"Not here." A policeman's voice came out, and the man immediately walked out of the bedroom, "Here's a drawer under the bed." ”

Another cop whipped the dust off his pants and walked out of the other bedroom, "It's all debris down there, no one." ”

"You know their phone number?"

Zhou Ping nodded.

"Do you know the name?"

Zhou Ping shook his head.

"Then let's contact the bureau and check their mobile phones. If there is any situation on your side, call the police. When we reach out to them, they will call you on your phone as well. He put this phone here for you......"

Zhou Ping listened to what they meant, and he was leaving.

He opened his mouth to stop it, but he didn't know what to say.

Two policemen stood in front of him, looking at him with inquiring eyes. As if guessing his thoughts, one of them said: "We just looked, the windows and doors are closed well, and the things have not been tampered with, so it should not be a thief or a robber." ”

Zhou Ping was not afraid of thieves or robbers at all.

"Then let's go first. If you find anything, remember to call. The policeman said, shoved Li Haiming's brother's mobile phone and the key to Li Haiming's house into Zhou Ping's hand, and squeezed out between him and Zhang Xinqian.

There was a lot of gossip among the residents outside, but no one stopped the police from leaving.

Zhang Xinqian watched the police leave, hesitated, and pulled the hem of Zhou Ping's clothes.

"Is it true that people are gone? Probably scared away. After being scared away, he didn't tell us. It's impossible to tell us, uh, to you. She came up with an explanation.

That was the case that day. When I saw the weird eyes, I ran away. Normal people should have this kind of reaction when they encounter this kind of thing, right?

Thinking so, she took out her mobile phone and opened Weibo.

The Weibo interface stops on the homepage of the friend who is particularly concerned, and the top one is the contribution of the strange talk yesterday.

Zhang Xinqian clicked into the account and refreshed it several times to confirm that there was no new content.

"Strange Stories haven't been released today. So, no one has died yet, right? No one named Li Yun has died...... Your aunt and uncle...... There are still those people ......" Zhang Xinqian couldn't go on. Just because "Li Yun" died doesn't mean that others won't die.

She looked at Zhou Ping and asked, "What are we going to do now?" Want...... Do you want to go in? ”

When the police were there, Zhou Ping didn't even step into the house. He kept standing at the door, Zhang Xinqian followed him, and he didn't go in.

Zhang Xinqian looked inside the house and didn't see anything weird.

She had seen it all. Black and white posthumous photos, urns, incense burners, tablets, wreaths...... These things can bring psychological pressure to people, but if you look closely, there is nothing abnormal.

Except for the phone that was just found to be a little wrong, this house doesn't have that haunted house atmosphere.

Zhang Xinqian waited for Zhou Ping to make a decision.

According to Zhou Ping's intentions, he was reluctant to enter the house.

Although the two policemen entered the house and came out just now, there was no abnormal behavior during the period, but it is a fact that Li Haiming's three relatives were not found. The three of them left a weird phone call with no head and no brain, and just disappeared.

Zhang Xinqian said that they ran away, but Zhou Ping didn't think so.

"Mr. Zhou?" Zhang Xinqian reminded.

The residents of the community outside gradually dispersed. The enthusiastic witness who lived next door took a second look at them and went home, but he didn't close the security door, as if he was ready to be another witness.

Zhou Ping's mind recalled his mother's crying on the phone, and let out a long sigh.

Without evidence, he would not have been able to stop his parents from entering the house. As soon as they stepped in, with their mother's personality, they might be immediately affected by their cousin.

Zhou Ping lowered his head and picked up his mobile phone. This poor phone fell so many times today, and finally the screen was shattered, and it turned off automatically. Zhou Ping didn't care if it was completely broken, his gaze fell on the threshold. He counted his heartbeat a dozen times, and finally stepped on the floor of the hallway.

He didn't feel anything unusual.

Worried, walked through the entrance step by step, walked into the living room, heard Zhang Xinqian's breathing and footsteps behind him, and they entered the bedroom together.

At a glance, there are a lot of clutter in the bedroom, but there is no one.

It's not easy to get Tibetans here. Wardrobes, cupboards, cardboard boxes, these things are small. The autumn quilt was folded and placed against the head of the bed. The sheets were flat and it was impossible to have someone lying underneath.

Zhou Ping spun around, carefully bent down, and lifted the sheets.

Under the bed is a drawer, and when you open it, you can see old clothes stuffed with it.

There can be no Tibetans in this.

He exhaled, straightened up, turned around, and wanted to leave the room, but bumped into Zhang Xinqian, who was following him.

"How?" Zhang Xinqian asked nervously.

Zhou Ping shook his head.

"There's also a bedroom." Zhang Xinqian exhaled, not knowing whether to be disappointed or relaxed, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Ping was about to follow her out of the room when he heard a slight rustle.

Rustling...... Rustling......

Some familiar sounds.

Zhou Ping stood up suddenly.

He remembered the sound he had heard last night. It was such a sound that lasted for a while. He didn't take it seriously. Later, he saw the source of the sound.

Rustling...... Rustling......

Zhou Ping turned around slowly.

"Mr. Zhou?" Zhang Xinqian shouted from behind.

Zhou Ping's gaze swept over the entire bedroom.

He stared carefully at the bed, especially the pillow. He didn't see the hair.

Rustling...... Rustling......

He gradually heard that the sound was slightly different from what he had heard the night before. The voice was muffled, as if it came from some confined space.

Zhou Ping's gaze turned to the bottom of the bed.

Is it a drawer?

He was quickly drawn to the slightest movement he saw in his peripheral vision.

Just next to the bed, at the bottom of the one-person-high, two-story closet, inside the crack in the door, something sticks out, hangs on the ground, and sways gently.

That's a hair.

A hair brushing the ground wouldn't make such a loud noise, nor would it be such a dull sound.

It's the inside of the closet......

Rustling...... Rustling......

Zhou Ping walked over in a trance.

Zhang Xinqian only saw Zhou Ping's actions, not the things under the closet.

She had a hunch, held her breath, and clutched the strap with both hands, her nails digging into the strap again, and a crack was cut in it.

Zhou Ping's hand pressed on the closet. His heart beat faster, and he skipped a beat. At that moment, he pulled open the door to his closet, which was only up to his chest.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Brush......

The contents of the closet immediately poured out.

Three adults who are not small in size were entangled with their heads and feet, bumped into Zhou Ping, and fell to the ground.

Zhou Ping saw the woman in the Li family who talked the most. She was head-down, her long hair covering her face, scattered in her closet and on the floor. On her body, the middle-aged man of the Li family, the young man who had no impression of Zhou Ping, twisted his limbs into twists, and there were piles of clothes hanging on his body.

"Ahh

Syllable.

The small bag fell to the ground, and the paper inside the bag was scattered all over the floor.