There is an abandoned and dilapidated building in the suburbs of Ziyang. The surrounding area is desolate, with overgrown weeds in front of the building and a cemetery behind the building. This small building looks dilapidated during the day and eerie at night.

Before Qingming Festival, two migrant workers moved into the building.

Their job was to repair the cemetery that had been damaged by rain and remove weeds. The building was divided into two floors, and the migrant workers lived on the ground floor. That night, the two migrant workers were very drunk, and they seemed to hear someone crying upstairs.

At midnight, a migrant worker went out to relieve himself. Suddenly, a sharp scream came from behind, followed by the sound of twitching and struggling, and then everything was silent. He boldly rushed into the building and saw another migrant worker lying straight on the ground, his eyes bulging.

, blood flowed from the mouth and nose.

The rumor that there was a ghost in the building quickly spread, and no one dared to work there anymore. The management unit of the cemetery had to spend a lot of money to recruit people. Three days later, only one recently released labor prisoner was willing to go.

The prisoner in the labor camp is called Huang Renfa.

Huang Renfa made two requests: "Give me a stick and give me twice the money."

The management unit agreed after consideration.

The stick is used to beat ghosts. What if it is a female ghost? Huang Renfa chuckled.

It was dusk, the smell of blood in the building was already very faint, and a few bats were flying in and out.

After Huang Renfa finished his day's work, he cleaned up the floor and placed some plastic paper around the floor. He closed the door tightly and put a wine bottle behind the door. Experienced thieves would do this. If someone comes in, he will immediately

find.

Huang Renfa fell asleep holding his stick.

He didn't know that the place where he lay was where the migrant worker died.

At midnight, the door slowly opened. The wine bottle fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. Huang Renfa immediately sat up and held the stick tightly - but there was no one, only the cold wind blew into the room. Huang Renfa breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the plastic paper clattered.

There was a sound, as if there were footsteps stepping on it. Huang Renfa's eyes widened, and there was indeed no one in the room. It was empty. The sound stopped in front of him, and the room was deathly silent.

He coughed to embolden himself. At this moment, his foot was licked by something. Out of instinct, he stepped back and swung the stick in his hand hard. The stick made a muffled sound when it touched the ground.

It must have hit that thing.

Moonlight shone in through the window, and a dead snake lay on the ground.

Huang Renfa swallowed and realized that he was covered in cold sweat. He picked up the snake with a stick and put it on the window sill. He thought he would bake it and eat it tomorrow.

Not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by a strange sound, a creaking sound, the half-closed curtains moved, and a shadow flashed past.

He used a stick to push back the curtains and suddenly saw a furry little head.

Huang Renfa was so frightened that his hands trembled. Could it be an hallucination caused by fear? He rubbed his eyes and found that the little head was gone. Huang Renfa remained motionless and listened to his surroundings. There were faint footsteps in the corridor. The footsteps went upstairs, and then there was a sound from the top of the building.

The sound of unloading heavy objects.

That must be a dead body in a sack, the devil's food. Huang Renfa's first thought was to leave here quickly, and his second thought was to go take a look. At this time, there was a whisper, and a sharp voice could be clearly heard.

The thin voice said: "It tastes good."

Huang Renfa was a thief and was a brave man. He once stood behind the door of one house all night and lay under the bed of another house all night. Stealing things from people is considered stealing, but stealing things from ghosts is not considered stealing.

Why don't you go get some damn things, Huang Renfa said to himself, maybe some treasures.

Huang Renfa took off his shoes, held the stick tightly, and tiptoed upstairs. The door of the room upstairs was ajar, and there was light smoke floating out, and the firelight was shining. Through the crack in the door, you could see some strange profiles reflected on the wall.

Like, a very strange shadow.

Huang Renfa smelled the aroma of roasted sesame seeds. He held his breath and put his ear to the door. The following was the conversation of the ghosts:

"Split it, Master Shan."

"Only a large scale, no balance."

"I brought a Bihai (wine cup), dug it in, and got just one or two."

"who is he?"

"Master Han."

"Two nine and a half pounds (heads), hehe."

"There are two kings in the north and Shuang Ding in the south. Shuang Ding wants to come to worship the mountain (to make friends)."

"Put it down and be careful with the water (traitor within the drug traffickers), this is not a shelf (restaurant)."

"It's good to know each other."

"They are Qianzhang (countrymen), these two are..."

"I am Sanwenqian from Hwaseong."

"I am a Northeastern Paozi."

"My surname is Chaoba (Li)."

"My surname is Kuang Ji (Zhao)."

"Master Shan is wearing a pair of toad shoes."

"Xiao Fei, where did the small cigarette pack go?"

"Pooping (defecating)."

"Well."

Huang Renfa didn't dare to listen anymore. Only ghosts would say such things. His legs were weak and he just wanted to escape. At this time, a young man and a monkey came from the corridor. He hadn't figured out what was going on. He was cold and cold.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head.

This boy is Goofy, and the little monkey is Xiao Bao.

Gao Fei pushed Huang Renfa into the room and said, "Catch a peeper."

There were four people in the room. It could also be said to be five people. Because there was a monster among them. There was a big tumor on the monster's neck. It looked like he had two heads.

He is Master Han, and we will talk about this monster later.

"Follow the old rules?" Gao Fei asked Shan Ya.

"Send him on his way," Shan Ya said.

"What's your name?" Gao Fei asked.

"Huang Renfa."

Pong, the gun went off.

The case has never been solved. The police claimed that there was no ghost in the building, that the migrant workers were bitten to death by poisonous snakes, and that Huang Renfa was shot to death. Drug trafficking was conducted at the scene, and a large scale, a wine glass, and a bullet casing were left behind.

, a stick, a dead snake. There were two piles of feces in the grass outside the building, one was human and the other was animal.

The paper was two $10 bills.

There is a fried dough stick seller on Yingfeng Road in Jiaxiang County. Their family came here to avoid family planning. They were thrown out weeds and built a shed on the roadside, where they took root. Their home is surrounded by many illegal buildings.

In one of the rooms, the government painted the word "demolished" with lime.

The woman's name is Sanni, and she sells fried dough sticks; the man's name is Wang Youcai, and he repairs bicycles. We often see the stalls on street corners selling fried dough sticks and repairing bicycles.

The relationship between them was not very good. He stood in front of the shed and smiled at the people buying fried dough sticks, while his wife and three children were crying softly in the shed.

Two girls are thin and ugly, and one boy is fat. They don't go to school.

In the summer, many people often see the little fat man biting his ice cream, and the two girls biting their nails. The three children, all running barefoot on the street.

One morning, their entire family was killed.

The police received the report and rushed to the scene quickly. At that time, Zhou Xingxing was already the captain of the criminal police brigade. Five bodies were naked, and their clothes were piled together by the murderer. All the bottles and cans had been opened, and there was blood on the ground.

Mixed with soy sauce, soybean oil, alkali and washing powder. According to the autopsy report of forensic doctor An Zhongming, the deceased Wang Youcai's throat was cut three times, his wife Sanni was stabbed twice in the chest, and the three children were strangled to death. After

Autopsy tests revealed that there was undigested pork, mutton and beef in their stomachs. Wang Youcai had drunk alcohol, and Sanni had eaten some melon seeds. The time of death was about 11 p.m.

Seeking wealth and killing?

For so many years, they had been extremely poor, often quarreling over a dime, and getting angry over a broken bowl.

Vendetta?

They are all honest and responsible people.

Love killing?

Look at their two big yellow teeth. No toothbrush has ever been in their mouths. Sometimes they will wash their faces when they are happy.

Regarding the motive for the murder, Zhou Xingxing thought of seven different explanations, but he rejected them one by one.

There is a hospital not far from Wang Youcai's home. In his free time, he often goes to the hospital to collect the bottles for intravenous syringes. Now his bodies and those of his family members lie in the hospital morgue.

The morgue is in a remote corner, rarely visited by people. It has a path covered with grass and three dilapidated tile-roofed houses, which are gloomy and gloomy. Withered grapevines clinging to the windows and rusty iron fences. One is an anatomy room.

, there are many potion bottles with some human organs soaked in them, one morgue, and the other is the caretaker's room.

The person guarding the morgue was an old man who was a little deaf, a little blurry, and liked to drink. On the night when Wang Youcai's body was brought, it started to rain lightly, and he was drunk. When he fell asleep, he saw a chubby hand clapping his hands.

He patted the glass, and after a while, patted it again. He suddenly felt frightened and went out with a flashlight. It turned out to be a toad jumping towards the window. Later, he heard a strange sound - like a hand.

He scratched at the window, and his nails scratched the glass, making a harsh sound. He went out with a flashlight, but there was nothing outside, and the rain was still falling.

The old man returned to the room, and the moment he opened the door, he found a person standing behind the door. The man was wearing a raincoat, with his head lowered and his face could not be seen. The old man trembled with fright and dropped the flashlight on the ground.
To be continued...