I called my father and said that everything was fine at home. What happened was that my grandfather’s house used to live in was bleeding on the street. Before I could go in, I saw who died. I was brave and saw at least seven or eight people died in the yard, and I didn’t know how many people died in the house.

After making the call, I felt relieved a lot. After my grandfather got older, his children took him to their respective homes to live in. There was no one living in that house for at least ten years. It would be fine if the family members had nothing to do, and it didn't matter that the old house became a haunted house.

Is it because I was doing something shameful? If so many people died, it would be a big case. Now our old Bu family has been making trouble.

My car was parked downstairs, and my butt and my hips were blown away. The trunk was large and clean inside. There were repair tools, spare tires, and even my daughter's kite. The work was neatly placed aside, but the books I brought back from my hometown were missing.

I was also puzzled. I was still a thief and could enjoy the taste of stealing books.

Thinking of grandpa, he said, "If they want it, give it to them."

Everything is a coincidence.

I thought of the two pieces of jade, and when I looked through the glass, they were hung on the rearview mirror. I quickly took them out and carried them close to them.

I vaguely feel that they are the key to all of this.

Just as I was thinking about it, a phone call came in and it turned out that it was my uncle's phone number.

I answered the phone and said, "I know what happened at my uncle's house. I will go back and check it out immediately with the police. It's fine if the person is fine,"

The sirens sounded from far to near. The uncle was silent for a long time before he said, "Okay, pay attention to safety."

Yang Weilong turned on the police all the way, and the light rushed to me. Under the gaze of a group of melon-eating people, I got into the police car. There was also a female policewoman in the car, lowering her head and peeling an apple. She couldn't see her face clearly, but her chest was not small. On the way, I told Yang Weilong what my father said to me on the phone, about me

The car was stolen and lost, I just mentioned a bunch of old books I was going to sell from my hometown. As for the two pieces of jade, I didn't mention it, after all, I was not very familiar with him.

When Yang Weilong saw me looking at the policewoman who was peeling apples with his eyes from time to time, he introduced, "Zhu Huihui, call her Xiao Zhu, you can be a forensic doctor," I quickly turned around and shook hands with her.

She didn't reach out, but just raised her face and asked lightly, "Do you eat apples?" I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't do anything to suffer any losses, especially when women's words. The little girl didn't give her some great things, and she thought that Brother Fan's more than 200 pounds were grown by eating grass.

I sincerely said, "Xiao Zhu (Little Pig), I have never eaten apples since I was a child. Besides, it would be a pity for me to eat the fruits of your half-hour labor. Why don't I help you peel them! You've cut them too slowly."

In fact, it was just a satirizing her for being unscrupulous.

But when I looked at the apple she peeled, I was speechless.

This little girl has such a great sword technique. Not only does she peel the skin neatly and beautifully, but she even cut the flesh into a thin silver belt. It's amazing

She put the tray that holds apples in the middle of the front seat, pinched a head of the silver belt of the pulp, stuffed it into Yang Weilong's mouth and said, "I don't eat apples either, I just like to peel and play with it."

She wiped her hand on the back of the chair and reached in front of me and said, "My name is Zhu Huihui. You can call me Huihui or Xiaohui. When calling Xiaozhu, you should pay attention to your pronunciation." The threat was beyond words. When I called Xiaozhu just now, I used the sound of a pig.

This little girl is so powerful that I saw Yang Weilong sucking the apple belt in his mouth while holding back his smile.

I shook hands with her awkwardly.

"Huihui, you put on the plate of apples. I think it looks like the one used to put internal organs in the anatomy on TV," I said to her jokingly.

Actually, I want to disgust Yang Weilong and let you kid laugh at me.

Huihui said seriously, "Yes." Seeing Yang Weilong's face, she added, "I've sterilized."

I laughed out loud. She was very beautiful, and with a innocent and simple expression, your sister was so lethal.

If it weren't for the scalpel that was rotating in her hand, she would be like a little girl next door.

The car was very boring in the next time. Yang Weilong drove with a blue face and still sucked the apple strap in his mouth. Zhu Huihui closed her eyes and held the knife in her right hand with a very fast speed. Of course, it was the pointing slit.

But I wanted to talk but there was no good topic, so I had to close my eyes and rest. I thought about what happened just now, two pieces of jade, grandpa's ambiguity, secondly, the trunk that was pried, the stolen books, and the uncle's words to pay attention to safety

I gradually felt a little sleepy as the car bumps.

In a trance, I saw a skinless face, my eyes suddenly bulged out, staring at me, my whole face drooping on my chin. A long hole stretched from my neck to my stomach.

The trachea was as uneven as if it was bitten by a beast, and dark black blood flowed out in the form of foam. The strong sternum was split from it, and the dark red heart twitched slightly. There was also a long intestine hanging outside. From the broken stomach, you could see the undiluted instant noodles. He was lying on my face in a strange position.

His hands bent toward me,

I woke up with a "ah" sound. It turned out to be a dream.

I calmed down for a while and had arrived at my hometown. The car was parked behind my grandfather's old house. It seemed that the two guys had already entered.

When I walked around the main entrance, the police were carrying the body outwards. The road was filled with simple stretchers covered with white cloth. There were at least ten, and the white cloth was shockingly stained with sticky blood.

There is not a single person watching around. It is not that the people in our village are of high quality. After all, this is a murder scene, not a wedding, and some things are going to have nightmares.

There was no cordon at all. I walked straight to the yard and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties scolding a man in his forties in his white coat.

From their conversation, I vaguely heard words such as "collective, suicide," and I was stunned.

Yang Weilong called my name "Bu Yifan", and everyone present looked at me, making me at a loss.

He came over and took my hand, walked to the middle-aged man in his fifties and said, "Director Zhang, this is what I told you about Bu Yifan. He is very familiar with the scene of the murder. He grew up here before. Can he assist us in surveying the scene?"

The director glanced at me and said, "Be careful not to let him destroy the scene." After that, he continued to scold the person in a white coat.

Yang Weilong said to me, "The innermost room on the east side is locked. Is there any way to get in? Huihui smells bloody inside."

I felt a little depressed, and I didn't leave any verbal eloquence when I said it. "There is a smell of blood everywhere here. Can she tell where it is issued? Is her treatment standard calculated by the police dog?"

Just as I was talking, I suddenly felt someone was about to kick me in the back. It was an indescribable feeling. I instinctively turned to the side and turned around and saw a shame, angry, and surprised face, which was Huihui.

She seemed to be stationary.

I thought she was impressed by my agile skills. Seeing that she had no further actions, she was about to make a few words of teasing, but found that the focus of her eyes was not on me. Looking along with her eyes, she had a very twisted face, and when she looked closely, she looked a bit like Yang Weilong.

My eyes moved down, and a leg in flesh-colored stockings was passing through my waist, while my feet were three inches below Yang Weilong's navel. I had a cold war.

He hurried into the house and shouted, "Get out of here, I have a way to open the door."

The police saw that I was not wearing police uniforms, but those who could enter the yard were all their own people, so they were stunned for a moment and did not stop me.

I pulled a police officer who was squatting in front of the door and fiddling with iron wire. He was not dissatisfied with anything. He had already lost the person in front of the door for half an hour. I happened to save him, and he also found a place for himself and said, "I have opened the locks in front, so you can come on the rest."

I despised him without saying a word, and directly removed the right part of the two reliefs on the door, revealing a small round hole inside. I reached into a finger and pressed it down, and the door opened with a "bang".

"I have a few locks, just one door bolt." As I said, I pushed the door open. I was admiring his embarrassment, but when I turned my head, I saw something that scared me.

There was a corpse inside, looking at the posture, looking at the door, with no skin, only eyes bulging abruptly, supporting the ground with your left hand, and reaching towards the door with your right hand. What impressed me the most was that a ball of instant noodles flowed out of his broken stomach.

Bending like maggots.

I petrified for ten seconds, and my mind was blank.

When my brain restarted, I rushed out of the yard like a mad dog that had run away from my reincarnation. The guy's unscrupulous laughter came from behind. He hugged a tree and vomited even the bitter gallbladder. He kept retching. At this time, a white and tender little hand reached in front of me.

I gently wiped my mouth with a wet wipe, but there was an abstract tattoo on my forearm. I raised my head and was about to say thank you, but what caught my eye was a bloody face. Her left half of her face was beyond recognition. There was only a blood hole in her left eye, and white brain was gushing out from it. "Ghost," I shouted hysterically, and I felt a pain in my neck and fainted.
Chapter completed!