The little fat man and Su Yu looked at each other and rushed down first, followed closely by Su Yu and Chang De.

The candlelight flickered and the scent of wax was slightly intoxicating.

Lighting engineer Xiao Jiang was lying in the middle of the hall, uncertain about his life or death.

"Xiao Jiang!" Changde was the first to rush over, feeling a little excited.

The little fat man looked calm. Today's experience taught him a truth: seeing may not necessarily be true.

He slowly walked over, and in order to verify the authenticity of the lighting engineer's body, the little fat man tentatively kicked his body with his feet.

"What the hell are you doing! You are still humiliating people like this after they are dead, are you still a scavenger?" Chang De pushed him away.

The sticky feeling of blood sticking to the soles of the shoes and the stiff feeling came. The little fat man was dumbfounded. He looked at Su Yu and said in a voiceless voice: "Su Zi, it seems to be real this time!"

Su Yu pried open the dead man's fingers, took out the walkie-talkie that he held tightly in his hand, and looked at it.

There were many wounds and marks cut by knives on the body of the deceased, and the fatal injury was in the throat, which had been minced with a knife.

"I can't do it anymore!" The little fat man held his tongue on the pillar and started the fountain show.

Seeing the little fat man vomiting, his physiological reaction surged, and the strong smell of blood made Su Yu couldn't help but hold his nose and step aside.

On the contrary, Chang De just knelt down on the ground weakly and kept muttering in a low voice: "Who did it? Who did it?"

By the end, it turned into yelling: "If you like killing, just come out and continue! Your grandpa is waiting for you in the hall! Come on! Is it still a man to run away after killing someone?"

"Brother Chang, stop shouting. It may not have been done by humans. There is really a ghost here!" The little fat man persuaded with a sad face, "If you really call that ghost, we can easily destroy it, Brother Chang!"

"Go away, you unlucky thing! I think you are neither a human nor a ghost!" Chang De's eyes were red and the veins on his forehead were exposed. He kicked the scavenger away in anger.

"It was man-made, and it seemed like a crime of passion. There were no wounds on the palms and backs of the deceased's hands, and there were only some blood stains, which shows that he did not resist at all. If he resisted, people's subconscious reaction would definitely be to use their arms to resist," Su Yu looked at

The two analyzed, "Judging from the situation at the scene, it seems that after Xiao Jiang was killed with one knife, the murderer was in a state of excitement and stabbed him multiple times."

"Does anyone in your film crew have a grudge against him?" Su Yu asked Chang De.

"Why do you ask that? Even if there is an occasional quarrel over work, you wouldn't kill someone with a knife, right?" Chang De asked in confusion.

"In this damn place, I can get close to someone and get stabbed without any defense. I can't think of any other possibility except that the person is someone I know well," Su Yu walked over and patted Chang De on the back and said,

"Just like this, you don't have any defense against me. Now let's go. People can't be resurrected after death. Find someone else to avoid someone else being poisoned."

"Ah!" Before he finished speaking, a shrill shout came from deep in the corridor, followed by the sounds of collisions and fighting.

Su Yu turned around, reacted instantly and rushed out.

"Fuck you, uncle! Come again! Fatty, I'm on fire!" The little fat man followed with a strong step, holding his sword.

When Changde was stunned, both of them disappeared.

"Brother, please rest here for now. When I take care of this matter, I will give you a grand burial. You will be able to leave with peace of mind." Chang De closed Xiao Jiang's eyes with his hands and took out his backpack.

He grabbed his Swiss Army Knife and chased the two in the direction they left.

After walking for about three to five minutes, there was still no sign of the two of them in front of me.

Chang De was a little anxious and tentatively called out: "Xiaodao, Su Yu?"

The only response in the empty corridor was his own echo.

Is this building that big? Changde was a little confused.

After being hit, people will make negative judgments about their own cognition and memory, which is a normal reaction of emergency syndrome.

Changde originally made horror live broadcasts. In order to avoid some vicious emergencies, Changde also gained a lot of knowledge about mental illness.

Now he can only rely on emergency syndrome to make himself feel at ease. After all, it is much more comfortable to explain things scientifically than to rely on ghosts.

While he was thinking wildly, there was a rhythmic crunching sound in front of him, and Changde quickly turned the flashlight to high-beam mode.

A door appeared at the end of the corridor, creaking in the wind.

"People are really mean. There are no ghosts. They only scare themselves." Chang De wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickened his pace.

Pushing open the rusted iron door, the cold wind blew through Changde's body.

Chang De looked down and saw that there was an external staircase outside the door.

These two boys ran out? Why didn't they call me when they went out? Changde thought suspiciously.

But if he hadn't gone out, someone would have said no to what he said just now, and since it was just such a road, the two of them must have gone down from here.

Changde thought briefly and walked directly down the stairs.

This place is on the west side of the building. Chang De walked around to the main entrance. When they came, the two cars they drove were still parked there, and their lights were on.

There is someone in the car.

Changde hid the Swiss Army Knife in his cuffs and stood in front of the car facing the headlights. He didn't dare to get on the car rashly. He wanted to stand here to make it brighter so that people in the car could notice him.

Wow.

The doors of both cars made noises.

The first person to jump out of the car was the lighting engineer Xiao Jiang, followed by the street sweeper.

Xiao Jiang rushed over and hugged Chang De, laughing and saying: "Hahaha, Brother Chang is scared, right?"

"Xiao Jiang, you, what's going on with you?" Monk Zhanger of Changde was confused.

The little fat man winked and said: "Brother Chang, you have been hunting geese all day long, and the geese pecked you! Seeing that you have been very busy recently, we have discussed playing something like this today to make your birthday unforgettable! Brother Chang

Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday!" everyone said in unison.

"You kid!" Chang De's nose felt a little sore, but the corners of his mouth curved, and he punched the scavenger on the chest with a neither soft nor hard punch.

He turned around and gave Xiao Jiang another shudder, pretending to be angry and scolding: "Little bastard, you look so good at pretending to be dead. Next time you play the role of a corpse!"

"Everyone is interested. You still remember my birthday. Let's finish work early today and find a hotel later to stay drunk!" Chang De waved his hand and said, "Get in the car!"

"That's it!"

Chang De finally felt relieved. As soon as he relaxed his body, tiredness came to him, and he closed his eyes in a daze.

The car drove for about ten minutes and arrived at a farmhouse with no village in front or any shops behind it.

This is the only one along the entire kilometer.

Chunxiao Farmhouse.

Changde looked around and wondered: "Why didn't I notice such a store when we came here?"

"Hey, when it comes to food, I have to have good eyesight, Fatty. When I came here, I saw sheep being slaughtered here. It's such a cold day to have a handful of mutton and drink some white wine, tsk tsk." The little fat man rubbed his hands and drooled.

It almost flowed to the ground.


Chapter completed!