02090808080808 taxi drove all the way to the outskirts of the city, then turned off the road and drove into a deserted clearing. This is clearly not the place where the woman in the car is going.

The driver finally stopped the car and walked out with the open door.

He was not tall, slightly fat, and although he was ugly. But it doesn't look dangerous, like a simple uncle in the neighborhood, but today this uncle is obviously going to show his true face when he was behind. He opened the rear door, unbuckled his belt, and squeezed his chubby body into the car

The process was quick, and in less than a minute the ugly uncle ended his bestiality, but it didn't seem to end there.

He leaned against the car and smoked a cigarette, a wicked smile on his face. The smoke burns out. He got back into the car again and drove back on the road, more than twenty minutes later. He arrived at a building next to the railroad tracks.

The buildings here are only two or three floors, and the buildings are dilapidated. He drove into a small courtyard of his own house, and immediately locked the door. There is a very simple garage in the yard, and there is another mystery in the garage, there is a basement there!

He dragged the woman out of the car, and the woman tried to resist, but in exchange for punches and kicks. Finally, the woman didn't dare to resist any more, so he dragged the woman into the basement, and it wasn't long before he dragged another naked woman out of the basement.

She was apparently dead. Private.

The man dragged the woman's body to the garage, and then he rummaged through the cabinet and found a white dress, which he put over the woman's body, and sat down to admire it. His legs kept shaking, and he seemed to be unable to contain his excitement more and more, and he suddenly pounced on the female corpse, and after ten seconds he was lying there still.

It took him a long time to calm down the almost exploding love affair, and then he got up and straightened his pants, went and pulled out a suitcase, folded it and stuffed it into the suitcase, and then put the suitcase in the car. After a short break, he took an electric drill and drove out again, this time heading straight to the outskirts of the city and stopping at the reservoir bridge.

He dragged his suitcase to the ice, and then he used his drill to drill a large hole in the ice that was just big enough to fit the suitcase in.

I witnessed the whole process, and although I knew that it had already happened, I couldn't help but stop it, but unfortunately my hand passed through it. I couldn't touch them, I could even walk through the walls, all I could reach was the ground and the white tiger that was with me.

After dropping the box, he walked away, while I continued to stand on the ice and stare at the hole.

It's so cold and dark

I understood what she had experienced in her lifetime, why she was resentful, and why she chose a taxi driver. She was just venting her anger, but she couldn't tell which was the real murderer.

A cold wind blew, I couldn't help but shiver for a while, and when I came back to my senses, the sky also brightened, the white tiger disappeared, and I had come out of the previous state similar to "psychic".

The woman in the white dress was still standing in the ice cave, looking at me in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll help you get free, but you have to stay honest during this time, don't come out again!" I said to her in a commanding tone. Because I came out this time, I didn't think about working at all, so I only took some rune paper that I carried with me, and I didn't take any of the other tools to seal ghosts.

The woman didn't respond to me, just stood there and looked at me with a wry look. I didn't have time to think about whether she agreed to my request, because I had another thing to do now, and this time I wasn't going to deal with a ghost, but a person.

I found a few ice cubes and pressed a few glowing ghost charms around the ice cave, and then I turned around and ran back to Brother Onion's car as fast as I could, and urged, "Drive!" There is a low-rise area near the railway, and I know the approximate location, and I can find it if you drive there. "

"I drive?" Brother Onion asked as he glanced at himself.

He had a blanket on him, and he didn't even wear any underwear.

"I'm not going to open a manual transmission! It's still you, first responders, hurry up! I urged again.

"Okay, then you go and put my clothes in the back box first." Brother Onion agreed, and at the same time wrapped the blanket around his body like a robe.

I hurriedly got out of the car, stuffed the frozen clothes he had thrown on the ground into the cargo box, and when I got back to the car, Brother Onion immediately stepped on the accelerator.

Brother Onion quickly found the place according to the route I pointed him out, and there was a three-storey group of low-rise buildings on the edge of the railway, all of which were the same as the ones I had seen when I was "psychic" before. I asked Brother Onion to slow down, and then I looked for a building with a small courtyard built by himself.

We hadn't gone far into the building when I spotted the familiar little courtyard door on my right.

"Stop here!" I patted Brother Onion on the shoulder and shouted.

Brother Onion quickly stopped the car, and I didn't wait for the car to stop and ran straight open. There is a big lock hanging on the nose of the courtyard gate, the courtyard wall is full of glass, I see that the wall is not able to turn over, I don't have the tools to open the lock, there is a stone on the ground not far from the side, I used to take the stone and smashed it on the lock, and I smashed the lock after a few clicks.

There is a garage in the yard, and all of them are the same as I remember, this is the place, and I can't go wrong.

I was about to run to the garage door when the small door next to the garage opened, and an ugly middle-aged man poked his head out of it.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me and asked, but he didn't dare to come out, half of his feet were left in the house.

"Come, you come out, I'll ask you something." I waved at him.

"Why should I listen to you, who are you? Police? The ugly man asked.

"No, I have something else to do." I said with a smile as I walked in front of him.

Suddenly, the ugly man pushed the door and rushed out, and he actually held an iron rod in his other hand hidden behind the door, and at the same time as he rushed out, he held the stick and smashed it on my head.

I knew that this guy was not a good guy, so I had raised my vigilance as he opened the door, and his sudden attack naturally had no effect, and I dodged it as soon as I dodged, and the iron rod slammed on the ground with a clatter.

I reached over and grabbed his wrist with the stick, and with the other hand slashed at him at the Adam's apple.

This time passed, he hiccuped, and then he knelt on the ground and retched on his neck, and the iron rod naturally took off.

I ignored him, and after picking up the iron rod that had fallen on the floor, I went straight to the garage door. The garage had a simple sliding door, and the bottom of the sliding door was also locked with a lock, and I used to pick up an iron rod and smash it on the lock three times.

The lock broke, and I pulled up the sliding door and rushed in to find the entrance to the basement inside. As soon as I opened the door, a woman's frightened cry was heard inside. There was no light in the garage, it was dark in the basement, and I couldn't see where the woman was, but I knew she was alive.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

I yelled into the basement and turned around to find the light switch. What I didn't expect was that the ugly man would recover so quickly, and he was stuck in the garage door, still holding a shock rod in his hand. The blue sparks that burst from the tip of the stun rod crackled and crackled, but the sound alone was enough to threaten me.

"You cough cough, you don't want to go out"

The ugly man glared at me and threatened me, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly rolled white. Brother Onion stood at the garage door with a blanket, holding a brick in his hand, as powerful as the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple.

"What the hell is going on?" Brother Onion asked, tightened the blanket on his body, and then stepped barefoot on the ugly man who had been beaten down.

"Anyway, I should call the police, use my phone." I threw my phone to Brother Onion, and then continued to look for the switch.

I fumbled around the wall for a while and the light came on, and the basement was not very large, with only the most rudimentary household items, and a naked woman curled up in the corner, with iron chains on her feet.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm from the police." I walked over and soothed her as I took off my coat and put it over her. I knew her, and although her face and body were bruised with bruises, I could still be sure that she was the woman I had seen earlier in Lingtong Guò.

It didn't take long for the police to come over and almost arrest Brother Onion as a pervert. However, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved, and the police caught the person who should be arrested and rescued the person who should be rescued, and it was logical to go to the reservoir to find the body.

But before that, Brother Onion and I still went to the Public Security Bureau together. Brother Onion is indeed very familiar with several leaders in the bureau, which also saves a lot of trouble, Brother Onion said that after seeing the car accident that happened on the dangerous bend of the highway outside the city the day before yesterday, he planned to go over to do a magic thing, but he heard the ghost shouting injustice, so he found the murderer along the complaint.

Several leaders believed it and immediately arranged for people to go to the reservoir to find the body. That night, the suitcase containing the body was found, and the deceased was wearing a white dress.

The next day, Brother Onion did a decent ritual for the deceased for free. Although Brother Onion is not a true monk, he has been in the temple for ten years, and he is very clear about when to recite what scriptures and what mantras to recite on what occasions. I didn't speak during the whole ceremony, and the ghost of the woman in the white dress didn't appear, probably by the time the police found her body, she had already gone to the west with a grudge.

Another day, Brother Onion took the monk in the temple to visit the big fat man with a lot of background, and did a ritual at his house, because the haunted matter had been solved in advance, so I didn't go with him that day.

Afterwards, Brother Onion wanted to give me money, and I would definitely not refuse if I had done it before, but I didn't plan to ask for it this time. It's not like I'm being polite to Brother Onion, it's just that there's an indescribable feeling stuck in my heart, so I can't accept this money anyway, even if it's what I deserve.

I thought that my lack of money might have something to do with the inexplicable channeling, but I didn't expect that this unexpected channeling would become the key to my future finding the death assistant. Of course, that's all for later.