Yang Xian only used four short words, and it directly made Ning Qiushui's back ooze cold sweat.

Who is Cui Xu?

Who is Cui Xu?

Prophet Yang doesn't know Cui Xu?

But just now, Cui Xuan made it clear that Yang Xian was the captain of their squad.

And on the documents in the next room, Cui Xu's identity was also clearly written.

So...... Could it be that Prophet Yang's memory was in trouble because of a mental disorder?

Ning Qiushui took a sip of water, crossed his hands, and asked slowly:

"Don't you know Cui Xu?"

"Think about it again, there were seven people in the team you went to Toriyama Town to investigate before, right?"

Prophet Yang stared at Ning Qiushui's clothes pocket, his eyes showed a look of longing, he didn't answer Ning Qiushui's question immediately, but said first:

"Hey, Ning Qiushui, you can ...... Give me a cigarette to smoke? ”

Ning Qiushui followed his gaze and lowered his head slightly, looking at the box of cigarettes in his pocket.

"Of course."

Yang Xian smoked a cigarette as he wished, and then spoke:

"That was a long time ago, when there were indeed seven people in the team who went to Bird Hill Town, and then we encountered a supernatural riot, and there were ghosts chasing and killing us, and in desperation, we got on a ghost bus......"

He spoke in a heavy tone, slowly describing what had happened at that time, which was generally no different from what Cui Wei next door was telling.

However, when things got to the point of "Wanton Hospital", there was a fork.

“…… At that time, the team had a very serious disagreement, and the young couple thought that we should separate to find clues to leave, while the rest of the group thought that if we separated, they might encounter danger in such a strange place. ”

"I don't know why, when we were in that hospital, all of us were emotionally out of control, because of such a small problem, the team had a big fight, and in the end we even broke ......up."

Caught up in that memory, Prophet Yang's expression gradually became a little oozing in a puff of smoke.

"And then?"

Under Ning Qiushui's questioning, Prophet Yang first lit a cigarette ash, and then laughed as if he had lost his mind:

"Later...... Then everyone died! ”

"They're all dead!"

"They're all dead!!"

Ning Qiushui looked at Yang Xianxian, who was constantly laughing and twitching, frowning slightly, but still followed his words and asked:

"How did they die?"

Yang Xian smiled and smiled, suddenly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, covered his face with both hands, and began to break down and cry:

"I killed ...... I killed it! ”

"I killed them with my own hands!"

"Everyone!!"

Ning Qiushui was stunned, and then he also took out a cigarette and lit it and put it in his mouth.

"You say, you killed your teammates?"

"Six?"

Yang Prophet's voice was dull.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Why did you kill them?"

"I ...... I...... They ......"

Yang Xian's mind was confused, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Ning Qiushui comforted him a few words, telling him not to worry, he had a lot of time, and he didn't need to give an answer immediately.

After a few minutes, Yang Xian didn't know whether to do a good job of psychological construction or finally organize the language, and slowly spoke:

"They...... I'm not my teammate anymore. ”

"I know it's hard for you to understand that, but, but please trust me!"

He lowered his hand covering his face, his expression as if he was crying or laughing, and it was terrifyingly distorted.

"They...... Ing...... Become...... Ghost ......"

These words came out of his mouth with great difficulty, and Ning Qiushui looked at Yang Xian in front of him, and inexplicably felt that the temperature in the room was a little cold.

He didn't really want to be in this place anymore.

The man in front of him seemed to be much more dangerous than the man next door.

Even if Prophet Yang suddenly turned into a powerful ghost and corrected him on the spot in this room, Ning Qiushui would not be surprised.

"I would like to know the names of six of your teammates."

Ning Qiushui flipped through some documents on the desktop in front of him, and the introduction on the documents was still very concise, basically only introducing the general situation of Yang Xian.

Facing Ning Qiushui's question, Yang Xianxian suddenly sat down, he was silent for a long time, and his eyes were a little lost.

When he looked up again, his eyes were red, and two lines of tears flowed.

"Tian Huijun, Shan Tong, Xue Xueyou, Wang Dafan, Gong Gong, Cui Bingzhu......"

Prophet Yang slowly read out these names one after another, and when he heard the last name, Ning Qiushui raised his head suddenly, his eyes blazing:

"Wait, what did you just say...... Choi Byung-candle? ”

Prophet Yang seemed to be frightened by Ning Qiushui's expression, he took half a step back, with vigilance on his face:

"That's right, it's Cui Bingzhu......"

"Isn't there a record of your place?"

Many thoughts passed through Ning Qiushui's mind, and suddenly, he took out his mobile phone and called Dr. Liu.

After a few brief rings, Dr. Liu answered the phone.

"Hey, Ning Qiushui, what's the situation with you, why did you call me suddenly?"

Ning Qiushui ignored Dr. Liu and asked:

"Check something for me right away, in the team where Prophet Yang was before, there was a person surnamed Cui, is it called Cui Xuan or Cui Bingzhu?"

Dr. Liu nodded:

"Wait a minute, I'll check it for you right away!"

His work efficiency was very high, Ning Qiushui only waited for a short time, and then listened to the other end say:

"That man's name is ...... Choi Byung-candle. ”

PS: Good night!

It's not that simple.