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The administrator saw Lu Zheng and the other three coming back, and asked with a pale face, "Weren't there five people just now?"

Lu Zheng said seriously: "Look carefully, there are only four of us. If you dare to talk nonsense, you will be dead."

The administrator immediately looked constipated.

Lu Zheng and the four left.

The administrator quickly ran back to Zuo Shiyun's grave, and sure enough he saw the female reporter lying in the pile of corpses.

A chill ran down his spine.

He believed that Lu Zheng and the others were not the ones who killed them, because a lot of them died before they came here, but this female reporter definitely died recently.

What does this prove? Zuo Shiyun's ghost kills people.

The administrator was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. When he returned to the office building, he said that he was frightened and needed to rest for a day. He loved so and so.

Then he hurried home.

No one dares to take care of it anymore, not even the well inspector comes.

But the news that Zuo Shiyun's ghost killed someone suddenly spread like crazy.

At the same time, there was also a rumor that Zuo Shiyun's cemetery was cursed, and anyone who robbed the tomb would definitely die.

A reporter asked to interview the person in charge of the well, and the explanation given was that they were investigating.

But he has never been to a single well.

Some people looked over and found a pile of corpses. They even picked up a camera and took it home. Nothing happened.

Then all the cameras were picked up.

Another person followed suit and went to pick up the wallet, but fell down while turning over the body.

Scared the spectators into scattering.

The curse was completely confirmed.

dusk.

The people who are really investigating this matter are here.

Zhao Shanying brought two of his men to Zuo Shiyun's tomb.

One of his men reminded him, "Captain, we just need to take a look. The higher-ups don't allow us to investigate without authorization."

Zhao Shanying has been angry with Xia Chuan since he was knocked unconscious and thrown out of the door by Zang Hong while investigating the kidnapping case of Xian Meng. What right did he have to kill someone?

This matter made him even more angry. So many people died without letting him take care of it?

He surveyed the scene carefully.

But of course we won't move the corpse easily; it's a professional habit.

It was quickly concluded that some people were killed while robbing the tomb, some were killed while rescuing, some were killed while taking photos, and some even died behind the tombstone, apparently just because they were disrespectful to the tomb owner.

Others were killed for rummaging through corpses and picking bags.

But the person who took the camera was fine.

This is the key.

Zhao Shanying thought hard.

Xia Chuan has been in the company all the time. This is what he saw with his own eyes, and it cannot match the time of the deceased.

People kept dying during the day, and Xia Chuan was always at the company.

There is no need to distinguish between picking up a camera and taking out a bag. Is there any difference?

So the key is, whoever turns over the body will die.

Dead body? The man behind that tombstone couldn't explain it.

Someone is guarding you? So why should we distinguish between picking up a camera and taking out a bag?

curse? Zhao Shanying shuddered.

"Let's go. This is beyond our capabilities. The higher-ups are right not to allow an investigation."

Zhao Shanying took the two of them and left quickly.

……

Huang Xiuhua finally couldn't bear it anymore and dialed the Xia family's phone number.

It was Guihua who answered the phone.

"Guihua, I want to talk to Xiachuan."

"Same as I said."

"Okay, how did Shiyun die?"

"I won't tell anyone else, but if you ask, I must tell you. He was killed by Uncle Chen. I don't hate him, but since he's dead, just forget about it." After saying that, Guihua hung up the phone.

Huang Xiuhua's vision went dark and she dropped the microphone.

She calmed down and burst into tears. Thinking of her dissatisfaction with Xia Chuan these days, she felt extremely regretful.

She was dissatisfied with him for not saving Uncle Chen, dissatisfied with him not seeing her for more than ten days, dissatisfied with him leaving her without saying goodbye, and even more dissatisfied with him for killing Shi Yun. But when she suddenly learned the truth, she realized that she was terribly wrong, and it was only herself that was wrong.

Guihua said that Uncle Chen killed him. It sounded bizarre and the two had no connection at all. But the more it sounded bizarre, the more Huang Xiuhua believed it.

There must be a connection here.

It was Uncle Chen who caused Shiyun's death.

If she had known earlier, she would not have worn mourning clothes.

Huang Xiuhua just wanted to say sorry to Xia Chuan, but Xia Chuan didn't need it at all.

No one can give him what he needs.

……

The day after the body was exposed, Xia Chuan continued to go to work, and it was still an open recruitment.

But there were more people at the cemetery, and most of them were related to the deceased, either family members or the media.

They first asked Jing Fang to come forward, but Jing Fang said that tomb robbing was a serious crime and they were investigating the mastermind behind it, and now they needed to protect the scene.

Everyone was labeled as a tomb robber.

The hat is fastened tightly. Why are you going to someone else's cemetery for no reason?

Then, more people died.

The cemetery has not been sealed, and is even more loosely managed than at any time, allowing these people to come and go.

Anyone who wanted to remove the bodies was left lying there.

The person taking the photo fell down immediately.

The horrifying curse and naked shock made the foreign media shudder with fear.

Those who refused to accept died, and the rest just wanted to admit defeat and no longer had the courage to fight.

……

Until the morning of the third day, it was just dawn.

Boss Tao called Xia Chuan.

"It's been three days, clean it up quickly."

Xia Chuan asked in confusion: "Uncle Tao, are three days equal to forty-eight hours?"

"Made, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, aren't these three days? I'm about to collapse. Do you know how much pressure this is? If you don't take care of me, I will resign!"

"Okay, I'm going to see my wife." Xia Chuan hung up the phone.

Then he drove his Rolls-Royce to the cemetery alone.

At this time, there were still two foreign media reporters waiting, but no one dared to take pictures, let alone get close to the body.

When they saw Xia Chuan, they immediately became energized; they had finally waited for something.

"Excuse me, Mr. Xia Chuan, is the curse of this cemetery real? How did these people die?"

Xia Chuan said calmly: "I don't know, I just came to see my wife."

He walked up to the tombstone.

The reporter raised the camera and put it down again. Although he expected that no one would die in Xia Chuan's presence, he still didn't dare to bet.

But the next moment, they all felt dizzy for a moment.

When I looked at it again, I was stunned.

All the corpses on the ground disappeared.

The floor was as clean as if it had been swept.

Xia Chuan just stood there, facing the tombstone and paying his respects, doing nothing.

The two reporters were horrified. They finally understood how so many people disappeared in Hong Kong.

There was no trace of destruction at all.

This is God.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me.

The two reporters turned around and found that it was Huang Xiuhua.

She was wearing a black trench coat, her face was stained with tears, and she looked extremely haggard in the autumn wind.

The reporter habitually raised his camera again. This time he had to risk it all, otherwise he would have wasted the night. Besides, the bodies had disappeared, so we were not collecting evidence.

Huang Xiuhua walked to Xia Chuan.

Click.

The two reporters shuddered and realized that they were indeed still alive, but their hearts almost skipped a beat.

Huang Xiuhua choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Xia Chuan kept looking at the tombstone, calm as a smoke: "It has nothing to do with you."

This sentence sounds comforting, but it is the most hurtful.

It has nothing to do with her.

It doesn't matter what she does, it has nothing to do with Xia Chuan.

Huang Xiuhua trembled and asked softly, "Can I accompany you for a day?"

"Oh, I have to go to work. I don't have time to accompany you."

"It doesn't matter. There's still night." Huang Xiuhua's voice became weaker and weaker.

Xia Chuan finally looked at her and said solemnly: "You don't have to think too much. You are right about everything. I have never blamed you at all. It's just that my wife just left and I don't want to be with any woman."

After that, he left.

The two reporters didn't dare to stop her. They felt that she would disappear if they stopped her, so they might as well ask Huang Xiuhua.