Here Lies The Wicked

This is a typical single-storey landing house.

However, when Fang was about to knock on the door, he only saw his eyebrows wrinkled.

“Old Goddess, do you smell a strange smell standing at the door?” Fang is looking at the old god stick.

It's sunny, big day.

The sun is shining.

The old god stick was puzzled: "No, I didn't smell anything. ”

After that, the old priest slapped his nose wings and tried to smell the air.

“Oh, don't smell it.” Fang Zheng did not explain much. Instead, the old god said that Fang Zheng god was nagging. He spoke in broad daylight.

Later, they knocked on the door several times, but nobody came out to open the door.

The two of them turned to the back door. The back door was locked.

“Is Zhang Jiu not home? ”

Fang Zheng and the old god stick only knew that Zhang Jiu worked as a security guard at the quarry. As for what Zhang Jiu's parents did, neither of them knew.

So I don't know if Zhang Jiu's parents are home at this point.

“What's next? ”

“Looks like nobody's home? ”

The old god stick looked at the square, and the square was always thinking about the strange smell I had smelled before, which was coming from Zhang Jiu's house.

Fang is practicing martial arts, ordinary people do not smell it, but it is not surprising.

Because the smell was faint enough that he wouldn't have smelled it if he hadn't gone near the door.

At this time, the old clergyman once again played the strengths of his sharpened lips when he used to run in the river and lake. Soon after, he heard news about the Zhang Jiu family from nearby people.

“Zhang Jiu hasn't been home for some time.” When the old priest came back, he shook his head in the direction.

“According to people living nearby, I haven't seen Zhang Jiu in at least two or three days. Neighbors suspect that Zhang Jiu may be living in a quarry or at the home of a friend outside. ”

“Since Zhang Jiu's parents happened to be away from home during this time, they heard that Zhang Jiu also had a college sister studying in the field. His sister encountered telecommunication fraud and his parents could not rest assured that a girl was out, so they have been looking for Zhang Jiu's sister outside for several days. Zhang Jiu has a handicap and is inconvenient to eat alone. Probably because of this, I haven't seen Zhang Jiu come back for a while. ”

Zhang Jiu hasn't come back for a few days?

Fang glanced at Zhang Jiu's door and remembered the strange smell he had smelled before. He said to the old god stick: "Old god stick, help me look at the wind. ”

“What?” The old priest hasn't reacted yet. Fang has opened the back door of Zhang Jiu's house with a sharp ghost knife.

The old baton shook his old flesh in his face.

Can he prepare himself a little beforehand, so unprotected violence enters the house, one of his old hearts can't stand the shock.

The old god club rushed into the house nervously, making a thief's heart empty, deeply afraid to be seen, as a burglar in the burglary.

Burglary shall be punishable by imprisonment for a term not exceeding three years or a term not exceeding three years but not exceeding 10 years.

Carrying a control knife with him is punishable by five days' detention and a fine of 500 and, in aggravating circumstances, by imprisonment for a term not exceeding three years.

The old god stick felt that if he followed Fang Zheng again, his old bone, sooner or later, would be in prison with him.

The old god stick bit his teeth. As soon as he entered Zhang Jiu's house, he immediately felt Zhang Jiu's family's yin qi was particularly heavy. For example, he was overrun by electric current, and his hair rose upside down and his goose bumps exploded.

“The evil doors of this house are very good. It seems that no one has come in for days. The house is very depressing. ”

“Old Dao, when I entered this room, I felt particularly shady. I always felt like I was lying behind my back, blowing cold air at my neck. ”

The old god club shook a shake, scared him to look back, a tense quail appearance, then hurried to chase the upper figure.

After Fang entered Zhang Jiu's house, the odor smelled in front of the door was even more intense.

His whole body was tight, he had a ghost knife in his hand, he was ready to cope with the emergency and then he followed the odor straight to one of the rooms on the second floor.

Because of the long absence of the owner, the windows in the house have not been ventilated for a long time, replenishing the sun, the sun, the house is, as the old god said, depressed and very shady.

Especially up to the second floor, the windows are blocked by thick curtains, the sun does not shine, and the shadows are like stepping into a dark ghost isolated from the outside world.

It was like throwing stones into Ping Lake, stirring up the original tranquility of the haunted world.

“Little brother, do you smell a stench, like, like..." The follower went up to the old god stick on the second floor and suddenly became nervous, close to the other side.

“The body stinks.” Fang is calmly adding.

The old god stick had an ugly face like a chrysanthemum. When he came to the second floor, even the old god stick smelled the corpse smell in the air.

This is a hidden door, squeaky, pushing open the door, but it's dark inside, and thick fabric curtains completely isolate all the outside sunlight.

The smell of corpses emanates from this room.

The cell phone flashlight was turned on and no body was found in the room. Instead, several photographs of men were posted on the bedside wall.

These photographs are all of the same man, around the age of twenty-seven or eight, with a face resting on the lens and no smile on his face.

And in these pictures, there's also a family blessing, a typical four-person home.

A pair of elderly parents face the camera with a slightly restrained and happy smile. Standing beside a son and a woman, men still smile in the family's well-being, with a little impatience in their eyes, and seem to be in character rebellion. And the girl is a high school girl of standard beauty, bright smile, sweet, with a vibrant youthful vibe.

“This person in the photo should be Zhang Jiu, eh, Zhang Jiu in the photo, hands are not disabled yet?” The old god stick said in astonishment.

And that girl, that should be Zhang Jiu's sister.

This room looks like Zhang Jiu's bedroom.

Next, Fang Zheng and the old god stick carefully searched Zhang Jiu bedroom, and none of them found the source of the stench, that is, the body.

However, Equator's acute five senses found the body smelled worse as he approached the bed.

The closer you get to the back of the bed, the stronger the smell.

Seeing Fang standing in front of the bed, the old clergyman seemed a little overnervous, deliberately looking for a relaxed topic to say: “I saw a news report the other day. After a man hit five people and eight cars drunk, the police couldn't catch him. Finally, I found the driver hiding in the cab nightstand for nine hours...”

The knife flashed.

The back of the bed was split into two parts, and a dark, smelly, headless corpse came out.

“Holy shit! ”

The Old Goddess was scared to death.