"Master, I have something to do with you!"

Someone outside banged on the door, one after another, as if urging life.

I put down what I was holding and went to open the door, and I saw Uncle Hu standing outside the threshold, pretending to be like a cow at the moment, like a frosted eggplant, and he had no energy at all.

Seeing this, I hurriedly welcomed people in.

The master was also taken aback by Uncle Hu's state, and stood up and asked.

"Lao Hu, what's wrong with you?"

"There was an accident at home, my son committed suicide by burning charcoal, and when he got up in the morning, he couldn't open the door, and when I kicked the door in, there was no one left......"

Uncle Hu sighed, exuding low air pressure all over his body, as if a dark cloud was floating overhead.

However, when I heard what he said, I felt suspicious.

I remember clearly that Uncle Hu's son was one of the few college students in the village, who was admitted to a good school in the capital, had a lively and cheerful personality, and could talk to anyone, and was the kind of proper 'other people's child' in the village.

Why did he choose to cut himself off?

And is it still a way to burn charcoal?

The master obviously had the same confusion as me, and frowned and asked a few words.

"Did there be anything unusual about your son before he died? For example, is the mental state normal? Or are you sick or not? ”

"Master, I remembered when you said this, he came home from summer vacation the day before yesterday, and after he got home, he had a fever and a cold, and kept saying that he was cold, and he didn't care about it at the time, thinking that the child was cold on the train."

Uncle Hu said while reminiscing: "I ate paracetamol yesterday and I was almost better, and I slept early, who would have thought that there would be no one this morning!" ”

I could see the sadness and sadness of the old father.

After all, such an excellent child chose to end his life in this way, no matter who he was, he couldn't bear it.

At this time, the master patted me on the shoulder and spoke.

"Let's leave the work at hand first, you and Uncle Hu will go to his house first, and you will be responsible for calling Ah Dong and them over."

"Okay, master, I'll go!"

……

About half an hour later, I took Ah Dong and Uncle Ming to meet the master at Uncle Hu's house.

The first thing to do is to see the state of the corpse first.

As a result, as soon as I entered the bedroom, I felt the temperature around me plummet, giving people the illusion of entering the cold winter moon in an instant, and I subconsciously retreated and touched the goosebumps on my arms.

"Uncle Hu, has his room been so cold all the time?"

"It wasn't like that before."

Hearing my question, Uncle Hu immediately shook his head in denial, pointed to the window and said seriously: "There is such a baby at home, how can he let him live in a shady house?" The light in this house is exceptional, but the temperature has not been so high on cloudy days recently. ”

Uncle Ming opened his mouth to interrupt the rest of his words, with a serious expression.

"Even if it's cloudy, the temperature in the house shouldn't be so low, let it go."

As the words fell, we all retreated to the door, staring at the situation inside.

After waiting for only one person left in the house, Uncle Ming took out a yellow talisman and recited a spell, and after burning it, he threw it into the air with lightning speed, and the fire burned into ashes and sprinkled on the ground.

Several of us looked down at the ground at the same time.

There were some black marks on the originally smooth and traceless cement floor, all over the room, all of which were irregular shapes, as if glue was sticking to them, thick and sticky.

Uncle Ming's face suddenly became even more ugly.

"There's a ghost here, and there's been a fierce fight, your son should have lost before he was killed, where is his body? I'll take a look at it again. ”

"Killed by a ghost?"

Uncle Hu felt that all this was incomprehensible, but he still walked into the house, bypassed the traces on the ground, and took Uncle Ming to find the body lying on the bed.

A few of us walked in and watched.

It was only then that the corpse was finally seen.

A young man lay flat on the bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, and his purple lips seemed to be frozen.

Looking further down, you can find that there is a scratch on the neck of a pair of palms, which can be judged according to the color, it is definitely not pinched by a person, and the palm is slender and petite, more like a female ghost.

Therefore, it is now possible to completely rule out the fact that Uncle Hu killed his own son.

"This ...... What's the matter with the marks on my neck, I remember when I knocked on the door in the morning, I didn't find this trace, could it be that someone attacked my son's body again during the time I was away? It's not a thing, and you can't stop even if you die! ”

Uncle Hu threw himself on his son's corpse and rubbed his eyes vigorously, so that he could be sure that all the traces he saw in front of him were real.

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Uncle Ming explained a few words and persuaded him by the way.

"Lao Hu, the marks on the neck are the cause of death, the ghost caught me, I know it's useless to say anything at this time, but don't be too sad. Now it is imperative to calm down and talk to me carefully to see if we can find the cause of your son's death. ”

"I see!"

Uncle Hu wiped his tearful face with his sleeve, his eyes were firm and resolute.

When I saw him like this, I was also very sympathetic, and the son who depended on him died in an unknown way, and anyone would have a nervous breakdown!

……

Uncle Ming sat on the sofa in the living room and raised his hand to point to the bedroom just now.

"I just noticed that the kid is covered with a thick quilt, is this his sleeping habit?"

"He's not honest when he sleeps, he loves to kick the quilt, he's always been like this when he's a child, and he's grown up."

Uncle Hu also realized that something was wrong, "When I went to look for him this morning, I didn't pay attention in a hurry, but I can be sure that I didn't touch his quilt." ”

"When we went in just now, the quilt was neatly covered, which didn't match his sleeping habits you described, so it's safe to assume that he was put on the bed after he was killed."

After speaking, Uncle Ming nodded affirmatively.

I was just about to echo a few words, when he saw that as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly took out the compass in his arms and fiddled with the pointer on it, and soon there was a buzzing sound in the air.

As the voice continued, Uncle Ming's face was extremely bad, and his brows were furrowed.

"When I used the yellow charm to test the traces of ghosts, I felt that something was wrong, and now I can be sure that what is lying on the bed is just an empty shell corpse, and the soul is lost!"

"What?! This...... What should I do, I don't have any experience, what do you say? ”

Uncle Hu was completely panicked and trembling all over.

Hearing this, Uncle Ming thought about it seriously, turned around and stared at the direction of the bedroom.

"Contact the child's classmates and friends and ask if he was behaving strangely at school and where he went before going home."

"By the way, does this kid have a partner in college?"