"But the death toll in the serial murder case next door was eight..." Mingyue couldn't help but speak.

The fortune teller had no time to think about the number of deaths, so she quickly spoke: "Have you finished asking?"

Chu Changge nodded.

"Okay, then we'll end," said the fortune teller, staring at the pen in his hand, "please leave."

If it were a kind-hearted Pen Xian, he would have left at this moment.

But Gu Mian waited for a long time, but he didn't see the candle next to him reignited. At the same time, he noticed that the invisible hand seemed to be even colder. He felt that he seemed to hold a piece of ice and his blood was almost frozen.

It doesn't want to go.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on the fortune teller's forehead, and she reiterated again: "Please leave."

Bixian still didn't respond, and at the same time everyone felt the temperature in the house suddenly drop, making people tremble.

"What's going on!" Zhuyuan opened his eyes wide and looked at Gu Mian and the others.

The sweat beads on the fortune teller's forehead suddenly slid down: "I said something might happen... After all, it turns out that it is a very dangerous thing to hire a Bixian..."

The room was terrible quiet, and the temperature was still falling, as if something was about to appear.

Grassland swallowed his saliva and took a step back, quietly touching the handle of the door, but was shocked to find that the door could no longer be opened.

No matter how hard you try, you can't push open the door in front of you.

None of them can leave.

"The door can't be opened!" Seeing this, he finally raised his voice and shouted at the others.

Mingyue immediately looked here, and the evil-believing little trotted over and twisted the handle hard, of course, not unscrewed it.

"What should I do?" Mingyue quickly turned around and looked at the others.

I saw that no one cared about the matter. The fortune teller was still staring at the pen in his hand, and the man wearing glasses was also staring at the side.

The doctor was in a mood to stretch out his other hand to touch the guitar bag next to him.

And the others actually looked like watching the fun.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mingyue felt agitation in her heart, these people...

Just as the temperature in the room had dropped to an extremely terrifying level, Chu Changge suddenly spoke: "He is going to come out."

Gu Mian looked at Chu Changge with some confusion, and saw a pale hand stretching out from his pocket.

Outside the dilapidated building, a tall and thin old man with gray hair was carrying a small stool behind his back, shaking his head and walking leisurely. At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the corner and suddenly pulled him into the darkness. Half a minute later, a terrifying body was added in the middle of the road.

Five minutes later, an aunt pushed her bicycle and came over and was startled by the corpse on the ground. She immediately took out the elderly machine and pressed the three buttons.

"What happened just now!" The grassland's back was tightly pressed against the door, swallowing saliva and looking at the people next to the table.

At this time, the temperature in the room had returned to normal, all thanks to a hand that stretched out from the beautiful Chu's pocket.

That's right, they saw with their own eyes a pale hand suddenly stretching out from the beautiful Chu's pocket, and it quickly held the pen.

At that moment, the cold breath around him disappeared without a trace, and the pale hand was also gone without a trace.

Chu Changge looked at the person at the door with a blank expression: "Nothing."

Looking at Chu Changge's face, the grassland shivered. He quickly turned around and twisted the door handle: "You are so weird, I'm leaving this ghost place..."

At this moment, the door was turned on by him. The grassland quickly ran away from the man who looked very ghost without hesitation.

Mingyue was obviously not happy to stay with them for too long. She glanced at Gu Mian and the others, and quickly left the grassland.

Little Rabbit Maple followed.

Suddenly, there were only six Gu Mian and others left in the room.

The fortune teller also looked at Chu Changge with great vigilance: "What did you come out of your pocket just now?"

Chu Changge pushed his glasses and reiterated it again: "Nothing."

"Is it a ghost?" Liu Ruyan suddenly spoke, "I don't know which ghost in the dungeon can be carried as a special item."

What? The fortune teller grew up slightly and said, "This is OK?"

Just when the fortune teller was surprised, Chu Changge suddenly stood up and frowned slightly into the bedroom.

Gu Mian put down the saw that had already been handed over and walked in. Chu Changge walked to the window and looked outside. At this time, Gu Mian also heard some sound, as if it was from downstairs.

There are no anti-theft windows installed outside the glass, so the scene outside is very clear.

I saw a group of old men and women crowded together and formed a circle, and there seemed to be a person lying in the middle of the circle.

Gu Mian, who had excellent eyesight, saw that the man in the middle of the circle seemed to be dead. He looked frightened and his limbs were twisted. He was a not-so-looking corpse.

Someone next to him covered his eyes with his hands, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the terrifying corpse.

At this time, the others also came to the window and looked at the corpse below.

"Is it a ghost?" Gu Mian stared at the corpse in the circle and frowned, "Now someone must have called the police."

The police will definitely come to this place soon, and there is still a body in their room.

"It's better to leave here soon," Gu Mian turned around and walked out of the bedroom, "or else I might have to experience something I've never experienced before."

The fat man scratched his nose: "I don't want to get into the bureau either...but where are we going?"

The fortune teller suddenly interrupted: "When we hired Bixian just now, didn't we ask about nine people who died in the murder case in the next city? But whether it was formal reports or rumor, the number of deaths was eight. What do you think about this?"

Gu Mian returned to the sofa and picked up the guitar bag: "Based on my years of experience in horror movies, the ninth person who was killed in the last group may have been killed after being killed, and it is now hidden among us."

In the previous batch of serial murders, players also died, and ghosts can completely wear the player's skin.

At this time, the fat man suddenly raised his hand: "Of course it can't be five of us. Five of us are a copy that matches together! I know the roots and the bottom."

The fortune teller showed a bitter expression: "Isn't that the only one left?"

"Of course the three who left just now are also suspected," said Gu Mian, suddenly stepped forward and patted the fortune teller's shoulder. "Although you don't look like a ghost, I still have to ask a question to test you."

The fortune teller stretched his neck slightly and listened carefully: "What's the problem?"

Gu Mian leaned closer and said softly: "Last time we spent the copy together, what color was the fat man's underwear?"

The fortune teller stood there in a daze.

"Last time I spent the copy together..." Isn't that the copy of the sweet lover? The fortune teller suddenly recalled, "Where is a fat man in that copy?"
Chapter completed!