I don’t even know how I die, but my body is completely out of control. How is this possible? Why can’t I see who the murderer is? Could it be that the murderer cannot see? Is it a ghost?
Huang Yizhe was in a dilemma for a moment. It was not that he didn't believe Yuze's words, but Cai Feiyi was killed, but he didn't even have the chance to see the murderer. So what kind of murderer would this be?
She couldn't help but hang herself, which means she walked up by herself. Who has the ability to make a person who doesn't want to commit suicide do such a ridiculous thing?
Suddenly I remembered that at every suicide scene, he had helped up the stool that fell to the ground and simulated the suicide scene. He always felt that it was suicide, suicide without flaws. Could it be that his intuition at that time was
Is it true?
It was incredible, all of this was beyond his original guess.
Nuoyan stood aside without saying a word, but in fact she knew the most.
She knew that all deaths might be related to the terrible curse three years ago, even if this has not been proven, even if there is no such scientific basis.
"I want to go to the rooftop. Are you interested?" Huang Yizhe asked suddenly.
"Yes," Nuo Yan answered first. She actually wanted to go to the rooftop again. Her mood was a little out of control before, and she might have missed some things. Perhaps she could find more when she returned there.
Originally, Yuze wanted to refuse, but since Nuo Yan agreed, he could only accompany Nuo Yan there, hoping that he could really find some evidence that Yu Qiushui was killed.
Pushing open the door, the three of them walked out and headed towards the seven-story rooftop. There was no elevator here, so they could only hike.
Walking towards the rooftop on the seventh floor, I walked for a long time before I arrived at the rooftop. Nuoyan realized that it was so far from here to the rooftop. I really couldn't believe that she would follow an unknown black shadow to the rooftop. She was seeking knowledge.
Is it a desire to be at work, or is there a ghost in the secret to drive it?
"This is the rooftop." Huang Yizhe walked forward with great strides. The moonlight was dim. The moonlight tonight was not enough to illuminate the sight in front of him. It was not impossible to hide someone here, after all, in the dark light,
Even if someone hides nearby, it may not be visible.
"Nuo Yan, did you see anyone else here just now?" Huang Yizhe stopped, looked back at Nuo Yan and asked.
"No," Nuo Yan shook her head, "Although I didn't look around at that time, I think there should be no one else here."
"So, at that time, you and Yu Qiushui were the only ones?" Huang Yizhe frowned and thought: "If this is the case, then there are only two possibilities. One is that Yu Qiushui committed suicide, and the other..."
Huang Yizhe wanted to speak but stopped. He did not continue to say anything, but instead focused his eyes on Nuo Yan. It was obvious that he was still suspicious of her. After all, when there were only two people at the scene of the crime, if he had to say it.
This is not suicide, but killing him, so I can only suspect Nuo Yan.
Huang Yizhe's meaning, how could Nuoyan not understand? She bit her lip lightly, "Do you still want to doubt me?"
"Uncle, how could this be done by Nuo Yan? If it was done by her, she wouldn't say anything. Isn't it enough to close the case if Yu Qiushui committed suicide?" Yu Ze still stood up and stood up
, still said indignantly for Nuoyan.
"Let me believe that Yu Qiushui was possessed by a ghost, unless you let me see it with your own eyes." Huang Yizhe paused and stared at Nuo Yan's eyes, "Otherwise, the case will be settled like this first, Yu Qiushui committed suicide
Yes, please don’t tell anyone that he did not commit suicide. You should know that the only one is the one who is the scene except him, unless you want to be considered the murderer.”
Indeed, Huang Yizhe was right. Even if Yu Qiushui really did not commit suicide, but was possessed by a ghost, he chose to commit suicide, but he could not provide evidence to prove all this.
Nuoyan sighed helplessly, neither nodding in agreement nor denying it.
She walked a few more steps forward and tried to find the black cloak, but she couldn't find it at all.
She couldn't help but wonder whether everything she saw on the rooftop was real or fake? Is it an illusion?