"You're not going to take that knife with you?" Seeing that I was packing up and preparing to go out, Si Yufan pointed to the angel blade that I had placed on the table.

"No, the knife is too sharp, and if nothing else, it's a dangerous thing for the bearer."

I went downstairs, and Si Yufan followed downstairs, and the car was already waiting outside the door.

"What are you going to do?" Before getting into the car, I grabbed Si Yufan, who was also going to get in the car.

"I'm going with you."

"Excuse me, I'll do it myself." He's like a butt, even if something happens between us, it's not that close.

“……”

"That's all." I didn't give him a chance to talk back, got into the car and snapped the door.

"Go downtown." I said to David in the driver's seat.

The car started and carried me slowly through the large garden.

"Isn't it too pitiful to leave the young master like that?" David looked at Si Yufan, who was standing in front of the house and watching me, through the car mirror, and couldn't help but say.

I tilted my little face to the side, pretending not to hear.

… I found out that there was a female ghost haunting Mrs. Mu, so I suggested that she move out of the villa, and then I was fired by Mr. Mu. I was not familiar with Mrs. Mu's apartment in the city center, and I went there for the first time when I received a call from her on the night of the crime.

After the murder, the security of this high-end apartment has been significantly strengthened.

For fear of being recognized, I dressed up a little before I mixed up with a few owners who rushed home for dinner after work.

Although the case has been closed, there is still a cordon in front of the apartment, and it is obvious that Mr. Mu has not been here again afterwards.

I walked to the door of the house, and after checking left and right to make sure that there was no one, I took out a peach branch from my bag, and then quickly pressed the electronic lock code next to the door - before moving here, Mrs. Mu told me about the situation of this house, she trusted and relied on me very much at that time, but unfortunately I could not accompany her to come and live.

The door creaked open, and I stooped over the cordon, slipped inside, and closed the door.

It was dark inside, and I could vaguely discern the furnishings by the faint light from outside, and even with the windows open, I could still smell a faint smell of blood.

I paid attention to the temperature in the house, and quickly looked around, and there was not a single ghost in the big room except me.

My grip on the peach branch relaxed slightly, and then I took out my flashlight to check the situation.

The room was not cleaned, there were dark blood stains everywhere, and in the center of the living room the police had chalked the posture of one of the injured people when he died, I remember it was the secretary Jasmine, who was lying here, her right hand was cut off, and only a shallow layer of flesh remained, which was tragically overlapped with the upper part of the arm.

It is not difficult to imagine that when she was attacked, she instinctively tried to block the knife that had been slashed down with her arm, but in the end she did not escape death.

Two messy trails of bloody footprints stretched from the living room to the dining room, and the glass wall was still covered with large blood stains, and the little nanny collapsed under the corner of the glass wall like a ball of soft flesh.

I don't remember what happened at all, but the ending was horrific and bloody, and looking back on it, I still have a heart beat and I can't breathe.

I swallowed my sour saliva, tried to regulate my mind, and kept walking.

Two strings of footprints reached the glass wall and it became one, and it went around the meal and fled to the kitchen, which was a mess, and I found some unmelted grains of salt.

It was Mrs. Mu, she knew what wanted her life, she fought back, apparently the female ghost was too strong, and she finally died tragically on the kitchen counter: the police showed me a photo of her when she died, Mrs. Mu was pressed on the chopping board, her whole head was cut off, and her head was in a different place.

The bloody image came to my mind, and my whole body trembled.

How deep is that female ghost's resentment, so cruel that it is?

I exited the kitchen and ran to the balcony to get some fresh air to calm myself down.