Jasmine is dead?!

My heart felt like it was hit hard with a heavy hammer!!!

Hearing this sentence, I seemed to be even more exaggerated than Lao Chen. If there wasn't a door behind me that blocked my back, I might have sat down on the ground as soon as my legs went weak.

"You, you, you..." Old Chen's face also turned pale, and he looked at me with an even stranger look, "Do you think Jasmine's death has something to do with you?!"

"Of course not!!!" I immediately shook my head and retorted.

"Then why are you so nervous?!"

Thinking back to the police car that drove away from the door just now, the police must have come because of Jasmine's matter. I didn't want to cause trouble for myself, so I turned around and wanted to leave here quickly.

Lao Chen came around from behind the desk at a very fast speed and grabbed my wrist!

I usually see him with a puffy face and panting when walking, but I didn't expect that his hands are quite strong.

After being caught by him, I couldn't break free!

"Manager Chen, you...what are you going to do?!" I looked at Old Chen nervously.

"I remembered, yesterday you asked me about Jasmine. Please tell me what is the relationship between you and Jasmine, or I will call the police immediately!"

"Manager Chen, what are you talking about?" I was worried that Mr. Chen would misunderstand me, so I quickly explained, "I just met Jasmine for the first time yesterday morning. She took me to the 12th floor, opened the door and left. She even opened the door.

If I haven't even gone in, what does her death have to do with me?"

Lao Chen seemed to feel that he was too excited. He let go of me, walked to the door and took a look outside.

Most of the clerks have gone to run their business, and there are no people in the store.

Lao Chen closed the office door, and then told me in a low voice that he was actually not familiar with Jasmine, and Jasmine came to work in the store because of some connections from the headquarters.

At this point, Old Chen sighed: "Oh, you have worked under my hands for less than a month. I didn't expect that he would die at such a young age."

I asked Lao Chen: "You said Jasmine is dead, she...how did she die?!"

Old Chen shook his head: "How do I know? The police didn't tell me, and I didn't dare to ask..."

I continued to ask Lao Chen: "Is it homicide or suicide? The police should tell it, right?"

Although I asked this question, I actually felt in my heart that homicide was more likely.

Because I had contact with Jasmine yesterday. Although we only had contact for a short time, I felt that she was very normal and could not commit suicide.

Sure enough, Lao Chen told me that when the police came here to ask about the situation, they said that Jasmine probably committed suicide, but the possibility of homicide was not completely ruled out. After all, Jasmine's body was found in a river...

When I heard Lao Chen say that Jasmine was drowned, my head suddenly buzzed!

Recalling that at 12 o'clock in the morning last night, I received a WeChat message from Jasmine.

She said: I am so wet!

So that wasn’t an ambiguous statement?

It's because her whole body is soaked in water!!!

Maybe it was because he saw that my expression changed again and Lao Chen insisted on getting to the bottom of it, so I had no choice but to simply tell what happened yesterday...

I told him that after meeting Jasmine at the gate of the community in the morning, she took me to the room and only let me go in alone. She stood at the door the whole time.

After Jasmine left, I used my phone to take pictures of the entire house, and then I discovered the dark shadow on the balcony.

I was murmuring in my heart, so I sent a WeChat message to ask Jasmine if there was something wrong with the balcony?

As a result, Jasmine never responded to my message, but at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, she sent me a WeChat message, and it was still such a strange four-character text.

Lao Chen looked at me in disbelief, then he stretched out his hand and said, "Show me your phone..."

I took out my phone and clicked on WeChat. Jasmine’s message was still there. After reading it, Lao Chen turned pale with fright!

"This... this is impossible!" Lao Chen said tremblingly.

"What do you mean?!" I asked.

"The police came to ask questions just now. They said that Jasmine's death time was around 10 o'clock last night. How could she send you a WeChat message at 12 o'clock in the morning? By then, she should have been dead..."

When Lao Chen said this, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak anymore!

I saw a layer of cold sweat the size of peas appeared on his forehead, and I knew that the sweat on my face should be no less than his.

Wiping the cold sweat off my face, I asked Lao Chen in a trembling voice: "If Jasmine was already dead when she sent me a WeChat message, then what would it be that sent me a WeChat message..."

Lao Chen and I looked at each other, both pairs of eyes widening at the same time!

We all wanted to say one word, but we all tacitly closed our mouths at the same time and did not say the word "ghost".

It seems that as long as we don't say it out loud, this matter won't become so scary!

At the end of the day, Lao Chen and I have the same idea as to whether we should tell the police about these situations. We don’t want to cause trouble for ourselves.

Why?

My identity last night was that of a sleep tester in a haunted house, and Lao Chen was reselling the haunted house. It’s unclear whether this kind of business is legal, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to explain it to the police if they were all mouthy.

Fortunately, Lao Chen and I both have alibis.

I always live broadcast in that room and never go out. Those who watch my live broadcast can testify for me.

Lao Chen went home last night, and the only person who could prove that he was not present was his wife.

Although he did not have as many witnesses as me, Lao Chen had no motive for killing Jasmine.

Moreover, Lao Chen also said that after Jasmine left the store early in the morning and met me at the gate of the community, she never returned to the store.

Finally, Lao Chen and I discussed and decided to treat this matter as nothing happened.

I deleted the message Jasmine sent in the early morning, then went back and rested for a while. After the limelight had passed, Lao Chen would contact me again if there was any business.

I quite agree with Lao Chen’s suggestion. Anyway, I made money this time and didn’t suffer any loss.

So, in front of Lao Chen, I deleted all Jasmine’s WeChat messages from my phone.

I walked towards the door, and Lao Chen walked me out behind me.

When I reached the gate, I suddenly stopped and looked back at Lao Chen.

Lao Chen almost bumped into me, and he asked nervously: "What's wrong?!"

I looked around and saw that there was no one around, and deliberately lowered my voice and asked, "Do you think Jasmine's death is related to that house?!"

After waiting for a while, Lao Chen didn't answer me, so I had to ask again: "Manager Chen, what happened to that house that turned it into a haunted house? Can you tell me?!"

After hearing my question, Lao Chen frowned more and more. Finally, he pushed me hard out of the door and said, "Stop asking, this has nothing to do with you. Come on, come on!"

Presumably, Lao Chen will never tell me the truth.

I had no choice but to leave the real estate company, return to my rental house, and continue to work part-time as an art designer.
Chapter completed!