It was eight o'clock in the evening, and Song Xiaotian still didn't answer the phone.

The three of us couldn't sit still anymore.

"Something's wrong, definitely something's wrong!"

Meng Yifan looked anxious: "Something happened to such a murderous character, who did it to him, he won't ......"

I glared at Meng Yifan and asked him not to crow's mouth.

"Find someone, what's the use of being in a hurry." Zhao Laoqi got up, also worried.

Although he is cautious, he is still as worried as we are when Song Xiaotian has an accident.

"Where to look, we don't know where he happened." Meng Yifan said.

Zhao Laoqi thought for a while: "Didn't he go to the school to investigate, then he had to go to the school first." ”

I asked Meng Yifan to go to the teahouse to find Song Xiaotian's father, and Zhao Laoqi and I went to school.

Time waits for no one, none of us wants Song Xiaotian to have something to do, so we immediately closed the store and prepared to find someone.

But just as we locked the door, Song Xiaotian sent me a text message.

"I have something to do here, don't call me, I found out He Tao's girlfriend, her name is Su Qian, Unit 402, Building 24, Chaoge Community, No. 347 Wannian Road."

Seeing the content of the text message and the person who sent the message, the three of us were all relieved and relieved.

Nothing happened to this kid!

"Damn, would you die if you texted early!"

Meng Yifan couldn't help but scold: "Make so many calls, it takes so long to reply to the message!" ”

I said, "It's okay, maybe there's something unexpected on his side, and it's inconvenient to text back." ”

Although I'm also curious, what happened to Song Xiaotian's side.

It stands to reason that we are about to burst out on the phone, and he should know that we are worried about him, and he should have texted back as soon as possible to report his safety.

It turned out to be so late to come back.

Unless he's in a very urgent situation and doesn't even have time to text back.

I kind of wanted to call and ask, but in the text message he told us not to call, and I had to stop calling.

"Since he's fine, we're going to go here

After getting in the car, I asked Zhao Laoqi, what should we do after we find this Su Qian?

Tell her there's a ghost trying to hurt her?

What if people don't believe us and treat us as two people?

After all, in this world, most people still don't believe in ghosts and gods, for fear that people won't believe it.

"Then let her believe it and tell her how He Tao died."

Zhao Laoqi said with a calm face: "It's best to let her leave the city, go out and avoid it, and come back when the matter is over, no matter what, life comes first." ”

We soon arrived at the Chaoge community.

In the community where ordinary people live, the security is very lax, except for the takeaway brother who can't go in, everyone can go in.

We went straight into the neighborhood and soon found 24 buildings with 3 units.

Standing downstairs, we glanced upstairs, and there were people in Su Qian's house now.

And today is Saturday, presumably Su Qian should be at home.

We went upstairs, came to the door of 402, and knocked on the door.

But when I knocked on the door, no one came to open it.

"Is anyone home?"

I knocked three more times and shouted.

But still no one came to open the door.

"The lights are on, why doesn't anyone come out and open the door?" Meng Yifan said, and also knocked three times.

I knocked several more times, but no one opened the door.

Zhao Laoqi's expression was already a little solemn, he leaned his nose over, and sniffed from top to bottom along the gap between the door and the door frame.

I didn't know what he was smelling, so I asked him.

"It smells of blood." As he spoke, his brow furrowed.

Meng Yifan and I stared wide-eyed: "Why didn't we smell it......"

"You can't smell it, but I can smell it, something has happened."

Zhao Laoqi sighed, looked around to see if there was a camera, and when he saw that there were none, he directly took out two wires and began to unlock the lock.

Smell of blood......

I felt a little uneasy.

The smell of blood must mean that something is wrong, but how could it be so coincidental that as soon as we found Su Qian's house, she had an accident?

and Song Xiaotian's side, I also think it's strange.

Just when I was puzzled, Zhao Laoqi had already stabbed the lock open.

His lockpicking skills are really top-notch.

When the door opened, there was a strong smell of blood, almost rushing to our faces, and we took two steps back.

The lights in the living room are on, and the scene inside is unobstructed.

The three of us, all frozen, in the doorway, our eyes wide and our stomachs churning.

Something really happened, something really happened!

In the living room alone, two people died, a middle-aged couple, guessing that it should be Su Qian's parents.

The whole scene can no longer be described as cruel.

Judging from the scene, Su Qian's father should have killed Su Qian's mother and cut off Su Qian's mother's head with a knife.

The body fell on the couch, and the head fell on the coffee table, and the whole coffee table, and most of the couch, was covered in blood.

And Su Qian's father should have committed suicide, but he couldn't cut off his head, so his neck was not completely cut off, he was cut in half, and his head was crooked to the side.

The whole living room was like purgatory, and the floor was covered in blood.

Meng Yifan and I covered our mouths, we didn't dare to look at it anymore, and we couldn't help but vomit.

"If you don't want to leave a trace, let the police find you, it's better not to vomit."

Zhao Laoqi said heavily, took off his shoes and walked in.

He went in for about a minute, then walked out, put on his shoes and took off his shirt, and wiped down the door outside.

He was supposed to be wiping fingerprints on the door.

There is no doubt that Su Qian's parents were killed by Du Yuwei after her death.

It was Su Qian's father who was taken on the body, and Su Qian's father killed Su Qian's mother and then committed suicide.

So the murderer of this tragedy is a ghost, no one, Zhao Laoqi wiped our fingerprints, to prevent the police from mistakenly treating us as murderers when they took fingerprints.

I endured the discomfort in my stomach, and I didn't dare to look inside anymore, so I asked Zhao Laoqi: "Seventh master, what should I do, do you call the police......"

"What to call the police, there is no murderer's case, whoever calls the police is the murderer."

Zhao Lao Qitie blushed, and did not close the door, and directly pulled us downstairs.

Before coming out of the neighborhood, he told us to stay calm and act as if we didn't see anything.

As he said just now, there were no corpse spots or zombies on the body, and the time of death was less than an hour, and we came a few minutes ago, even if the police checked the community surveillance, as long as we remained calm, the police would not suspect us.

Coming out of the community, Meng Yifan and I couldn't help it, and found a toilet across the street and vomited wildly for several minutes.

After spitting it out, Zhao Laoqi's expression was gloomy and frightening.

It was so gloomy that I didn't even dare to talk to him.

At this time, Song Xiaotian called me.

"Hey, you're done?" After picking up the phone, I hurriedly asked him.

"What are you busy with, busy with fart!" On the phone, Song Xiaotian cursed: "I fainted, I just woke up." ”

I hurriedly turned on the speakerphone and was dumbfounded: "What did you say, didn't you just text us half an hour ago?" ”

Song Xiaotian said: "I just woke up, that text message was not sent by me!" ”