Chapter 124: Female ghost concubine

Yin Hui looked at it and found that it was a double bed with upper and lower bunk beds, so it could only allow two people to sleep. If three people were not allowed to sleep, there would be no space.

Just when I didn't know how to distribute it, the scalpel opened: "Yin Hun, go to the upper bunk to sleep. Huang Helou and I were squeezing underneath."

Seeing that Yin Hui had no other way, he couldn't sleep on the floor, right?

Besides, the floor in this bedroom is dirty and there is really no place to sleep.

Yin Hui didn't say much, so he didn't have to be polite with them.

I climbed to the upper bunk and fell asleep, regardless of how the two of them were assigned.

The next day, he opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping under the bed, which made Yin Hun feel shocked. He quickly raised his head, but suddenly touched the bed board. Yin Hun grinned in pain.

"Oh my mother, why am I under here?" Yin Hui cursed and then slowly came out from below.

He looked around and found that Huang Helou and Scalpel were both alone and one shop, just in time to fall into a sweet sleep.

Yin Hui was so angry that these two guys were really funny. "Haha, don't get me wrong, I moved you down." Suddenly, a weak and tender female voice came, which suddenly came out of the air.

Yin Hui was shocked and hurriedly used his yin and yang eyes to look at it. Unexpectedly, there was a beautiful woman standing in front of her, with a tall and thin figure, wearing a belly dance costume, and wearing a thick makeup on her face. The beautiful Xinjiang woman has fair skin and looks like a stunning beauty.

"Damn it." Yin Hui cursed: "Why are there female ghosts in this bedroom?"

Huang Helou and the scalpel, who were awakened by Yin Hun's voice, looked at Yin Hun curiously and asked, "What's wrong with Yin Hun, what are you scolding in the early morning?"

Yin Hui pointed to the woman in front of him: "Why do you and I have female ghosts?"

The scalpel suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I forgot to introduce it to you yesterday. This is my concubine, you don't have to worry about it. Come on, rub my legs."

"Yes, my husband." The woman made a fortune, then flew to the bed of the scalpel, and sat obediently on him and rubbed his legs.

"My husband, are you comfortable?" "Yeah, it's OK, it's better than yesterday." The scalpel nodded with great pleasure.

Yin Hui was frightened by the scene in front of him and stared at the scene blankly.

Huang Helou finally couldn't stand it: "Scalpel, hurry up and ask your concubine to get out of here. It's a big haunt in the morning, and you're just going to make a fortune!"

"Well, then okay, you go out first." The scalpel looked at the female ghost and then comforted her.

"As for orders, my husband." After saying that, the female ghost's body floated out of the door lightly.

The door did not open, and his body merged into the door like that.

"What's going on?" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel with her eyes fixed on her face: "Why does her behavior seem to be an ancient woman?"

"He was originally a female ghost from the Qing Dynasty!" The scalpel smiled smugly.

"The female ghost of the Qing Dynasty?" The scalpel was stunned for a moment: "The female ghosts of the Qing Dynasty were all very resentful. How could they serve you so willingly? Also, he was wearing a modern performance uniform. How could he be a female ghost of the Qing Dynasty?"

"Hey, isn't this simple? When he followed me, I wondered and asked him if he wanted to kill me. But she said that I was the reincarnation of his husband in his previous life. He agreed in his previous life that he would be a husband and wife in this life. Helplessly, how could I not agree to the good things that came to my house?'

The scalpel deliberately pretended to be helpless: "And the clothes on him, I was so excited that the performance costumes that the master of the paper-tabber man had pierced, costing me a lot of money."

The scalpel looked at Yin Hui with some distress: "It was probably because you slept in my place yesterday, and the female ghost was unwilling to share the same bed with you, so she naturally moved you down from above."

Yin Hui could only answer the scalpel with a wry smile.

"Yin Hun, where are you? Come out quickly." Conan Doyle's voice came from outside.

Yin Hui hurriedly opened the door, he didn't want Conan Doyle to worry about him.

When he saw Yin Hui walk out of the room of the scalpel and Huanghelou, he smiled slightly: "How is it, did you sleep comfortably yesterday?"

Yin Hui nodded helplessly and said with a very reluctant expression: "It's okay, it's quite comfortable."

Conan Doyle knew that Yin Hui was deliberately talking to the slander, and did not make any excuses. He just walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, and then picked up the files on the table and studied them carefully.

Huang Helou and Scalpel also walked out of the room and saw the yellow file bag in Conan Doyle's hand and asked, "Boss, who is that file?"

Conan Doyle answered in detail: "It is the file of Lao Zhao and the four mysterious missing people."

Hearing this, Huang Helou and Scalpel were both stunned for a moment, and then asked nervously: "Didn't we just say we don't care about that? And we can't control it at all."

Conan Doyle smiled miserably: "Although we can ignore this matter, the other case was assigned to us. According to our current investigation, the two cases are likely to be the same murderer."

"Same murderer?" Scalpel and Huang Helou were stunned for a moment, staring at Conan Doyle incredibly: "Same murderer? Then, this time we are going to have a life-and-death battle with them."

Conan Doyle ignored them and just looked at the files in his hands silently and studied them carefully.

The scrub supplies that Huang Helou and the scalpel were originally in their hands were also placed on the table next to them. They carefully came to the sofa opposite, picked up two other file bags from the table, and took them in their hands to observe carefully, trying to see any useful information.

"Boss, have you found any clues?" Conan Doyle asked.

"Well, the files of these missing people were blank forty years ago." Conan Doyle casually told them their discovery.

"Oh? The files from forty years ago were blank?" Both of them flipped the files in their hands in wonder and searched for the files from forty years ago, but they really couldn't find them.

"It's strange. Are there all the files of the four of them forty years ago?" Huang Helou asked unwillingly.

"Yeah, not either." Conan Doyle nodded with a heavy expression. Looking at his frowning brow, he knew that he had not found anything wrong again.

"It seems that the case this time is not that simple." Huang Helou coughed heavily, then picked up his phone and looked at a video inside.

The video is the video I saw in the hotel.

"If these two murderers are the same person, the case will be difficult." Huang Helou pursed his hair, then leaned over and fell on the sofa: "What do you think is his motive for killing? The files of these people forty years ago are unknown, so I don't know if they will continue to kill people in the future."

At this moment, Yin Hui interrupted all the speeches: "I remembered it, I think we can start with this."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"Maybe we can trace who the next person to die. If we can find the next person to die, will the case be much easier soon?"

Yin Hui spoke confidently.

"Tsk, you're right, but how do you track down the next damn person?" The scalpel obviously felt that Yin Hui was talking nonsense.

"It's very simple. I looked at their files. The order of death is that older people die first, while younger people die later. Let's go to the archives to check the files of people of similar age. If the files and this files were blank forty years ago were all blank, it is likely that they would be the next victim."

"Oh, by the way, why did I ignore such an important thing?"
Chapter completed!