When I was relieved, I went back to the house and looked around for clues.

Half an hour later, I found an important clue in the red dress that Mrs. Mu usually liked to wear: there was some yellow powder stained on the corner of the skirt.

I leaned in and sniffed, the pungent smell of sulfur.

Hell is a hot and fiery place, where flowing lava is a river, and yellow sulfur is a mountain, and demons live in hell and naturally carry sulfur, and some of this is left behind where they appear.

That female ghost is not a terrible ghost wandering the world, she is from hell.

What prompted her to come to the world to harm people?

Wandering ghosts generally only linger in and around the place where they died, unless they attach themselves to something they were alive and use this to transfer - so in most places there is a custom of burning the clothes of the deceased.

Mrs. Mu had been targeted by female ghosts a few days before she was killed, and if it hadn't been for my presence that night, Mrs. Mu might have been strangled to death.

The female ghost must have been resentful of me, so she directly used me on the night of the crime, killed Mrs. Mu and gave me a color.

If Mrs. Mu has a grudge against the female ghost, and I hinder her from making her unhappy, what about the secretary Jasmine and the little nanny?

This female ghost is so cruel and ruthless that she kills innocents indiscriminately, and if she hadn't been caught earlier, she might have caused trouble everywhere.

However, it is not easy to catch a female ghost who can only run around, where will she be now?

Just as I was worried, my phone rang.

Afraid that someone would hear the movement in the house, I hurriedly answered the phone.

"My dear, a man went upstairs and said he was going to the scene of the crime, and you better come out quickly." Without waiting for me to speak, Si Yufan, who was on the other end of the phone, said hurriedly.

Belch?

What a heel.

I couldn't help but complain, but I didn't dare to leave the house sluggishly.

I had just gotten out of the cordon and closed the door when I heard the elevator door clang, and the elevator door opened.

I quickly distanced myself from the room, and I didn't have time to find a place to hide, so I had to lower the brim of my hat and pretend to be casual and walk to the elevator.

Cautiously leaning forward, a tall and handsome man in black stepped out of the elevator and walked towards me with graceful steps.

And he was followed by a security guard in the community, curiously asking: "Mr. Mo, isn't this case closed?" Why do you want to watch the scene again? ”

The man's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the guard's words, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and when our eyes collided, I was as timid as a rabbit about to be captured, and I lowered my eyes in a hurry, and walked forward.

He didn't answer, and the security guard looked so embarrassed that he shut up and didn't dare to say anything.

We were close, and the inexplicable intimidation of the man made me feel pressured.

I swallowed my sour saliva and tried to walk past him calmly.

At that moment, I felt his gaze looking back, and I was so nervous that my liver was thumping, and instinct pushed me on.

I pricked up my ears to the footsteps behind me, and we gradually distanced ourselves, but for a few seconds the man's pace slowed significantly, and I could still feel his attention until I slammed into the elevator.

The elevator was staying on this floor, and I slammed the door shut, quickly slipped in, and then closed the door.

It wasn't until the elevator took me downstairs that I exhaled.

That man named Mr. Mo could go to the scene of the crime so justifiably, he was from the police?

I have the same question in my mind as the security guard, I am already a 'dead man', after the psychiatric hospital handed me the death report, what did the court or the police find out and re-file the case?

If that's really the case, that's great.