"No!" Lao Chen immediately shook his head and retorted.

I still encouraged him with disbelief: "This is possible, and I can understand it. Are they all men?"

"This really doesn't exist!!!" Lao Chen said, patting his thigh with his hand.

"Humph, you don't admit it," I snorted coldly, and asked directly, "There is nothing between you, so why does she always look for you?"

Lao Chen raised three fingers and said to me sincerely: "Xiao Ma, I swear to God, Jasmine and I have the purest relationship as colleagues. I haven't known her for more than a month. All I have said to her together.

It’s not more than a hundred sentences, and...I...I love my wife very much..."

Seeing that Lao Chen looked so nervous and so sincere that he almost cried, I didn't know what to say.

I once watched an old Hong Kong movie, and it was said in the movie that middle-aged greasy uncles are most likely to provoke those dirty things, especially men like Lao Chen who are fat and bald.

"Well, it doesn't make much sense whether I believe it or not. Just have a clear conscience." I nodded to Lao Chen and continued, "If you have never owed Jasmine, then if she insists on pestering you, you

There’s no need to be nervous. As the saying goes, if you don’t do something bad, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.”

"Yes, yes, you are right to the point. I have done nothing wrong, so why should I be afraid of her, regardless of whether she is a human or a ghost!"

What I said just now seemed to really put Lao Chen at ease, and the look on his face became much more relaxed.

However, the relief on Lao Chen's face did not last long. He shook his head vigorously and said: "No, no, no, although I haven't done anything bad, if Jasmine always comes to me, how can I bear it? You

Look, these days, I haven’t sold my house, I haven’t made any money, and I feel like a ghost or a ghost. Have I had enough of this kind of life?”

What Lao Chen said is right. Looking at his face, his face looks dark, his eye circles are blue, and the hair on his head, which was not much in the first place, seems to be less than half of what it was a few days ago.

He looked like he had been struck by something evil!

Lao Chen asked me to give him an idea, but where did I get the idea?

I was annoyed by his question, so I had to stand up from the bed, walk around the room twice with my hands behind my back, and then asked Lao Chen: "Is it possible that she wants you to help her fulfill her wish? After all, you used to be hers."

boss?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it too, but I'm not familiar with her. What can I do to help her?"

Suddenly, an idea suddenly came to my mind. I stared into Lao Chen's eyes and asked, "Could it be Jasmine who wants to tell you who her murderer is?!"

"No, no, the police told me at the time that Jasmine might have committed suicide. Where could the murderer come from?"

I followed Conan's example, raised my hand and touched my chin and smiled: "Haha, suicide. Do you really believe that Jasmine committed suicide?"

Lao Chen's face stiffened for a moment before he asked: "You...what do you mean?!"

"If it was suicide, would it be necessary for the police to come to you for questioning several times?"

When I continued to ask this question, Lao Chen lowered his head, speechless for a moment, and kept making "hissing" sounds from his mouth.

I remembered something again, and then asked Lao Chen: "By the way, when the police took you for questioning, didn't they reveal any details to you?"

"No!" Lao Chen raised his head and replied.

"So, what did they ask you?"

"They weren't asking about Jasmine..."

"Then what did they ask?"

"They asked me about reselling the haunted house..."

"What, is it illegal to resell a haunted house?"

"How could it be illegal?" Lao Chen straightened up and explained, "Normal houses can be resold, but who stipulates that houses where someone has died cannot be resold?"

When I heard it, it seemed to be the same reason. Haunted houses are not stolen goods, and buying and selling such houses should be considered a reasonable and legal transaction.

However, the name "Haunted House" sounds a bit scary, and few people are willing to come into contact with it, so it seems particularly mysterious...

Lao Chen patted his thigh hard and said to me: "No, our topic has strayed. Aren't we talking about Jasmine?"

I shrugged and said to Lao Chen: "Let the police solve the case. If Jasmine is really a homicide, the police will not let go of any details..."

When I mentioned the word "details", for some reason, Lao Chen seemed to twitch all over!

He suddenly raised his head and said to me: "Oh, Pony, I...I seem to have suddenly remembered a detail..."

"What details?!" I asked.

"When I saw Jasmine in the bathing town, she...she seemed to be saying something to me?!"

"Really, Jasmine spoke to you?" I asked with great energy.

"Um……"

"What did she say?!"

"I... I was so scared at the time that I fell off the bed and was thrown. My whole head was confused. I only remember that her lips moved and I couldn't hear what she was saying!"

"You think about it more carefully?"

Lao Chen lowered his head, pinched his temples hard, and tried to remember: "I didn't hear what she said clearly. Her voice was not loud, but her mouth was half open at that time.

It seems to be saying a word..."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't hear it!"

"Okay, you learn that mouth shape, and I'll help you guess..."

Lao Chen recalled it again, then slowly opened his mouth, his upper and lower lips pursed together, as if he was about to kiss me.

I took a step back, looked at Lao Chen's mouth movements, and imitated his actions.

As a result, a "he" sound came out of my mouth?

Oh?!

Yes, that’s the word!

If you don't believe it, you can open your mouth and say this word, look in the mirror and see if your lips are pursed?

"Xiao Ma, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, did you make such a sound?"

"It seems so, but what does this mean?"

Lao Chen kept making "heh...heh...heh..." sounds from his mouth, one high and one low, which sounded strange.

But when Lao Chen said "he" twice, my head buzzed!!!

I understood, if Lao Chen read it correctly, Jasmine’s ghost really made this mouth shape and sound, then what she said was not the word "he", but "river", the "river" of "river water".

That's right, the word "river" is closely related to Jasmine's death!

Why?!

Because Jasmine’s body was found in a river!
Chapter completed!