The Underworld Detective

In the middle of the conversation, suddenly there was a grudging voice in the bed: "Don't come over, don't come over, don't eat my body, get lost, you disgusting maggots! ”

Although there were six people in the house, the sound seemed strange at first sight. I have heard countless lies, and the hopelessness and sorrow revealed in this passage are spontaneous, not acting at all.

Zhang Chengfeng slapped the bed board: “Ding Xu, why are you crazy again? Get up and see who we invited? ”

The man in the bed sat up, he was a five big, three chunky boy, slightly fat, but the eye movement stripped off was a woman and looked particularly unwieldy. He glanced at me, suddenly covering his face with his hands, screaming out loud: "Get out, get out, you're so hot! ”

Lo Youyu whispered: “Don't be weird, he is not polite to anyone. He yelled at the boarding housekeeper this afternoon...”

I nodded, “Can you excuse me? I would like to ask him a few separate questions. ”

The people exchanged their sights and Wang Dali asked: "Including me? ”

And I said, "Yes! ”

The four of them left and instantly took the dormitory door with them. Ding Xusher shook his quilt, shrunk to the corner of the bed and looked at me with a full look of fear.

Rationally, I don't believe in possessing such things, but being possessed by ghosts is often a strong psychological suggestion to play a role unconsciously. My grandfather ran into a village girl in the northeast who was possessed by a fox fairy a long time ago, and there was nothing wrong with inviting a lot of witch shemale at home, because at that time my grandfather and the public security organ cooperated, and the villagers felt that he had a royal aura on him, so they rushed to the doctor and invited him here.

My grandfather briefly investigated the room and suddenly pushed the kerosene lamp on the stove into the wood pile. The village aunt jumped out of bed immediately to put out the fire because her private room money was hidden under the wood pile. My grandfather took advantage of the heat of the railroad to teach her a few words, and her insanity suddenly got better.

What is this principle?

Because if her consciousness is a fox fairy, it is impossible to know where the village aunt's private room money is hidden, which proves that she is not actually possessed, just because she has a bad relationship with her husband and wife, resentment has accumulated in her heart for a long time, borrowing the fox fairy possessed to dissatisfaction.

I decided to follow Grandpa's example, with the spear of the child, the shield of the child! Since he said that he was a miserable woman, I followed that line and asked him to reveal a rupture and then self-awareness collapsed.

I looked into Ting Xu's eyes and said, "What's your name? ”

He screamed, "Get out of here! I don't want to talk to you. ”

I said weakly, "If you don't cooperate, I'll stay here tonight. ”

Ding Xu bit his lower lip and stretched his hand to the corner of his hair, but he clearly had short hair. A moment later, he grudgingly said: “My name is Autumn Evening Xia, I am twenty-four years old, and I am… a hotel attendant. ”

I continued, "How did you die? ”

He answered with his head down: "He was killed. ”

And I said, "Which year? Who is it?"

Ding Xu screamed in his ear: "Don't make me think about it! Please!”

And I said, "Do you want to make it right?" Say it, I can help you. ”

“I…” Ding Xu's lips trembled and hesitated for a long time before his eyes became firm: “I don't want to be wronged, I just want to get an early birth! Even though he killed me, I still love him. ”

I said, "I can give you an abortion, but you have to cooperate with me. Who killed you? ”

Ding Xu replied: "Brother Badao! ”

Speaking of this‘ name ', his cheeks were a little red, like a shy girl. I got goosebumps and I still had nothing on my face: “What's my real name? ”

“I don't know, President Xu asked me to be his lover. Brother Badao was handsome and bossy and rich. I fell in love with him unconsciously. He said he would marry me and be good to me for life. Then he knew I was a spy, and he killed me. I died the other night. ”

Ding Xu covered his face again and cried.

I had a twitch in my cheek and the story was quite like that. Enough with a Marissou novel. I coughed and continued to ask: "What year did you die? ”

He replied without false thoughts: "The year the yuan joined the SDR, Brother Badass was happy that day and opened a bottle of Rafi to celebrate. We were drunk and worked up in the office.” As he spoke, his cheeks were red and his hands slowly reached down, as if they were rejuvenating the night.

I recall that that was news in 2015, and joining SDR meant that the RMB had the right to world circulation, which meant a lot to businessmen, and might not be as important to ordinary people as the success of the Winter Olympic Games that year.

I interrupted him and said, "That's 2015. What were you wearing the day you died? ”

“Chanel's peach knitwear, Levi's white jeans, a pair of white Gucci sneakers wore the Givenchy bag he gave me and a bow tied to his head," he replied. ”

He said it out loud, naturally, not at all like he was lying, but I caught a contradiction: "This is spring, right? ”

He said, "Yes! ”

I sneered: “The renminbi joining the SDR was in December, and you two rolled out of bed that day, but you died in the spring, didn't he? ”

I thought this bug was enough to knock on the mountain, but he answered with a very natural look: "It's spring clothes, because I don't have to wear a down jacket indoors, and his office has a warm floor. ”

I admit he answered naturally and went on to ask, “Which company? ”

Ding Xu smiled and said in a nasty manner: "Hmm, I won't tell you! ”

I cursed in my heart and was quite alarmed, so I continued to ask, "Can you describe your death? ”

Ding Xu suddenly looked panicked and covered his chest with a quilt. Cerser shook and said: “He knew my true identity that day, yelled at me as a liar, kicked me to the ground, kicked me for a long time, put red wine in my nose, the nose smelled of blood and wine, red in front of me. He cut my stomach with another pair of scissors, stuffed a hamster in my womb, and he was afraid I'd die, and he injected me with drugs, and I couldn't feel the pain anymore, but I could feel the mouse drilling around my womb, drilling around. I was taken to a desolate place, lying in the car like a puppet, watching him go down and dig the dirt, then he grabbed my hair, scolded me as a watch while dragging me out, throwing me in a pit and burying me alive..."

The process of death was so clear that I could hear the chills on my back, and I said, "Why would a murderer put a mouse in your stomach? What's the special point? ”

He replied, "He tortured me with this method because he knew he was not fertile and that the child I was carrying was not his. ”

“Whose kid is it?” I asked.

Ding Xu covered his stomach: “President Xu, but I don't love him. He just used me as a tool and a toy! ”

“Who is President Xu?” I ask.

“All I know is that his last name is Xu, and he put me next to Brother Badao as a spy. ”

My eyebrows are locked, all this is completely dripping, impeccable, even I am a little helpless, there is only one way to break his fantasy, I coldly said: “Take me to your body! ”