In the middle of the night, ugly moments.

Mist.

To my surprise, Yang Anyong didn't seem to have anything to do with the abandoned thatched house, he didn't know that there were so many shady things hidden inside, at least... It shows that way.

"Hell, hell, how can there be a corpse there!"

"What should I do, Master... Me, am I going to call the police? ”

Yang Anyong paced back and forth in the hall, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the whole person looked very frightened and panicked, his mother was still holding the skull sluggishly, and I was sitting on the old chair on the side of the shrine.

The body was found in his thatched house, did he really have no idea?

I thought about it and decided to give him a try, so I said, "Of course."

Chapter 42 of "The Years I Was a Murder House Intermediary" is hard to distinguish between true and false is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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