Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan nodded: "Yes, I want to know if she has anything to do with the four fingers."

"But the four fingers are dead, and what's the use of tracking like this, and you can't go in, you can only watch it outside," Si Chen said, knowing Song Qinghuan's purpose of stalking people, but didn't understand that there was something to follow. What's the use.

At this moment, Bai Rubing suddenly came out of the house, as if there was something urgent, he slammed the door and hurried out.

Seeing her leaving behind, Song Qinghuan frowned suspiciously: "Where does she want to go in such a hurry?"

Si Chen asked, "Do you want to keep up?"

Song Qinghuan thought for a while, and then shook his head: "Forget it, it's probably useless to keep up. She runs so fast, we can't follow too fast, and we can't keep up with too slow, so..."

As she said, she raised her finger to Bai Rubing's residence: "Where, I am really interested. I am a little curious about how Bai Rubing would live here. You must know that on her terms, she shouldn't live here."

"Then go in and take a look."

"Without the key, you can't get in at all, okay."

Si Chen smiled, then stepped forward and came to the wooden door. He looked around and saw that no one was looking, so he removed a clip from Song Qinghuan's head, and he used this clip to directly open the door lock.

Song Qinghuan looked at her in surprise: "You still open the lock?"

Si Chen handed the clip to her hand: "This thing is trivial."

With that said, he took the lead in going out, and Song Qinghuan felt the cold air as soon as he entered the room, and there was formalin everywhere in the room, that kind of extremely pungent smell.

"Oh my God, how could Bai Rubing live in such a place? Even if he lives in such a place, he should clean it up. Why is it so smelly," Song Qinghuan muttered.

Looking at Si Chen again, his face suddenly became serious. He squinted his eyes and looked around, then pushed open a door of a certain room, which had no windows, only one door.

A white fluorescent lamp was turned on in the room, and there was a long table under the light. There was a white cloth on the table, and under the white table cloth was a human-shaped porch.

Song Qinghuan swallowed subconsciously, "Well, what is this?"

In fact, she had thoughts in her heart, and she understood what it was, but she was scared and couldn't be sure.

Si Chen obviously had the same idea. He moved forward step by step, and then came to the front of the table. The room was very cold, and Song Qinghuan was afraid to lie behind Si Chen.

"That Si Chen..."

"Huh?" Si Chen responded lightly, then raised his hand and opened a corner of the white cloth.

Suddenly, a man's face was exposed to the air, and his face was as white as the white cloth on his body.

Maybe because of the use of the potion, the skin hasn't lost its luster yet, and it still looks elastic. His mouth is slightly opened and his eyes are open. The surrounding pupils that have spread are dark and deep, seeming to be exerting force. Staring at someone.

Song Qinghuan's pupils shrank, then his eyes widened in horror, and immediately ran to the side and vomited.

God, how could Bai Rubing hide a corpse at home, and this person is still Shi Guozheng.

How can Bai Rubing and Shi Guozheng, Shi Guozheng and Bai Rubing, these two people should be people from two worlds...