The Underworld Detective

It was not too early, we were going to stay in the murder house from now on. Huang Xiaotao asked the two policemen who guarded the murder house to buy some food, drink three sleeping bags and then get off work.

There are no other buildings around the place, there is a feeling of going into the middle of the night as soon as the day goes down, and there is no moon that night, and a car flashes by just a few minutes off the road.

The three of us laid the sleeping bags in the room where the deceased lived. Wang Dali sat on top of him, holding his shoulder in his arms. “Song Yang, are you sure you want to spend the night here? ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “How many times have you asked? Don't bother, eat first! ”

She opened the box of hot dry noodles, stirred up the sauce with chopsticks, and I ate some bread too. Wang Dali said: "Shit, can you both eat in this environment? Really strong.”

Staying here is mainly boring, and the phone doesn't dare to play. I'm afraid I can't reach the outside world without electricity. Huang Xiaotao has long been accustomed to this. She often stays in the car for a few days to stare at a suspect.

Wang Dali said he was going to go to the bathroom. Wang Dali asked me to stay with him. Huang Xiaotao laughed at him. “Are you still a man? Just go left. ”

“Well... if anything happens, I'll call you!” Wang Dali's tongue is a bit knotty.

When Wang Dali left, I took a new mug from my handbag: "By the way, the last time I broke you a mug, it was for you. ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “If you can't talk, won't you give it to me? Look how sincere you are, my sister laughs. ”

She unwrapped a bottle of green tea and poured it in, took a sip, and handed it over: "You haven't been drinking water, have you? ”

I quit or followed. The light sweetness left by the lipstick with the yellow peach on the cup made my cheek burn again. Then Wang Dali suddenly shouted and we rushed out.

When he came to the bathroom, Wang Dali was staring at the toilet and looked pale. He said that when he just sat on it, it seemed like a cold hand touched his ass, scared him to death and scared the shit back.

Huang Xiaotao covered his mouth and scolded: “You're disgusting! ”

Wang Dali cried a face: “Shit, you're a little sympathetic, isn't this weird? ”

I stared at the toilet for a while and said, "Probably a rat. The toilet is connected to the sewer. The place has been uninhabited for years, and the rat crawls out of here without any hesitation. ”

“No, no, I swear to God, it's one hand. It's horrible!” Wang Da shook his head vigorously.

At this time, a racket of leather balls suddenly came downstairs. Wang Dali was scared to scream. I was not scared by the sound. He shocked me. Wang Dali's teeth shook and said: “It's the ghost of the little boy! ”

The sound of patting the leather ball was very close and truly heard, especially in the old house of silence and darkness, even Yellow Peach was frightened pale.

And I looked at him and I said, "Let's go, let's see! ”

“Are you sure?” Wang Dali was shocked.

“It's not weird, it's self-defeating, it's not ghosts that are most horrible in a place like this, it's your imagination!” I said.

Huang Xiaotao twisted his eyebrows: “What if it's really haunted? ”

“So what? Ghosts are nothing more than a mental energy left in the sun, like video, that can't hurt people.” I explained.

Huang Xiaotao went to fetch the flashlight, and we went downstairs to check it out. He said it was together. In fact, they grabbed my clothes tightly behind them. Wang Dali was just so timid. Why Huang Xiaotao was so timid? She argued with her mouth that the environment here was so depressing that people had to be afraid.

I thought, the scared Huang Xiao Peach is pretty cute too!

When I went downstairs, the old stairs made a creaking sound. Wang Dali came downstairs in shock. I took a flashlight and the room was empty. I said: "Nothing...”

The voice just dropped, something hit Huang Xiao Peach's foot, she jumped scared, looked down it was a leather ball.

She picked it up and shouted in amazement: "How come a ball of leather didn't show up before cleaning up the scene? ”

“It's true! There's a ghost!” Wang Dali panicked and ran away.

“Would you two please stop making such a terrible scene?” I blame it.

At this point, there was a loud banging noise upstairs and some strange sounds, sounding like a woman laughing. The two people screamed, like stepping on a high voltage electric, and I was angry: "Let me go up there and check it out! ”

I rushed upstairs and found a door in the hallway that was supposed to be closed open, and I walked in alone, lighting it with a flashlight, and suddenly there was a chirping sound over my head, as if something had climbed down. A voice whispered in my ear: "Did he kill my son? Did he deserve to die? ”

When the voice spoke, there was no airflow, making my back sweat.

Before, I asked Wang Dali to buy me a bag of essential salt, so I could get rid of the evil. I turned around to get it, and suddenly one of my hands rested on my shoulder, as if a face slowly came together!

I dare not look back, I know ghosts like to shoot people in the shoulder from behind, and the moment I turn back, I blow out the sun flame on my shoulder, I said straight: “You are dead, there is no point in staying in love anymore, go and improvise. ”

That hand stopped on my shoulder for a while and eventually disappeared silently. This stuff is bullying and afraid of hardness. They won't dare touch you as long as they're not afraid of them!

When the phone suddenly rang, I heard the ringtone and knew it was Huang Xiaotao, because I set her a special ringtone. I thought Huang Xiaotao was downstairs. What phone call? Is something wrong?

With the bell ringing, and the sound of a racket of leather balls, the kid shows up again?

I quickly went downstairs and saw Wang Dali playing leather ball there. I yelled, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with playing with this? ”

“You shoot one, I shoot one, two children on the plane, you shoot two, I shoot two...” Wang Dali ignored me, clamped his throat and read the song, I had a chill in my back, I wondered if Wang Dali would have done something about it.

But his expression was very strange, and he nudged his mouth, squeezing his eyebrows to indicate one direction, and tears were trembling in his eyes.

“Song Yang! Song Yang!” A low voice called me.

Looking back, Huang Xiao Tao Cerser shuddered behind a pillar and waved at me.

I was about to go over there, and Wang Dali suddenly grabbed my sleeve and shook his head desperately.

I looked at Huang Xiaotao and wondered what Wang Dali was implying. Is Huang Xiaotao a ghost? I don't believe in ghosts!

Huang Xiaotao shouted in a very low voice: “He is not Wang Dali, stay away from him. ”

I waved Wang Dali's hand, he was still patting the leather ball, his eyes seemed to cry out, and he lowered his voice: “Sister Tao, there's a woman behind you, can't you see? ”

After such a reminder, when I looked at Huang Xiao Peach again, I found that there was a woman in white. The beard spread, with blood on her cheek and a bloody dagger in her hand, and the dagger rested on Yellow Peach's neck, but she herself was not aware of it.

I suddenly realized that the ghost had taken Huang Xiaotao and forced Wang to play her son.

And I said, “A glass of yellow wine to heaven and earth, and two tall incense to the ghost. Palm lights sweep out the night and wash the wrongdoings of Zhaoxue Songti. ”

The two of them were shocked. They probably thought that even I was evil. I walked to Huang Xiaotao as I read, pointing to the sword and drinking: “The Song family are here, the evils are dispersed! ”

“Ahhh! ”

The woman screamed and scattered like fog.