But when we got outside, we found out that the car had broken down!

This is also a barren mountain, and now you can't find a car repair shop, and it's also troublesome to find a trailer.

Just when I was at a loss, Wang Qiuyue told me another message: "I can't call a car for online car-hailing, and in this ghost place, the signal is only one grid." ”

"I'll go!" I shook my head and sighed, my thoughts blank.

I don't know when, Tie Yuanjing has already walked out, still leaning behind me.

Just when I was confused, he suddenly said behind me: "Do you need a password for WiFi?" ”

I was taken aback, and hurriedly took two steps forward, hiding from a distance, while my eyes were still glaring at him, "Are you really crazy or are you pretending to be crazy?" ”

"They said I was really crazy, and we have a genetic history of mental illness in my family, so I'm willing to believe that I'm really crazy." He said.

In fact, I have heard many colleagues in the police station say that some criminals, after killing someone, like to pretend to be crazy and stupid, and want to escape the punishment of the law! But it's really rare to pretend to be crazy like him and pretend to be so normal and weird, right?

Sixty percent of my heart believed that he was a real madman!

So I looked at him, and this gaze was extraordinarily profound, "Is the matter about the case true or false?" ”

Tie Yuanjing only said: "I won't lie to the police." With that, he turned and walked in.

After we stood outside for a long time, it was dark and rumbling, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The three of us hid in the car and didn't want to enter the house, but as the rain got heavier and heavier, and the open space in front of the door was a bit downhill, we were worried that the car would slide down!

So I made a decision: go inside!

After the three of us braved the rain to come to the eaves in front of the door, I was still thinking of ringing the doorbell cheekily and cheekily, but I heard a voice from inside: "Come in, there is no door lock." The voice was unusually low.

Can't scare me!

I unlocked the door and walked in with both of them.

It was very dark, and he didn't turn on the lights, but he could vaguely see him standing there, as if playing darts. I just hope that his dart doesn't go in the wrong direction and doesn't hit us!

"Can you turn on the light?" I asked.

Tie Yuanjing said: "Okay, it's on your left, you can sweep it yourself!" ”

I listened to his words and raised my left hand and swept it gently. Sure enough, with a snap, it was as bright as daytime.

It was raining heavily outside, so we closed the door.

Before we could sit down, he led us upstairs to see the three rooms and asked us to stay here.

I said, "We can actually live in the living room, and we don't live there often anyway, so as not to mess up the host's room." ”

Tie Yuanjing suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at me coldly and said, "It's okay, anyway, the owner here said that he was an immigrant, but in fact, it was because he had been killed!" ”

"How do you know?" I asked, suspiciously.

He didn't say anything about this, but led us into the room separately and told us, "If there's nothing to do at night, don't come out!" ”

I looked around the room casually, and then I came out, stood with him in the hallway, and said to him, "It's not night yet, and I want you to tell me what the hell is going on in this case?" ”

"Do you really want to know?" He looked at me suspiciously.

That's what I'm here for! Why else would you stay in this hellish place?

After answering him with an "um", I said in the tone of a police confession: "Please cooperate with my investigation!" ”

"Okay." He turned around and threw one of his darts at the same time, but instead of hitting the target on the first floor, it landed on the lower wall.

Shameful? Actually, I would love to ask him! But I thought he was good enough, so I didn't ask.

Tie Yuanjing didn't seem to be alarmed, and gently placed his hands on the fence of this corridor, and then said to me in a calm voice: "Three months ago, I was still living in my bungalow, and I still relied on my old savings and ordinary odd jobs to make a living, and my life was comfortable. ”

I couldn't wait, so I asked, "And then?" Have you been through anything? ”

He began to raise his eyes, looked at the ceiling embossed with beautiful totems, and recalled, "Yes, I have experienced something that I have never experienced in my life, it is terrifying. You haven't seen my sealed files, but I want you to know that I used to be a very good agent.

That night, as soon as I had returned from unloading the goods, I saw the first deceased woman being brought here, and I watched on the way as he was dragged into the car and stuffed into the trunk, so I called a car and followed him, and I witnessed the owner of the house arguing with the man outside the window.

As for the trunk, when I secretly opened it, there was only blood stains left in it, so I immediately called the police and contacted the police station here, but the two policemen did not find the slightest clue at all, and the next two cases were similar, and I only saw them killed in a dream later. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but interrupt him and asked, "That means that the situation when they were killed is most likely what you dreamed of?" So how do you know the identities of the three victims? ”

"Come with me, I'll show you something." With that, he went downstairs.

As he walked, he told me, "I tried to catch the ghost, but even I was no match for him!" ”

Phantom?!

All right! I almost believed the words of a neurotic.

Looking at his darts stuck on the wall, you can imagine how credible his words are, but he still uses the word "even me", as if he always feels how powerful he is!

If it was really powerful, would it be so inaccurate? So I smiled and didn't speak.

But I still pretended to believe him verbally and asked, "What ghost?" ”

He stopped abruptly on the stairs, turned his head, looked at me, and said, "A shadow, fast." He must be the murderer, and he must be inextricably linked with the owner of this house, don't you believe what I say? ”

He seemed to see the clue from my face, and I hurriedly said, "Believe! I'm sure I believe it! ”

"That's good, come on!" He turned around and continued downstairs, and I followed him silently behind him.

In the evening, because of the rain, it was as dark as night. He led me into a storage room at the bottom of the staircase, and watched him pull out a dusty box.