The old door of more than ten years has not been very well soundproofed, and Shi Chunyang's voice came in clearly.

"Sister Gong, it's my Chunyang."

"Chunyang, it's so late, what's the matter?" Saying that, Mother Gong went to open the door.

Although I am worried about my daughter, there is no rule for people to talk behind closed doors in the neighborhood.

The two families are very close, and no one will guard against Shi Chunyang, seeing that it can't be stopped, Gong Qiumei straightened up and stood behind her mother.

Mother is here, forgive him for not daring to do anything out of the ordinary.

Open the door

Shi Chunyang stood at the door amicably, carrying a fashionable women's bag in his hand.

This bag is familiar to both the mother and daughter of the Gong family.

“...... Qiu Mei, this kid was so anxious that she didn't even drink a sip of water, put down the cold noodles and left, no, I'm sorry, Sister Gong, I'm really sorry to disturb you so late. Shi Chunyang looked apologetic.

During this period, he didn't look at Gong Qiumei, and he didn't even have an afterglow, as if there was no such person.

......

Yu Mei entered Shi Chunyang's house, and her eyes kept falling on the corner and never looked away.

This is a world completely different from what Gong Qiumei sees.

Broken limbs, like minced scraps of meat, piled up in the corners,

They are squirming, struggling, trying to merge, trying to piece together......

Hell on earth, that's just it.

Shi Chunyang, this beast!

Yu Mei's second thought was to call the police,

This is clearly a homicide scene.

He turned around and took two steps, then stopped again.

What do you say after calling the police?

said that she is a ghost who can see things that people can't see, Shi Chunyang kills people and breaks corpses at home, you can take him and shoot him.

I'm afraid that before the words are finished, I will be scolded for being neurotic.

Although I don't know what happened to make her appear before Gong Qiumei died, looking at everything in front of her, there is nothing she doesn't understand.

With such a cruel method of committing the crime, Gong Qiumei must have been angry after her death and touched the binding.

Shi Chunyang's next target is Gong Qiumei, so whose pile of minced meat is it?

When people die, they have souls, and since she can see these strange things, it means that the ghost of the victim is still here.

But why can't she feel it?

It stands to reason that the same kind of 'they' will feel a little bit of each other, and besides, this one died so miserably, you must know that the yin and evil qi in her body is the easiest to perceive resentment.

Before entering the house, she couldn't feel it, and when she entered the house, she still didn't feel any traces of the existence of the same kind, which was obviously unreasonable.

Without waiting for her to figure it out, her body was like a kite that others were dragging in her hands, and as soon as the line was closed, she couldn't help but pass through the wall and stop beside Gong Qiumei.

Gong Qiumei's heart was very flustered, how did her uncle, who had been amiable since childhood, become so disgusted, if she hadn't run fast, she might have done something even more disgusting.

Anyway, she made up her mind to stay away from him in the future.

Yu Mei stood at the head of Gong Qiumei's bed, her eyes were very melancholy.

She tried to enter Shi Chunyang's house several times just now, but every time she was about to pass through the wall, it seemed like something was popping out.

If you can't enter Shi Chunyang's house, you can't find out who the person who died in Shi Chunyang's house is.

When was Gong Qiumei killed by Shi Chunyang?

These are all answers that need to be obtained from Shi Chunyang.

Since there was no way to get close to Shi Chunyang, Yu Mei had no choice but to hit Gong Qiumei with her idea.

It was her resentment that touched the binder, in other words, only Gong Qiumei could let her leave the independent space.

Therefore, Gong Qiumei must know her existence.