With Wu Sidong's banging goal, it seemed that the scale of victory in the bet was tilted towards him, but he never expected that Ling Fan actually shot a three-pointer in an instant, and when the crisp sound sounded
After that, three points were recorded in Ling Fan's account, and Wu Sidong's mouth was opened wide as if holding an egg, and a look of surprise appeared from his eyes.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I got three points, three to two, I won. Now our bet can be fulfilled." Ling Fan looked at Wu Sidong's dejected expression and smiled.
"Um...well, forget it, who made me blind? I didn't realize that you were an outside shooter." Wu Sidong looked at Ling Fan helplessly, then spread his hands: "It turns out just now
You showed that being tired was just an illusion, and you even took it into consideration."
Ling Fan smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me the clues you know. I want to know what else you are hiding from me."
After Wu Sidong thought for a long time, he finally raised his head and looked at Ling Fan and said, "Okay, although I originally didn't plan to tell the police about this matter, since I have lost to you now, I, Wu Sidong, am willing to admit defeat!" Just as Wu Sidong was about to tell him that night
When he didn't even tell him about seeing Liu Ziyang in the living room, a phone call rang quickly from his pocket.
Wu Sidong hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket, frowned, and then said sheepishly to Ling Fan: "Sorry, I have to answer the phone first, and I will tell you what happened when I come back.
please wait for a moment."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy, we have plenty of time." Ling Fan said with a smile.
However, no matter how smart Ling Fan was, he never thought that this conversation would be the last conversation between him and Wu Sidong. If he had stopped Wu Sidong from calling or following him, then this tragedy would not have happened. But it was also
Because of this incident, Ling Fan once again revealed the true identity of the mysterious murderer 'Table Immortal'.
Ling Fan picked up the basketball on the ground and looked at the boy on the phone in the willow forest from time to time. Seeing that he didn't seem to be finishing soon, he started playing basketball on the basketball court.
The sound of the basketball hitting the ground couldn't help but filled Ling Fan's ears, and an hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to see a tall figure wearing a white shirt running on the basketball court, flashing, moving, and making layups.
, the movements are done in one go like flowing water.
The dreamy man in the white shirt turned around and looked at Ling Fan with great affection. The smile on the corner of his mouth was so familiar.
"Brother..." Ling Fan suddenly cried out, hazy mist covered Ling Fan's eyes, and the basketball in his hand fell to the ground with a bang and rolled towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng walked over with a smile, bent down and picked up the basketball. He held the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Afan, why are you still so crying? Do you want to play another round with my brother?"
An extremely confident expression appeared on Ling Feng's face, as if no one in this world could beat him, but there was also a love for Ling Fan in his confidence, which was the love for Ling Fan's family.
Ling Fan's face was full of joy. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his eyes and said unconvinced: "I am not crying. You are wrong. I am crying!"
"Haha, are your eyes still sweating? Afan, you are really special." Ling Feng smiled.
"Huh, don't tell me anymore. Don't you want to challenge me? I will definitely beat you this time!" Ling Fan looked at the hazy white figure in front of him and said, as if he didn't realize that what he saw was just
An illusion.
Ling Feng still had Hexi's smile on his face. He grabbed the basketball with one hand and said, "Afan, let's play a game." After saying that, Ling Feng threw the basketball in his hand to Ling Fan.
"Okay, brother, I won't be like before in this regard..." Ling Fan looked at Ling Feng with a smile as he was talking, but felt a strange feeling under his hands, and felt something sticky coming from behind the basketball.
The blood flowed in his hands, and the basketball in his hands seemed...
Ling Fan felt suspicious and hurriedly lowered his head to examine the basketball in his hand. He was almost shocked when he saw that the thing in his hand was not a basketball, but a human head with five finger holes scratched on the top of his head.
The head of the head, but the owner of the head is-Wu Sidong!
I saw Wu Sidong's head jumping in Ling Fan's hand, then he raised his two gray eyes like dirt and stared at Ling Fan, and said in a very strange way with his bloodless lips: "I have already
Dead! I am already dead! You must avenge me! Revenge!"
"ah----"
Ling Fan was so horrified that he immediately threw away the head in his hand. After he calmed down, he looked at Ling Feng and found that Ling Feng had disappeared. He was the only one standing empty on the basketball court, but the head was now there.
It was gone, only a basketball was rolling on the ground.
It turned out that everything was just an illusion. Ling Fan sighed heavily, and then an ominous premonition struck Ling Fan like lightning. Recalling the illusion just now, his heart couldn't help but twitch.
'No, why hasn't Wu Sidong come back yet? It doesn't take so long to make a phone call!' Ling Fan strongly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and ran as fast as he could, towards the place where Wu Sidong made the call just now.
Run away.
The running footsteps stopped instantly, the two fists hanging on both sides of the body were clenched tightly, as if they were about to be crushed, the corners of the mouth were twitching slightly, and the eyes that were originally full of confidence were now filled with frustration and regret.
Blending together, they stared closely at everything in front of them, filled with incomparable anger.
There was a person lying upside down in front of him. Perhaps it could be called a person before, but now it could only be called a corpse. The owner of the corpse was none other than Wu Sidong.
Five evenly sized finger holes appeared on the top of Wu Sidong's head, and the contents of his brain had been drained. Just like the ancient monster Mu Ba seen in Ling Fan's dream slaughtering the Yellow Emperor's soldiers, Wu Sidong's entire face
It has become dry and shriveled, like a skeleton. The only difference between it and a skeleton is the thin layer of face.
Two dry eyes that were like gray foam balls were staring at Ling Fan as if they were alive, seeming to be mocking Ling Fan's incompetence and the fragility of life.
Ling Fan looked at the corpse in front of him and suddenly felt dizzy. He felt a sense of frustration that he had never experienced before. "Calm down, I must stay calm! Find out the truth of the matter!" Ling Fan slapped himself hard with both hands.
With dizzy cheeks, he called Chen Yuzhen and Tian Yu and told them about the situation at the scene. After everything was done, Ling Fan began to conduct on-site reconnaissance.
The deceased was lying prone on the ground. Judging from the scene, the murderer might have killed Wu Sidong from behind when Wu Sidong was not paying attention. Then Ling Fan observed on the ground that he was surprised that there were no footprints on the ground!
A murder case without footprints!
Ling Fan couldn't believe what he saw. There were no traces of anyone else around the body except Wu Sidong's and his own footprints. What on earth was going on? Could it really have been caused by a 'god' or someone else?
Killed by a 'monster'?! Ling Fan shook his head, how could he, who never believed in monsters and gods, blame the murderer on ghosts and gods! But everything that happened now made Ling Fan feel
no idea.
Cell phone?! Yes, cell phone!
Ling Fan suddenly remembered Wu Sidong's cell phone. If he was right, the person who called him should be the murder suspect. However, when Ling Fan took out the cell phone from Wu Sidong's cell phone, he fell into despair again, because he
I discovered that there was not a single call record in Wu Sidong’s cell phone call history, as if no one had ever made a call.
"Could it be that..." Ling Fan held the phone in front of him and carefully scrolled through any clues that could identify the person who just called.
The piercing sound of police cars sounded. Chen Yuzhen and Tian Yu led several stern criminal policemen to the scene, and soon the yellow isolation tape was pulled up.
"Ling Fan, what's going on?! Why did someone die again?!" Chen Yuzhen's angry face now showed a look of blame and anger.
Ling Fan smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't know that this time the murderer actually killed someone under my eyes..."
In an instant, Ling Fan seemed to suddenly remember something, and stared at Tian Yu with a pair of sharp expectant eyes: "Tian Yu, you were in the apartment just now, have you noticed anyone leaving the apartment, or has anyone been with you all the time?
!”
Chu Tianyu was startled by Ling Fan's question, but he quickly calmed down and recalled: "After you and Wu Sidong left, the people in the room sat on the sofa and watched TV programs, but it didn't take long.
At that time, Shang Juntao's cell phone rang in his room, so he said sorry to us and went upstairs to his room, and he never came down. Not long after Shang Juntao left, Liu Ziyang felt a little uneasy.
She kept looking at the door of the apartment, as if she was worried about something, but when she noticed that I was staring at her, she glared at me angrily, picked up her snack bag and walked out towards the second floor, and then
She never came down, and I just sat in the living room watching TV until you called me."
"In that case, Shang Juntao, Liu Ziyang and Qiao Ling were not with you in the living room when Wu Sidong was killed!" Ling Fan held his chin in deep thought, his eyebrows condensed in thought.
Then he asked: "What about them now?"
"They are still in the apartment now. In order to prevent accidents, I asked the two policemen at the door to summon the three people in their rooms on the second floor to the living room and closely monitor their movements."