It was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, the moment Zhang Jianwei saw it, his whole body began to tremble, and an indescribable emotion spread rapidly.

Zhao Junliang and Wang Hui also glanced back, and followed Zhang Jianwei and Wang Quan's flashlights to discover Wang Guoliang's situation.

Zhao Junliang's feet were soft, and he was about to go to help the door, Wang Hui glanced at it, first took a step back, glanced at Zhao Junliang, and then swept around the flue-cured tobacco room, wanted to say something, and held it back, and with an arrow step, he was about to go out of the door.

Zhang Jianwei was trembling, and was overwhelmed by a sense of loneliness that all the people who were good to him in the world were dead, this feeling was a hundred times more real than in the dream, and he was overwhelmed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he only breathed rapidly, his expression became trance, and he stood at the door and staggered, suddenly feeling that the world was a little unreal.

Wang Hui was pushed into the door by Wang Quan, paused, recovered a little strength, looked at the surrounding environment, and subconsciously wanted to go out, Zhang Jianwei was at the door, blocking all the way out, Wang Hui didn't care, pushed it violently, and prepared to open a crack.

Zhang Jianwei was interrupted by such a beating, and finally came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly became red, and this uneasiness of being abandoned by the whole world turned into anger, and as soon as he turned around, the flashlight in his hand was thrown towards Wang Hui.

Wang Hui pushed Zhang Jianwei away, about to go out, he was originally an addict, last night in the flue-cured tobacco room all night, his whole body was sore and weak, the strength he mustered just now was only enough to push Zhang Jianwei, and he didn't even let Zhang Jianwei move the place, but Zhang Jianwei seized the opportunity, and a flashlight smashed over, only to hear a muffled bang, Wang Hui rowed out directly from the door, and drew a section on the ground full of rain.

Wen Muwei didn't know the situation inside, and watched from afar outside the door, which would suddenly fly out of a person, a scream, piercing the night, piercing the rain, and spreading far away.

Wen Muwei watched, and was drenched in heavy rain again, Zhang Jianwei resisted the urge to kill Wang Hui with a stick, stepped forward with red eyes, picked up Wang Hui from the ground, found hemp rope from outside the flue-cured tobacco room, tied it up by dividing it by two, tied Wang Hui, turned around and tied Zhao Junliang by the way.

Zhao Junliang didn't know if he was frightened, and he didn't resist at all.

After Wang Quan shouted twice in the flue-cured tobacco room, there was no sound, until Zhang Jianwei tied up the two of them and went in again, Wang Quan came out of the flue-cured tobacco room with his father-in-law in his arms, his face gloomy.

At this time, the sky gradually had a glimmer of light, no longer as dark as before, and the rain became smaller, Zhao Junliang and Wang Hui were pressed by Zhang Jianwei and followed closely, Wen Muwei hung nervously far away, she saw the situation inside, and also saw the old man with half of the skull recessed, waiting for the four people in front of her to enter the big living room, Wen Muwei dialed the police.

Entering the hall, Wang Quan put the old man's body away, looked at Zhao Junliang and Wang Hui with a gloomy face, Zhang Jianwei walked over and stood with Wang Quan, Zhao Junliang was still barely standing, Wang Hui was beaten, fell to the ground, panting, coughing from time to time.

"Who did it. Wang Quan asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse, and he looked a little depressed in the large living room.

"It's not me, I don't know why I'm in the flue-cured tobacco room, I woke up last night in the flue-cured tobacco room, and I was looking for the door with your dad and Wang Hui in the middle of the night, and then I fainted, and then I didn't know anything. Zhao Junliang hurriedly spoke.

"It's not me, I don't know anything. Wang Hui struggled to get up from the ground, drenched by the rain, which made the mountain wind blow, shivering, but still insisted on refuting.

"It's just the two of you in the flue-cured tobacco room, and the door is locked inside, so it's not who else you are. Wang Quan shouted.

"It's not me, it's really not me. The two of them saw Wang Quan and Zhang Jianwei's fierce faces, and cried with a handful of snot and tears.

"I've called the police, the captain of the criminal police team is my cousin, and he told us to protect the scene and wait for them to come. Wen Muwei said at the door.

She was a little hesitant to go in, and when she saw that there were dead people inside, and Zhang Jianwei and Zhang Jianwei, who seemed to be about to lose their minds, thought for a long time, and finally said.

No matter what the reason is, before a thorough investigation, you shouldn't let your anger out, it won't help, this is also Wen Muwei's bottom line.

"Good, good, good. Wang Quan said three good words in a row and sighed. "Jianwei, you can divide them into the house, and wait for the police to come. ”

"Good. Zhang Jianwei agreed, divided them into two rooms, locked them in the guest room, and locked the door from the outside, as if he had forgotten, and it seemed that he had deliberately not untied the ropes on the two of them.

After dealing with this, Wen Muwei also hid in her house and disappeared, Zhang Jianwei returned to the big living room, not knowing what the police were going to do, so the two didn't dare to touch the old man's body, so they could only put it in the big living room, and then found a white sheet and simply covered the body.

"Jianwei, go back and change your clothes, don't catch a cold, wait for the police to come. Wang Quan sighed and said with a somewhat lonely expression.

"Yes, brother-in-law. Zhang Jianwei obediently came out of the big living room and went back to his room, which made it brighter and lighter outside.

Back in the room, Zhang Jianwei felt uncomfortable, just wanted to cry but had no tears.

Since his parents were buried, Zhang Jianwei felt that his tears were dry, there was nothing to cry about, there was nothing to cry about, and today his uncle died, and another person who was good to him left, he should cry, but he really couldn't cry.

turned on the light, the light was dim, I took a towel to dry the rain on my body, and when I looked up, I saw the mirror on the basin stand, and a scar appeared on my chest inexplicably, like a burn, but if I looked closely, it was a simple pattern of turtles and snakes.

Zhang Jianwei usually likes to read online novels, and instantly thought of the meaning of this pattern, Xuanwu, and suddenly thought that the original location of this pattern, that was the last thing handed over to him before the death of his parents, the talisman that he sought from Wudang Mountain, Zhang Jianwei secretly opened it, there was a signature in it, the signature was written, signed, suddenly a letter went down to the sky, the baby ship was fully loaded, if you ask everything to get to the bottom, it should always be a noble person to mention, and there is a metal style brand, and at this time, the amulet disappeared, but left a scar of turtles and snakes。

Facing the mirror, Zhang Jianwei subconsciously poked the scar with his hand.

In an instant, a white light flashed in front of him, and something that looked like a screen projection appeared, and then, a voice came from his ear, cold and sweet.

"Zixiao system, bind!"

Zhang Jianwei felt that he should be dreaming, but the cold air around him stimulated his body, making him clearly realize that this would be real all the time.

As soon as the voice fell, four small boxes appeared on the screen in front of him.

Quests, Positive Points, Malls, Treasure Chests.

There is a line at the top.

People have ghost hearts, ghosts wear human skins, clean the source, and Lang Qiankun.

There is one more sentence at the bottom.

Help them, or, join them.

Zhang Jianwei didn't know what to do next, he stretched out his hand and clicked a few times, the righteousness value, the mall, and the treasure chest couldn't be opened, and the task was a little bit, and a page appeared.

"The Kingdom of the Dead Soul makes a wish to find the real murderer. "There's a timer in the back, it looks like it's three days.

Other than that, nothing.

Zhang Jianwei stood in front of the mirror dumbfounded.

His uncle's wish is to find the real murderer, not to mention this, he also wants to do it, but Zhang Jianwei's brain is a little insufficient, and it took him a long time to react, so he is also a systematic person? Unfortunately, he is not excited and happy at all, if it is not for the purpose of finding the real murderer who killed Wang Guoliang, it doesn't matter if there is such a system or not, the whole world has abandoned him, why can't he abandon the world.

After a short sigh, Zhang Jianwei looked at this task, found the real murderer, why did he find the real murderer, Wang Guoliang himself didn't know, who killed him, he couldn't see it? The flue-cured tobacco room was locked inside and out, and there were only two people inside, either Zhao Junliang or Wang Hui, but what is this system, and what is the righteousness value. After the three-day countdown is over, if the murderer is not found, what will he do, help them, or join them, can't he solve the mystery, and he will die, so what will happen to Wang Guoliang's soul, continue to reincarnate or disappear with him?

With a question in his head, Zhang Jianwei felt that he had to think about it, but for no reason, a sense of urgency appeared.