Coming out of the hotel, I asked Zheng Shao to drive straight to Hongfeng Middle School, which Sister Yixin had mentioned before. When I was dragged out, Sister Yixin was preparing lessons there with reference books in one hand and lesson plans in the other, which really subverted the image of a powerful ghost in my heart. Sister Yixin expressed strong dissatisfaction with us for interrupting her preparation, but when Zheng Shao proposed to donate 1 million to Hongfeng Middle School to optimize the hardware facilities, Sister Yixin compromised.

To be honest, the school was really dilapidated enough, the dormitory where the teacher lived was like an empty classroom, such a big place, but there was only a bed and a broken table, and a large area of the ground was empty, but there was no water and no toilets. Today, when electronic lesson preparation has been popularized in many parts of the country, the backward way of manual lesson preparation is still followed. Although Sister Yixin didn't come here to teach for enjoyment, but who is willing to work in a difficult environment if she can work in a comfortable environment? Money is such a good thing.

Sending Zheng Shao and Yu Luo away, my spirit relaxed a lot, I don't know if every detective has to bring a group of oil bottles with him, such as the decrepit boy's boy detective group and Watson next to Sherlock Holmes, but I think those authors definitely made such a few characters to make trouble for them. If I'm a weak man, I definitely hope that there is only one Mao Lilan around, it doesn't matter if you're a genius in intelligence, you can fight if you are locked in.

"What do you think? Will you be able to get out of a room tonight? Looking at the car in the distance, Bai Bing smiled very ambiguously, looking like he was picking.

"Why, you're in a hurry to eat me." I shrugged, "I'll wait until I survive this time." Otherwise, I tasted you, and I was reluctant to die, so what should I do? "Gently stroking Muramasa hanging around my waist, I have a feeling that it is not very good.

"Cut, you're a carrot. By the way, why did you let them take that double-edged spear away, didn't you tell me before, that double-edged spear is very powerful? Bai Bing's gaze also fell on Muramasa on my waist, although from the outside, Muramasa was still the same as before, but in the scabbard, there were two pieces that were no longer connected.

"That thing, dead and dead, although in the general's tomb, I can wield it, but now it seems that that kind of situation also belongs to the category of miracles. Miracles are such things as surprises only when they are not expected, and if you take them as expected, then only disappointment awaits you. The hand stroked the scabbard of Cai Muramasa again, "Even if it is a broken knife, I still can't bear Muramasa, I will think of a way to pick her up again in the future, I haven't realized it before, for me, Gui Die is also an indispensable partner." Taking a deep breath, "I'm afraid I won't have to sleep tonight, the in this place is too complicated, solve one thing by one, come with me, you are the main thing tonight." ”

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On the second floor of the detention center, there was a small conference room, and Hatcher and I sat on a chair and looked at the ten people standing in the conference room. The tables and chairs in the conference room have all been moved out, and the entire room is empty, and these ten people are the ten suspects who have been temporarily detained in the detention center because of the case of the Zhou family's aunt.

"Peng Ju, it's all here, why did you bring us here? Even if it's going to be interrogated, it shouldn't be this time. A middle-aged man who seemed to be familiar with Director Peng said.

"There's a reason I'm here for a reason. Ha-" Director Peng hit another hache and then looked at me, for him, the reason was that I wanted him to bring people here, and even he didn't know what to do next. Hehe, if he knew, he would definitely obstruct it.

"There is really only one purpose that has brought you here, and that is to give you a way to live." My gaze wandered through the crowd and finally fell on Xiao Dong. "Xiao Dong, you personally experienced Huang Qingqiang's death, I think, you can tell others about the scene when Huang Qingqiang died."

"Uh, okay, leader." was named by me, Xiao Dong's head was covered with cold sweat, and the experience of the previous night was a bit unbearable for him. I asked them to sit in a circle on the ground, and Xiao Dong told the story, and the prisoners didn't say much, and sat down as I asked.

After Xiao Dong sat down, he began to lower his head to tell the events of last night, starting from the two of them lying on the bed and telling ghost stories together, until Huang Qingqiang died completely, repeating it in detail, during the whole telling process, I don't know if it was because of fear or what, Xiao Dong kept his head down, occasionally raised his head, and his eyes swept a few times on other people, and there was no fixed focus. This reminds me of a question, usually after encountering this kind of terrible thing, most people will choose to confide in their friends, Xiao Dong's action, can I understand that in fact, he is not familiar with all the people here, only the dead Huang Qingqiang is familiar with him? On the other hand, most of those who listened to the story had an indifferent attitude, and even a few people were whispering something to each other, and their expressions were not afraid and sad, but the joyful expressions of those mothers-in-law and aunts on the street when they were gossiping. It seems that these people are not familiar with the dead Huang Qingqiang, otherwise they would be a little sad.

Friends who go out hunting together, only two people are familiar with each other? Does anyone believe this? In my opinion, these people are the ones who temporarily put together to carry the black pot and top the tank.

"Do you think Huang Qingqiang's death has nothing to do with you?" As the conversation intensified, I coughed and asked. In an instant, the people in the conference room were quiet, and the meaning of my words was already obvious, Huang Qingqiang's death was inseparable from them.

"Xia Dong told you just now, Huang Qingqiang seems to have been crushed to death by something, but there are some things he doesn't know, the forensic doctor examined Huang Qingqiang's body, and the result was that he was crushed to death by something similar to a wok. An invisible wok. My eyes swept around the crowd, "Although this is a country dominated by Marxism-Leninism and materialism, I still want to tell you that there are gods in the three feet of your head, and you don't really think that there are no gods and ghosts in this world, and there is no karma." Crushed by the pot, for me such a tip is enough. The ghost who killed him did this to tell us that the reason why Huang Qingqiang wanted to die was because he carried the black pot for others and tried to let the real murderer escape the punishment of the law, so he must die. To be honest, I don't think you all have anything to do with that incident here, you don't know each other very well, you all took other people's money and came to carry the black pot, do you think that as an accomplice to a manslaughter case, you did not participate in the killing, but only illegally owned a gun, and were sentenced to two or three years, and you can come out and live your little life with the money you received? Heaven is clear, retribution is unpleasant, and it is better not to earn money that you have to earn if you don't have a life. ”

All ten of them were silent, and I probably knew what was going on in their hearts. These ten people, except for Xiao Dong, who is a small clerk in the organ, the others are either laid-off workers or watchmen who are working at night, all belong to the category of people who are more financially difficult, as long as someone is willing to pay a sum of money worthy of their imprisonment for two or three years, most of them will agree. However, I just said that Huang Qingqiang died of retribution, I am afraid that many people still don't believe it, and will hold a fluke mentality, or simply think that I am talking nonsense.

"Give them pen and paper." I motioned to the police officer at the door and gave each of the people present a piece of paper and a pen. "Whether you believe it or not, I can only say that there is retribution in this world, and now the ghost is coming back to ask for your life, she will not allow you to continue to replace it, whoever wants to open it, write out the name of the person you replace, for your punishment, I will communicate with the above, and deal with it lightly, if you don't want to, then I have nothing to say, whether you are in prison or killed by a female ghost, it depends on your own ......"

Before the word "creation" could be finished, the lights in the conference room suddenly dimmed, then lit up again, and then dimmed again, as if it was the kind of lighting effect that is necessary when ghosts are haunted in ghost movies.

"That!" A person facing the window suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, only spit out this one word, and stammered speechless, and the others were worried because of the lighting, and when they saw his movements, they couldn't help but look along his hand - outside the window, there was a woman with a terrifying white face floating in the air, and it looked a little hazy through the glass, and the woman was wearing the kind of blue cloth that tea picking girls often wear, and a wisp of blood emerged from the corner of the woman's mouth and flowed down the chin, It makes the whole scene weird.

"Ghost, ghost!" I don't know who shouted the first time, but the ghost screams in the conference room rang out one after another, followed by a burst of chaos. People shouted wildly, although no one had ever seen a ghost before, but this was the fourth floor, and what could it be if it wasn't a ghost floating outside the window? A few of the timid ones cowered in the corner of the wall farthest from the window, and a few of the bold ones tried to run out of the conference room, but the police officer guarding the door blocked them all with guns.

"What's the noise!" I quickly got up and pasted a piece of talisman paper on the window in front of the female ghost, and the female ghost spread her fingers and made a look like she was about to rush in, but when she touched the glass, she suddenly showed a look of fear and shrank back, but she didn't leave, just looked at everyone in the conference room with resentful eyes through the glass......