The dead man was wearing pajamas. The reason why he was lying sprawled on the bed was because his hands and feet were wrapped in torn sheets and tied into strips, and they were firmly fixed to the four corners of the big bed.
Where his limbs were bound by the sheets, his hands and feet were all swollen and turned black. The tight lines of the sheets almost sank into his skin. It was obvious that the force was so great that he could not break free at all.
Moreover, the man did not close his eyes, but kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, his lips slightly parted, and his facial expression before death was filled with a hint of fear, and he was frozen in this moment forever.
The smell in the room was unpleasant, but it wasn't the smell of a rotting corpse. The corpse itself didn't seem to have any strange smell, but rather seemed like a mummy.
But Shen Xing knew very well that this was not a mummy.
He took out the black rubber gloves from his backpack and put them on, which he had equipped after Zheng Ruijun's reminder after the Song Xiaoyu incident.
He walked to the bedside and carefully examined the man's appearance. He could not confirm whether the person lying on the bed was Zhang Shu himself.
If this person is Zhang Shu, then who was the person who answered his call just now?
Could it be that the person who answered the phone was this guy with a horrible death condition?
Thinking of this, Shen Xing suddenly felt a numb scalp.
He calmed down, bent down and opened the bedside table, and found a black wallet inside. When he opened the wallet, he found that in addition to a small amount of cash, there were several bank cards and ID cards inside.
He took out his ID card, looked at the photo on it carefully, and then turned his attention to the person lying on the bed. After identification, Shen Xing determined that this guy was Zhang Shu.
Although the photo on the ID card is the most unlike my own photo ever, after careful identification, I can still draw a conclusion.
Unless Zhang Shu has similar biological brothers, this speculation is less likely.
Shen Xing thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Shu's phone number again.
It was quickly notified that the other party had rang. The next second, the ringtone of the mobile phone came from the bedroom, coming from the floor in the corner of the bedside of the big bed in front of me and against the wall.
Shen Xing leaned over and lay on the right side of the bed. When he saw a light shining on that place, he bent down and picked up the phone that was vibrating and ringing. He found that the charging cable was still plugged into the end of the phone.
The charging cable is always plugged into the electrical outlet, which means the phone is always charged.
He was sure that the number he dialed just now was Zhang Shu's number, and Zhang Shu also answered the call at that time and had a brief conversation with him.
Thinking of this, a creepy feeling crawled up his spine unknowingly. Shen Xing turned his head and looked at the deceased on the bed. The other person still maintained the frightened death state.
After hanging up the phone and putting his phone away, Shen Xing unplugged the charging cable of Zhang Shu's phone and turned on the screen to check, but unexpectedly he was prompted to enter a password.
He temporarily placed his phone on the bedside table and turned his attention to the person on the bed again.
After thinking about it, he reached out with his gloved hand, touched the skin of the other person's cheek, then pressed it gently and rubbed it twice.
It was very stiff, even showing signs of dryness, and it didn't look like it was covered with a layer of skin.
After a pause, Shen Xing held his breath, bowed down to the corpse, stretched his two arms to the back of the corpse's head, and touched it carefully, especially the scalp. He used some strength to rub the skin.
No signs of loosening.
However, when Shen Xing took his hands back, he was surprised to find that the back of his hands was stained with a little dried blood. He took a look and saw that there was a piece of completely withered skin near the neck on the pillow where the body was lying.
This piece of skin was pressed by the back of the corpse's neck and was not discovered just now.
From the looks of it, this withered skin is the face that possesses Zhang Shu.
Shen Xing straightened up, pondered for a moment, looked at Zhang Shu's frightened look with his mouth open, followed Zhang Shu's gaze and looked up at the ceiling.
A bedroom lamp hung from the ceiling, emitting a pale yellow light, and next to the lamp, there was a mass of black like ink, which seemed to have penetrated into the wall.
The ink stain was irregular in shape, about the size of an A4 paper, and looked like a water stain from upstairs.
But Shen Xing knew very well that the thing was more like an ink stain.
At this moment, the ink stain began to fade visibly to the naked eye, getting lighter and lighter, and disappeared completely in less than ten seconds.
Shen Xing's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the other walls around the room in confusion.
No similar ink stains were seen.
He thought for a moment, took a few steps back, exited the bedroom, and stood outside the living room.
After he came out, the bedroom door was naturally closed, and he lightly touched the door lock, but it was not closed tightly.
When Shen Xing was about to activate the special pupils to observe the bedroom from the outside, a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart. After this thought appeared, he immediately interrupted the idea of activating the special pupils immediately.
Looking at the brown bedroom door that was ajar, Shen Xing first took off his blood-stained black rubber gloves, then took out his cell phone, called up Zhang Shu's phone number, and then redialed it.
A moment later, a phone call came from the bedroom. Shen Xing silently put his phone to his ear and stood there.
There was no sound in the bedroom except for the ringing phone.
And about seven or eight seconds after the phone rang, click, the phone was connected, and at the same time, the ringing phone in the bedroom disappeared.
"Hello?"
The familiar voice of Zhang Shu came from the mobile phone receiver next to Shen Xing's ear.
At this moment, even Shen Xing felt the coldness of his hands and feet, as if he had fallen into an ice cave instantly.
In the silent room, he could not only hear the voices on the phone, but also hear a man's voice coming from the bedroom.
"Hello?" Zhang Shu said again.
Shen Xing didn't speak. He forced himself to calm down and calmly and slowly approached the ajar door of the bedroom.
He took out the telescopic stick with his left hand and held it in his hand. His thumb rested on the button that triggered the ghost to hit, so he could press it at any time.
Then he came to the door of the bedroom, and Zhang Shu's voice came out from the receiver of his mobile phone again: "Hey, who is it?"
At the same moment, the familiar voice sounded in the bedroom with the door ajar.
Shen Xing stretched out one foot and slowly pushed open the door.
The first thing he saw was the legs of the corpse exposed on the big bed, and then the waist...
This proved that the body had actually been lying on the bed, still lying in a stretched position without moving.
In fact, his hands and feet were tied so tightly that he couldn't move at all.
The bedroom door was quickly opened, and it was confirmed that the body was still lying on the bed neatly. Shen Xing turned his eyes to the bedside table, and then found that the mobile phone originally placed on it had disappeared.
Taking a closer look, the phone was leaning against the ear of the lying corpse. The screen was on, but it was blocked by the corpse's raised and tied arms, making it almost impossible to see.
"He's really answering the phone?!"
