In that way, Wang Qiuyue can take good care of herself, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing? Anyway, she's fine.

After Wang Qiuyue finished eating noodles, I sent her to the bathroom to wash.

After coming here, I noticed that there were broken cup fragments in the trash can in the corner, which should have been thrown in by Xu Ling after cleaning it.

I glanced at Wang Qiuyue, who was washing, and thought: If she has been in the room all the time, then she should know that the murderer has come, right?

So I walked over and asked her, "Qiuyue, have you noticed any suspicious people coming to this house?" ”

After Wang Qiuyue looked at me blankly for a while, she actually sang "Worm Flying" to me, and kept clapping her hands there, or pulling my clothes.

I couldn't help her, so I sent her back to her room to sleep.

I was completely sleepy, and sat alone in the living room, thinking about everything. In fact, is Wang Qiuyue's disappearance and appearance really a coincidence?

But we've known each other for so long, if she wants to hurt me, why wait until now?

After racking my brain for a while, I suddenly thought of a reasonable and unbelievable speculation: could this whole thing be done by the police on purpose? Since I'm too well-known right now, they deliberately played this set.

After all, Wang Qiuyue was also a scout in the past, and what drove her to deceive me was probably the pressure from her superiors.

But after thinking about it for a while, I thought it seemed unlikely: because the incident was too widespread.

And I didn't see those hands and feet before, and I was still in the corridor of the hospital, almost wide-eyed to see.

One thing is clear: the things are real, and from the color of the skin, and the bleeding, it can be seen that they have been chopped off not long ago.

At that time, the bloody picture hidden in the paper piercing man is still in my mind, and I feel fresh in my memory. I felt like throwing up, so I walked over to the balcony and decided to get some fresh air.

After standing for a while, I felt a "buzzing" sound coming from my trouser pocket, which was the sound of my phone vibrating.

Who called me?

Out of curiosity, I immediately pulled out my phone.

I saw that this showed an unfamiliar mobile phone number, and looking at the format of this number, it felt like a fraudulent call.

But it's rare for someone to call me, and I happened to be bored at this moment, so I answered.

"Did you get it?" As soon as I received the call, I heard this sentence, which was spoken by a voice that seemed to be yin and yang.

What people?! It shouldn't be Wang Qiuyue, right?

I opened my eyes wide, looked at the night scene in front of me, lowered my voice and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"You've been looking for it." The other party's voice was deliberately lowered, as if leaning on the microphone and whispering. The voice is neutral, neither male nor female.

The voice that said he was a man appeared sharp; If you say it's a woman's voice, you will feel rough.

So I can't make some general inferences from his voice, even his identity and appearance.

Therefore, what I need more at this time is to communicate with him more, drag him as much as possible, and ask some things.

"You're the owner of the Skull Fantasy Show, aren't you?" I asked deliberately as I liked.

Because in the previous contact, as far as I know, he seems to have a special fanaticism and attachment to that painting, and he doesn't even want the seller to get it, even if the painting is not genuine.

Sure enough, he smiled on the other end of the phone, and the smile was poignant and echoed.

I could hear that he might be in a relatively empty room now.

After laughing for a full minute, he said, "I really didn't see the wrong person, He Yang, you are indeed much better than those policemen." Actually, I've wanted to kill you many times, but you're a really fateful person, and now I've changed my mind. ”

"Huh?"

"I've decided to spare your life and have fun with you."

"What do you call it?" I asked deliberately.

Without thinking, he said, "Just call me Skeleton Knight, I'll love you to call me that." Hahaha......" In the end, there was this perverted and high-pitched laugh on the other end of the phone.

He laughed to himself for more than three minutes, and then hung up the phone directly.

I stood on this side of the balcony and tried to call back and ask him how he was playing. But if you make another call, the phone number will become an empty number that has not yet been opened.

I stood here suddenly, blowing a cold wind that was too cool, and the whole person was in a daze.

I forgot how long I had been standing before I turned around and walked back to the living room.

However, as soon as I walked in, I was taken aback, because there was an extra gift box with exquisite packaging on the coffee table in the living room.

Why is it suddenly here that it certainly hasn't been there just yet?

There were only two people in the room, me and Wang Qiuyue, could it be that she crept over and put it down? I don't believe it.

Filled with suspicion, I walked over to the couch and sat down. I saw that on the gift box, the ribbon was low, and a paper stack was pressed. A multiple-choice question is written on it: "Guess whose ashes are inside?" A, Ye Huancheng; B, Lin Zheng; C, Chen Wanjie; D, Xu Ling. ”

In fact, this is a false proposition, what he really wants to express is: Xu Ling is also in his hands.

In an instant, I secretly clenched my right hand into a fist, and my heart was naturally furious. But angry is angry, I still take out this box and take a look.

As soon as the box was opened, I saw a key inside, and under the key was a piece of paper pressed underneath.

I took out the blank paper, opened it and looked at it, only to see that it was written again: "Haha, you have been deceived, in fact, what I want to tell you is that Xu Ling is also in my hand now." But what can you do with me? ”

Just after I finished reading it, the words gradually faded and disappeared.

I tilted the paper and from a parallel perspective, I could see that the paper was a little wet. I looked at the paper backwards and found that the word seemed very faint, and I guess the author himself did not use much force.

At the same time, I thought of the paper that Chen Wanjie handed me last time, which showed Lin Zheng's handwriting. So I took out the paper I had put away last time, and looked at it from a different angle.

As a result, I found that Lin Zheng's handwriting was very heavy. The same paper, but Lin Zheng's words, can see the obvious outline of those words in reverse. It is conceivable that Lin Zheng should have been coerced to write at that time, so he deliberately increased the force on his hand in order to remind him.

But I'm not understanding until it's too late.

But even if you see it clearly earlier, I'm afraid it's an ending, right? So I didn't dwell on this, but secretly affirmed one thing in my heart: this murderer is very lonely.