Chapter 100 The true identity of the middle-aged man
As soon as the middle-aged man finished talking about the rules of playing mahjong, Ling Yumo's trembling voice started: "Sheng...Brother Shengda...you only said the rules of playing mahjong...but...but you didn't say what kind of mahjong to play."
ah."
"Oh, I forgot to mention this." The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Yumo meaningfully and said in a deep voice: "Well, Sichuan Mahjong is both simple and exciting, let's play Sichuan Mahjong."
As soon as he said this, Ling Yumo's face instantly turned pale: "But I...but I don't know how to play Sichuan Mahjong at all. Can...can I play other mahjong instead?"
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man refused directly and ruthlessly: "No, I will play Sichuan Mahjong. You are not your own business. I can only blame you for your bad luck."
Ling Yumo originally wanted to pretend to argue boldly, but when she saw the chill on the middle-aged man's face, she quickly resigned herself to her fate and stopped.
Seeing Ling Yumo's submissive look, I couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
Although this girl is not very beautiful, she is not very ugly either. She is wearing a low-cut transparent black dress, which reveals her proud breasts and the two pink spots inside them, which is very eye-catching.
I only took a few glances, and then I felt my blood surge throughout my body, and I almost couldn't help but tear this woman's clothes to pieces.
My rude gaze certainly attracted Ling Yumo's attention, and she immediately glared at me angrily.
I quickly withdrew my rude gaze and stared at the mahjong table in front of me with all my attention.
In addition to the porcelain bowl with the bloody severed finger on it, there are four neat rows of mahjong squares on the mahjong table.
However, these four neat rows of mahjong squares are not ordinary mahjong squares. They are extremely blood red, like solidified pig red.
"These mahjong cubes are too weird." I reached out and touched some of the mahjong cubes and found that these mahjong cubes were very soft, as if they were made of human flesh.
"According to what the middle-aged man said, Ling Yumo's little girlfriend was killed because she refused to play mahjong. So where is her body? Did the middle-aged man use her body to make this mahjong match?" Thinking of this situation, I can't help but
I got goosebumps all over my body.
Just when I was falling into fear, a cold voice of inquiry suddenly sounded in my ears: "You two should know how to play Sichuan Mahjong."
I looked up and saw a middle-aged man looking at me and the old woman quietly.
The sixty-year-old woman and I immediately replied in unison: "Yes, of course I will."
In fact, I don't know how to play Sichuan Mahjong, but thanks to the "Sichuan Mahjong Encyclopedia" in my bag, I learned the basic playing methods of Sichuan Mahjong.
When I thought of the "Sichuan Mahjong Encyclopedia" in the black backpack, I suddenly froze: "The "Sichuan Mahjong Encyclopedia" in the bag is related to the truth about the husband's disappearance, and the middle-aged man in front of me also coincidentally prefers Sichuan Mahjong.
Could it be..."
I looked at the middle-aged man in front of me in shock, and finally said the thought in my heart: "Could it be that the middle-aged man in front of me is the missing husband?!"
"By the way, when the middle-aged man in front of me introduced himself, he called himself Sheng Yu. When pronounced conversely, Sheng Yu means Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng Yu Sheng Yu Sheng, Kong Yu Sheng, and the missing husband is named Kong Yu Sheng!" There are so many coincidences!
It was no coincidence. I became more and more convinced that the middle-aged man sitting in front of me was the missing husband of the cheongsam woman!
"No wonder I always felt that middle-aged men were very eye-catching.
Familiar, because before he changed, he looked exactly like the missing husband, with the same bloated face and the same mole on his face." While recalling the middle-aged man's initial appearance, I secretly took out my phone and checked
The ID photo left in the photo album.
It turned out that my guess was absolutely correct. The terrifying middle-aged man in front of me was indeed the missing husband.
"Since the middle-aged man is the missing husband, it proves that the husband is not missing, but has died. After the husband died, he turned into a ghost. That ghost is the middle-aged man in front of me." I suddenly smiled brightly.
However, I only felt enlightened for a few seconds before new doubts came one after another.
"Since the husband is not missing but dead, who killed him?"
"Judging from the current situation of the middle-aged man, the husband probably died in Jinxiu Tower. Such a living person died in Jinxiu Tower, and the cheongsam woman didn't notice it?"
"There is another doubt that puzzles me. Since the middle-aged man is the husband of the cheongsam woman, and the cheongsam woman and her husband both live in Jinxiu Building, then the sixty-year-old woman in charge of Jinxiu Building should know the middle-aged man in front of her, but
From my careful observation, it seems that this 60-year-old woman does not recognize the middle-aged man."
These doubts instantly occupied my mind, and I thought to myself with great certainty: "All the doubts currently point to the woman in the cheongsam and the sixty-year-old woman. It seems that these two people are not as simple as they appear."
I seemed to have been deep in thought for a long time, but in fact, I only took a few breaths. When the middle-aged man saw that both I and the sixty-year-old woman could play Sichuan Mahjong, he said excitedly: "Since you both know how to play Sichuan Mahjong,
Sichuan Mahjong, let’s start playing.”
After saying that, the middle-aged man took the lead in selecting a stack of mahjong cubes and standing the stack of mahjong cubes in front of him.
The sixty-year-old woman and I paused for a moment, then picked out a stack of mahjong cubes.
Ling Yumo, who was wearing a low-cut transparent black dress, was more troubled. She struggled for a long time before slowly choosing her trump card.
All four people have chosen their trump cards, and then the stage of drawing and playing begins.
As expected, Ling Yumo didn't know how to play Sichuan Mahjong, and the few cards he played were either knocked away by the middle-aged man, or made the middle-aged man hit the bar.
After this round, the middle-aged man got the most cards, followed by the sixty-year-old woman, I ranked third, and Ling Yumo ranked fourth.
According to the rules, Ling Yumo, who was ranked fourth, was the loser in this circle. She was forced to eat a bloody severed finger.
The first round ended and the second round began. In the second round, Ling Yumo was still in fourth place. She ate a living severed finger of human flesh with a bitter look on her face.
After Ling Yumo ate the second severed finger, the third round started. Not long after, the third round ended. Ling Yumo was still the loser. She swallowed a severed finger with a nail again.
I don’t know if it was my imagination, but after Ling Yumo had three severed fingers in a row, her eyes began to turn scarlet.
As Ling Yumo's eyes turned scarlet, she changed from cowardice to madness, just like a gambler: "Come on, hurry up and start the fourth round, I don't believe I can't beat you, haha!"
Amid Ling Yumo's crazy laughter, the fourth lap started immediately. Unfortunately, Ling Yumo ranked fourth in this round.
But what surprised me was that Ling Yumo actually ate a broken root without hesitation this time. He didn't need a middle-aged man at all.
Make a sound to urge.
What's even weirder is that when Ling Yumo ate the fourth finger, he ate very slowly, as if he was enjoying the process of eating the severed finger.
"These fingers are so delicious." Ling Yumo sighed to himself stupidly, and then urged: "Hurry up, start the fifth round quickly."
As soon as Ling Yumo's urging voice ended, the fifth round began immediately. After playing for more than ten minutes, Ling Yumo became the loser in the fifth round.
After the fifth round, the sixth round began, and the loser was Ling Yumo.
After the sixth round, the seventh round began, and the loser was still Ling Yumo.
After the seventh round, Ling Yumo, who was wearing a transparent black dress, had eaten seven bloody severed fingers in a row.
After eating seven bloody severed fingers in a row, not only did Ling Yumo's eyes become scarier, some rotten wounds began to appear on her body.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are actually strips of dirty and wriggling maggots hidden under these rotten wounds!
Perhaps it was the unbearable itching caused by the writhing maggots, so Ling Yumo simply tore her transparent black dress to reveal her naked body.
I inadvertently scanned this girl's whole body, from the beautiful pink triangle area, to the soft waist that is soft and graspable, and then to the charming white breasts.
But in the end, I still focused my eyes on the rotten wounds on this woman’s body.
Seeing Ling Yu's smooth body covered with rotting wounds, I couldn't help but said to myself with a pale face: "These severed fingers are so weird. Not only will they affect the spirit of the person who takes them, but they will also cause symptoms of rotting in the body. I must
If you can’t be a loser, you must not eat them!”
Just when I turned pale, the Sichuan Mahjong match began in the eighth round. Ling Yumo still lost this round.
However, as Ling Yumo lost eight rounds in a row, she gradually understood the basic playing methods of Sichuan Mahjong. Just like after the eighth round, Ling Yumo almost beat me.
"You may be the one who loses in the next round." Ling Yumo glanced at me suspiciously, and then said half-comforting and half-sarcastic: "Don't be afraid, those severed fingers are delicious, haha."
I shook my head helplessly and simply started the ninth round. I played very seriously in the ninth round, but no matter how serious I was, I still almost lost to Ling Yumo.
"In the tenth round, I will make you lose!" Ling Yumo said viciously.
"Then come here." I said calmly on the surface, but actually panicked.
Seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between Ling Yumo and me, the middle-aged man seemed very happy and looked at us as if we were watching a good show.
As for the sixty-year-old woman, she looked indifferent, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
The battle started in the next tenth round, and I escaped with almost no chance. In this round, it was finally the turn of the sixty-year-old woman to become the loser.
After the sixty-year-old woman calmly ate a bloody severed finger, the eleventh round of battle began.
After more than ten minutes of fighting in the eleventh round, I was finally defeated and became the final loser of this round.
Seeing me becoming the loser in the eleventh round, the three of them had different expressions in their eyes.
"Haha, you finally lost. Now it's your turn to eat the severed finger. Eat it quickly!" Ling Yumo was so excited that he picked up the porcelain bowl and placed the bowl with the bloody severed finger in front of me.