My House of Horrors

Tension slowly moved his footsteps, he dared not turn his back on Chen Song. After seeing Chen Song enter the house, he added with that shady voice: “Don't close the door and breathe. ”

“Boom!”

Chen Gong locked the door backwards and entered the house with a broken skull hammer. He looked around.

Rooms are cramped with ordinary pieces of furniture with a stinking smell of inferior smoke.

There is an iron plate on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts, and you can see a lot of ash next to the couch and a small hole that was accidentally burned out.

“Do you like smoking?” Chen Gong moved a chair to the living room near the door of the room, as if he had returned to his own home.

“Is that the first question?” Zhang Li pulled his face and stood next to the coffee table, feeling that he was very constrained.

“Whatever I ask, you answer, and it's for your own good.” Chen Gong looked at the cigarette butts on the iron plate, many kinds, but the price was cheap.

“For my sake?” The tension took a few steps back, leaning against the edge of the window sill: “What do you really want? ”

Chen Guo took out the security badge in his pocket and put it on the coffee table and put away the broken hammer: “Who's the woman you went to the haunted house with this morning? ”

“My sister, she had recently resigned and was in a bad mood, which is why I took time off to play with her in paradise. ”

“When you two entered the haunted house, why did you intentionally avoid the students of Jiujiang Forensic Medical School? Are you worried about being recognized?” Chen Gong knitted a big net for Zhang Li, waiting for the tension to enter before slowly tightening.

“Those students don't like me, and if they recognize me, it can be troublesome.” Tension took a breath: “And my sister and I got used to it. ”

“Get used to what?” Chen Song found something in Zhang Li's words, as if he was hiding something else.

“My sister went to school at Jiujiang College of Forensic Medicine because she had a problem with one thing and another girl at school, and the next day, coincidentally, the girl disappeared.” Tension fingers slowly: “Since then, there have been rumors in the school that the girl is missing in relation to my sister. ”

This is quite a coincidence, otherwise Li Zheng would not have listed Zhang Shihan and Zhang Li as suspects.

Chen Song nodded: “What did the students say? ”

“At first, the bastards knew they were talking behind my sister's back, and then they just talked out loud in front of my sister, saying that the girl had become more depressed as a result of a fight with my sister, and then committed suicide; and then they simply said that my sister was a murderer and my sister hid the girl.” Speaking of tension, pull a packet of cigarettes out of your pocket and take out a light.

The smoke rose and tension made me feel a little better: “Many of the students who used to play well with my sister left her. During that time, my sister was about to collapse. She even went to various parts of the school to find the missing girl herself. Unfortunately, she never found it. ”

“No wonder you're so cold with students at Jiujiang Forensic Medical School, I didn't expect these things to happen again.” Chen Gong looked at Zhang Li and he spoke after half a day: "The police have contacted me. You and your sister were both key suspects in the murder of the missing girl. Their suspicions are not unreasonable, and your suspicions are truly the greatest in terms of motive, time and ability. ”

“We didn't kill anyone! That girl's disappearance has nothing to do with us!” The tension was irritating, but I didn't dare to reveal it. I could only bite the cigarette butt out of my mouth and breathe it out.

“I know you didn't kill, the real killer wasn't you, you were just being exploited.” Chen Gong now heard Zhang talk about what happened back then, he realized how thoughtful the people who set up the bureau were. Not only did he handle all the clues, but he also used those students who didn't know the truth to get two scapegoats out and steer the police in the wrong direction.

When Zhang Li heard Chen Song say in a very positive tone that the real killers were not them, the man with a very bad personality looked at Chen Song with some surprise, and suddenly he felt that the man in front of him was not so abominable.

“You are on leave today, so it is not clear that the body of the missing girl has been found and that the murderer has surrendered.” Chen Song didn't hide anything.

“Who's the killer!” Zhang Li extinguished the cigarette and walked to Chen Gong.

“The staff in your school dressed like Liu Zhe. ”

“Liu Zhe!” It seems somewhat unacceptable that tension should remain in place.

“Liu Zhe is just one of the murderers, and another one has not yet been found. All we know now is that the other murderer is related to the underground morgue. ”

“You guys?” Zhang Li perceived the strange language of Chen Song.

Chen Gong's expression instantly became more serious, pointing to the unlocked door: “Don't tell anyone what I'm saying to you. ”

Zhang Li nodded nervously: “I live in my household on this floor, don't worry about who will hear me, I will never tell the third person. ”

“That's fine.” Chen Guo took out his cell phone to show frequent phone records between himself and the Yan team of the city bureau, Li Sanbao of Xicheng police station, and a group of detectives, Li Zheng, and slowly said: “In fact, I am an informant arranged by the police to cooperate with many investigations. ”

Zhang Li seemed to understand nothing, and he didn't know why. He gradually felt that Chen Song could still be trusted.

“You and your sister are in a bad situation.” Chen Song immediately threw another heavy message: “Now there is another murderer who has not been caught, the situation is still very dangerous, he is very familiar with Jiujiang Forensic Medical School, should be hidden beside you, for the time being we are not sure who, in order not to cause panic, so I will come here, I want to find you some information. ”

“I'll tell you everything I know.” The tension was not so depressing, and he sat next to Chan Song with a completely different attitude.

“We need information about underground cadavers, as detailed as possible.” Chen Song is also welcome, just ask.

“Didn't the school give you a copy the last time you came here?” Zhang Li is a little confused, but he still chooses to believe Chan Song: “There are old architectural drawings of the morgue in the library archives, and I can take some pictures for you if you need them. ”

“Architectural drawings are just one aspect.” Chen Gong wasn't satisfied: “After all these years as a security guard at school, did you find anything strange running out of the underground morgue? Or have you encountered anything stranger? ”