Black hair, finger long, swayed by the wind.

Zhou Ping didn't understand what Li Haiming meant, but remembered the burgundy hair on his sleeve. He looked down at the cuff, and the hair was still there.

Zhou Ping's gaze was fixed on that hair, and it seemed like a lightning bolt crossed his head. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the top of Li Haiming's head.

Li Haiming had already raised his head and was looking at him. Those few black hairs were held up by him, as if they were going to reach under Zhou Ping's eyes so that he could see clearly.

Zhou Ping saw Li Haiming's forehead and forehead lines, and also saw the lonely white hair on his head.

Zhou Ping thought of Zhang Shu in a trance, and remembered what Zhang Shu said with that burgundy hair.

His cousin lives in a rented house outside......

"I found it on a pillow." Li Haiming said softly, as if he was whispering to someone, and the voice was very low and low by him, "It's on the pillow." On my pillow, on her pillow...... Not someone else's...... It's not ......"

"Uncle, don't think about it. It must have been glued somewhere else. Zhou Ping sighed and said disapprehantly.

At that moment, he was a little surprised and thought of a possibility. But it was only a momentary thing, just a very small possibility. There are more plausible explanations for this, and the probability of any coincidence is higher than that of his cousin becoming a ghost and losing his hair.

Li Haiming put down his hand, as if he was disappointed in Zhou Ping, and he was also discouraged, and stopped arguing.

Zhou Ping looked at the man under the street lamp, and felt very uncomfortable.

"Then I'll go first. You should go back early, too. Zhou Ping finally said goodbye in a hurry and walked out of this small square.

He walked away and couldn't help but look back at Li Haiming's back.

Standing still for a while, Zhou Ping let out the breath that was stuck in his chest, took a step, and walked all the way out without hesitation.

Zhou Ping was stopped by the security guard when he passed by the guard room.

"Hey, that person, it's you." The security guard waved at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping looked over puzzled.

"That mom ran out just now." The security guard said.

Zhou Ping's heart jumped, and the hairs on his body stood up, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"As you asked earlier, the one who died my son. Running out at night, I don't think she looks right. Your family had better watch it. Security Guard Education.

Zhou Ping immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Shu's number.

No one answered the phone.

Zhou Ping turned his head and ran back to the small square.

Li Haiming was still sitting on the long chair, still hanging his head, the same as when Zhou Ping left.

"Uncle," Zhou Ping called out and rushed to Li Haiming, "The security guard said that the aunt ran out." I couldn't get through on the phone. You're hurrying—"

Li Haiming looked over blankly, his expression was blank, and his eyes were empty.

When Zhou Ping saw it, he only felt terrible.

Things turned out to be as bad as he had hoped. His previous explanations to his colleagues were not in vain. He didn't get back to the hotel all night.

Li Haiming is useless at all, people are like stupid, and they don't react to the outside world.

Zhou Ping called the police, looked for the surrounding area with the police, and went to the police station to check the surveillance.

He used Li Haiming's mobile phone to call his brother, and before he told him about the situation, he hung up the phone directly.

In the afternoon, Li Haiming's mobile phone rang, and it was still Zhou Ping's call.

The Li Haiming brothers called and said that their father had died, and he had died suddenly.

On the night of Zhou Ping's cousin's accident, the old man was rescued. The family didn't tell him about the sudden death of the eldest grandson. Who knew that people would suddenly leave this afternoon. Walk away, without warning at all. One second he was still talking to his daughter who was with him in bed, and the next second he fell.

When Zhou Ping told Li Haiming about the incident, Li Haiming didn't react. The few hairs he had pinched before didn't know where he had been stuffed.

Zhou Ping soon received another call from the Li family.

Zhang Shu actually appeared in the hospital, crying and laughing in front of the old man's corpse, and couldn't pull it away.

Zhou Ping only felt physically and mentally exhausted at this time.

He was busy for a day and a night, and in the morning, he called his colleague, apologized, and briefly said that he couldn't go back now. This day and night, he was caught in this matter.

The first time he saw Zhang Shu, he felt that he was going to fall into the quagmire, and he really didn't feel wrong.

He didn't have the energy to get angry, and just begged the police to go to the hospital together. His hunch this time was that he couldn't put Zhang Shu at all. Not only is Zhang Shu uneven, but he also has to bring a cumbersome Li Haiming by his side.

Once again, he had the right hunch.

Zhang Shu changed from her previous gloomy and sluggish appearance, became crazy, and talked nonsense loudly.

When she saw Zhou Ping, she recognized him and grabbed him.

"This old thing is dead! Retribution! Your cousin got revenge! ”

"Your cousin has been smart since he was a child. They're all waiting! He'll find them one by one! ”

"He died so badly...... You're still so young! O my son! ”

"Son, take your mother away too!"

"I'm watching! I'm watching how these brutes of your Li family die! I'm going to watch you all be killed by my son!" ”

She stood in front of the corpse covered with a white cloth and pointed at the Li family's nose and cursed. Her face was unusually flushed, and her eyes widened to reveal bloodshot eyes.

She also let out a wild laugh, laughing and laughing, and began to cry again.

The middle-aged man of the Li family's chest continued to rise and fall, and suddenly roared angrily, and directly raised his hand to give Zhang Shu a slap.

Zhang Shu didn't snort, and hit the old man's corpse headlong. The white cloth was torn open by her, revealing the old man's blue-gray face.

Zhang Shu got up, grabbed the corpse, giggled, laughed so much that his body was trembling, and lay on the old man's chest.

The woman from the Li family jumped out, grabbed Zhang Shu's hair, and dragged her back. Zhang Shu didn't let go, pulling the white cloth desperately.

Suddenly, a group of people joined together.

Zhou Ping and the police were shocked. The police reacted faster and stopped between Zhang Shu and the Li family.

The woman of the Li family didn't let go, she grabbed Zhang Shu's hair, and Zhang Shu didn't let go, so she grabbed the white cloth, as if she wanted to drag the old man's body off the hospital bed.

"Auntie, you let go! Aunt! Zhou Ping hugged Zhang Shu's arm, only to feel that this middle-aged woman was infinitely powerful.

His head was pounded. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the woman of the Li family was grabbing Zhang Shu's hair and shaking it continuously, and Zhang Shu's head was also swaying.

Zhou Ping was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to separate these people in the end.

He knelt on the ground, still hugging Zhang Shu's thick waist. Taking a few breaths, he let go of his hand and stood up on his knees.

"My son...... Li Yun—"

Zhang Shu was disheveled, and the top of her head was scratched bald. She sat on the floor, tears streaming down her eyes, no expression on her face. Her voice was so soft that you couldn't hear her until you got closer.

She had gone from her previous madness back to that gloomy one, and the words that were just on her lips had changed.

"My son is dead...... My son can't come back...... He's dead...... My son...... Dead ......"