At this time, the back garden of the villa.
Bai Xuanling and Huang Suo felt chills running down their spines as they looked at the situation in front of them.
In front of me, on the grass next to the swimming pool, there are five lifelike paper figures neatly placed. There are men, women, old people and children. They are smiling, holding hands, forming a circle, with a strange and harmonious look in their eyes. .
And inside the circle, there is a good head lying quietly!
His mouth was wide open and his eyes were full of despair and pain!
On the side, a female police officer curled up into a ball and howled hysterically, as if she was too frightened.
Huang Zhiyong, who was already frightened, became even more irritated when he heard the cry, and angrily shouted: "Why are you crying? You have never seen a dead head before?"
"Suo Huang, Xiaolan didn't cry because of the dead head, but because of the reason why the dead head appeared here." A male police officer trembled.
Huang Zhiyong's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
"We have just surveyed. This lawn is very soft. If someone steps on it, it will definitely leave footprints. Even if it is treated, there will be traces, but there is nothing here! It's like, it's like..." The police officer trembled He looked at the paper figures with bloody hands: "It's as if these paper figures brought the heads here!"
"Fart! Are you kidding me about this? Are you trying to tell me that this murder was done by paper figures? They put this dead head here after killing people, and also arranged the scene themselves?" Huang Zhiyong was immediately outraged.
"Then tell me what to do now? Should they be arrested and brought to justice? Or should they be handed over to the prosecutor's office? Or should they be directly sent to court for trial?"
Paper figures kill people?
How did these idiots come up with this?
Didn't you see that the leader of the serious crime team was still watching? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me?
If they dare to use this reason to close the case, tomorrow their area will become the laughing stock of the entire Qingping City!
The police officers were scolded so much that they did not dare to say a word, and they all lowered their heads in humiliation.
"It's really hard to expect young people like you to do anything. Come on over! I'll do it myself!"
"Huang Zhiyong just doesn't believe in this evil. This must be the murderer's method to confuse them!
In order not to embarrass himself in front of Bai Xuanling, Huang Zhiyong directly planned to do it himself.
However, the slap in the face came much faster than expected.
After Huang Zhiyong personally inspected the scene, when he came back, his face was ashen and his eyes were full of panic!
Bai Xuanling's face darkened: "Huang Suo, how is the situation?"
"This is impossible! This is simply impossible!" Huang Zhiyong did not answer, but muttered to himself. At this time, his heart was already shaken: "It is impossible for humans to do such a thing! This... is impossible, It's impossible..."
At the end of the sentence, Huang Zhiyong's voice was already trembling.
Three times! He surveyed it three times!
Found nothing! No clue at all!
The strange scene in front of me seemed to be born out of thin air!
Bai Xuanling's face was full of shock and he said in disbelief: "Even an old-timer like you can't see the reason?"
Huang Zhiyong looked bitter: "If you want to find out what is going on, it is only possible if the dead man speaks..."
But the moment he finished speaking, a terrifying scene happened!
It seems to come true!
The dead head that was supposed to be dead suddenly opened its mouth as wide as possible, and then began to scream strangely: "Everyone related to that matter will die!"
"Don't die a good death!"
"die!!!"
...
The dead man really spoke!
Then all the living people present had tears in their eyes and started howling!
That movement was simply more tragic than killing a pig!
.........
At this time, the mourning hall.
As Yan Luo turned around, everyone looked at one place with confusion. They saw an old scavenger lady pushing a small cart, walking slowly with a hunched body. She looked like she was in her nineties, and her face was full of confusion. It has wrinkles and is not very convenient for my legs and feet. I have to stop and rest after taking a few steps.
Even at this age, he still had to go out to scavenge, and he was still wearing a shabby coat full of patches, coupled with his sluggish look, which made everyone present feel sad!
Seeing so many people looking at her, the old lady was a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a long time before she plucked up the courage and said with a flattering smile: "Fellow, can I pick up the plastic bottles on the ground?"
Uncle Liu gave a bitter smile: "Old lady, we are just doing something for nothing. If you don't think it's unlucky, just take it all away."
"I'm sorry, folks, it's the old woman who's causing trouble for you. I'm leaving right away. Don't blame me." The old lady's expression darkened and she turned to leave, but at the moment she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the person in the center of the mourning hall. That portrait.
With just one glance, the old lady froze completely, and her old body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Old lady, do you know my dad?" Uncle Liu saw the clue and asked.
But the old lady didn't answer him. Instead, she walked towards the mourning hall with messy steps, her whole body trembling even more: "It should be... it's just the same name, right? Please... please don't, please..."
Although Uncle Liu didn't know what was going on, he couldn't let an outsider destroy his father's mourning hall.
But before he could step forward, Yan Luo grabbed him.
"Master Xiao Luo..." Uncle Liu's family looked at Yan Luo in surprise.
"Do you want Old Man Liu to die with his eyes open?" Yan Luo said coldly.
Uncle Liu's family was shocked at first and did not dare to act rashly again.
Plop.
"Liu Changshou, born on May 7, 1947..." Seeing this, the old lady couldn't bear it anymore. She suddenly knelt down in front of the portrait, and her tears burst like a dam.
This scene made all the guests present dumbfounded.
Is this old scavenger lady a relative of Old Uncle Liu?
"Master Xiao Luo, is she the relative you are talking about?" Uncle Liu looked at Yan Luo in shock.
Yan Luo sighed and said: "Her name is Li Yuru, she is your grandma. She gave birth to Uncle Liu when she was eighteen years old, but she was separated due to the war when he was five years old. She never married and spent seventy years searching for Old Uncle Liu. Long."
"Mother and son have been separated for seventy years. It is the injustice of fate that has made them suffer all their lives, but at least in the end, I want them to leave with regret."
Uncle Liu's family was completely stunned, as if something was stuck in their throats and they couldn't even utter a word.
They finally remembered why Liu Changshou was always away from home for two or three months a year. Was he going to see their grandma (Grandma Zeng)?
But what they don't know is something that their father has been looking for all his life but could not find. Why does Master Xiao Luo know and find him?
Not only Uncle Liu's family, but also the guests present looked at Yan Luo in shock after hearing this.
"Mom has been dreaming about you and looking for you all her life. I didn't expect to find you in the mourning hall in the end..." Mrs. Li sighed sadly, and her old body was crumbling: "My life... Why is it so painful..."
After saying these words, she seemed to have given up her lifelong obsession and the hope of living. Her old body slowly fell down in front of her son's portrait in the mourning hall.
"Old lady? Old lady, are you okay?" A person hurriedly stepped forward to check, and when he checked his breath, he suddenly screamed: "Dead...dead?"
What!
Everyone's scalps immediately became numb and they looked at Yan Luo as if they were seeing a ghost.
Is the other coffin just for this old lady? Master Xiao Luo had long expected that this old lady was at the end of her life and would die today!
Unpredictability can mean the difference between life and death.
Could this person be the reincarnation of King Yama?
"Mom...I finally waited...I finally waited for you..."
Suddenly, an old man's miserable sob resounded throughout the mourning hall.
Everyone suddenly felt chills running down their spines and their hair stood on end, because they all heard it, it was Old Man Liu’s voice!
"Ghost...ghost!"
The guests present immediately went crazy, stumbling, rolling and crawling out of the mourning hall.
Even Uncle Liu's family had their legs trembling right now, almost breaking down and crying, turning around and trying to escape.
"Don't panic!" Yan Luo scolded and glared at their family: "Don't forget, he is your father and your grandfather. Even if he is a fierce ghost, he will never harm his descendants! What are you afraid of!"
