Chapter 1324: Coming Home
"I flipped through it, and there was so little I could understand, I mean the whole notebook was so incomprehensible." The above records are all about ghost hunters, and if you haven't experienced it yourself, how can you understand it.
Looking at the words on the last page of the notebook, Zhang Meng had a bottom in her heart.
Unless you tell me what the hell is written in this notebook? Otherwise, don't even think about stepping out of the door.
Zhang Meng got the information he wanted, and continued to look at the police with innocent eyes, pretending to be innocent, he would too.
On the other side, Ruan Jincheng came to a room and knocked on the door according to the information searched on the computer.
A man came out to open the door for him.
"Hi there, have you met him?" Ruan Jincheng had already recognized the other party as the husband of a woman surnamed Hu, and handed over a photo of himself and his father.
"Well, I remember him, he came the other day and said he was a journalist."
"Oh yes, huh...... Well, we're going to work together to write a story. Nguyen Kim Thanh climbed up the pole and simply said that he was also a journalist.
"I don't know what kind of report you're going to write, but the questions he asked me reminded me of some bad memories." The man looked a little depressed.
"Well, what questions did he ask you?"
"He's here to ask where my wife is buried now?"
"It's all like that." Ruan Jincheng continued to ask tentatively, "Can you say where it is again?" ”
"What? You want me to say this kind of thing twice? The man was surprised.
"If you don't mind, I want to verify that you know that we reporters are also particular about the truthfulness of our reports. I will give you a certain fee as a consultation fee. "Money makes the devil grind.
"Well, well, I didn't buy a mass grave for my wife, you can see, I don't have much money, otherwise I wouldn't have sold this kind of thing as information to you journalists. I buried her in the back hill on the outskirts near the old house. ”
"Hmm...... So why are you moving? "It's not close to the eastern suburbs.
"The reason is simple, because I don't want to live in the house where my children died."
This reason is indeed human.
"Excuse me, but let me ask you one last time, have you ever remarried?"
The man shook his head and recalled everything in the past: "Impossible, Xiaohu is me, the love of my life, I can't, let someone else replace her." The man said very sincerely, "Xiaohu is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." ”
"So you're happily married." Ruan Jincheng asked directly.
The man stared at Ruan Jincheng for a while, and then said, "Of course. ”
"Okay, thank you for your time, it's your reward." Ruan Jincheng handed over the consultation fee and turned around to leave.
But when he walked to the side of the car, Ruan Jincheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Then have you heard of the female ghost in the white dress?" ”
"What did you say?" The man looked confused.
"The ghost in the white dress or the ghost in white."
"You're talking to me about ghost stories."
"Well, it's actually a phenomenon to discuss with you, a kind of ghost, because people have been bumping into it for hundreds of years, many places, but recently they have appeared here, and each time it's a different woman, you know what I mean, right? But they share a common experience. ”
The man's brow furrowed tighter. Shaking his head, he turned and left: "I don't care about this nonsense. ”
Ruan Jincheng felt that the man was running away, and continued to boldly say the guess in his heart.
"These women were betrayed by their husbands while they were alive, and then in a brief period of insanity, these women killed their children by mistake. And then, once they realize what they're doing wrong? Unable to accept it, they regretted it, and finally chose death, but their souls were cursed, and they wandered the highway and the river every night, and killed unfaithful men as soon as they met them, which is why those men in the city would disappear. ”