Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

Dozens of kilometers away, there is an old residential building.

Xu Wenshan took the sheep head mask and walked down the stairs to the fifth floor. One wall was splashed with red paint, with the words "Heishui Qiang" and "Pay back debts" written on it.

Arriving at the door of Room 503, which was the delivery address, Xu Wenshan rang the doorbell.

There was a thin sound inside, as if someone had put their head on the door, but did not dare to speak.

Xu Wenshan thought to himself that this person probably owed a lot of money and was afraid that creditors would come to his door.

So he said, "Hello, I'm from Tianwang Toy Company and I'm here to deliver the mask."

The door suddenly opened, and there was a thin man standing in the room, wearing a vest, unkempt hair, and sniffling.

A drug addict, Xu Wenshan thought.

The addict's nickname was Heishui Qiang. When he saw the sheep-head mask in Xu Wenshan's hand, his eyes lit up and he opened the iron door to get the mask.

Xu Wenshan said, "Sir, where is the money?"

"Oh, money, yes." Hei Shuiqiang took a red iron box from the table with the words "Good Family, Full Moon" written on it, a box that originally contained mooncakes.

Heishui Qiang opened the iron box and found a very old pocket watch inside, which seemed to be an item passed down to him by his father.

A jade bracelet and a silver necklace.

Heishui forcefully handed over the box, "Brother, look." He rubbed his nose, "I won't have any cash for a while. There are all good things in here. This watch is worth tens of thousands, as well as jade bracelets and silver necklaces. , I’ll give it all to you, it’s an advantage for you.”

Heishui stretched out his dirty hands. His arms were covered with red spots, spots left by long-term injections. He wanted to get the sheep head mask.

Xu Wenshan pushed, "Sir, I'm a delivery boy. I'm afraid I can't take these things from you. Do you have cash?"

Xu Wenshan walked into the house. The house was in chaos, and even the TV was gone.

There is a chemical container on the table, as well as a few needles and some powder.

A few gambling flyers and a piece of paper with the words "pregnant woman" and "100 to [-]" scrawled on it.

You can really smoke until you lose everything, and gamble until you lose everything.

Xu Wenshan said, "I see you don't have cash in this room, so I'm leaving. The transaction is cancelled."

"You can't leave." Hei Shuiqiang knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to Xu Wenshan.

He must have done this set of actions often and was already used to it. Heishui knelt so hard that his head broke. "Just give me this sheep head mask. Give it to me for two days. After two days, I will give you 5!"

If a person relies on him, he can say anything.

Xu Wenshan knelt down and asked, "Sir, why do you insist on this sheep head mask?"

"I like sheep, sheep can save me!"

"I see you also play the zodiac death bet, right?" Xu Wenshan asked with a smile, "Where are you playing? I want to play too, can you take me with you?"

Heishuiqiang said that he bought it from Mr. Lei.

Xu Wenshan asked, what are the odds over there?

Heishuiqiang said that the zodiac signs are all [-] to [-].

I know this, is there anything more exciting?

Heishui forced a smile on his wrinkled face. The wrinkles were caused by long-term absorption, which caused the skin to loosen and the face to wrinkle.

He said, he can play, brother, it is exciting, guess the person, male or female, guess the age, guess the identity, children, old people, pregnant women.

Xu Wenshan was surprised. He didn't expect that the underground gambling table outside was no longer betting on masks, but on people.

The lottery will be drawn in two days, and someone will die again in two days.

Could this Heishui Qiang be Suicide No. 5?

Xu Wenshan asked, "Sir, I see you are very knowledgeable about mask gambling. Do you think the person who will die in the next two days will be a man or a woman?"

"Female, pregnant woman!" Heishui Qiang blurted out.

There was a room in this house. There was a stick stuck in the door of the room, and the door was locked. There was a "wuwu" sound, a woman's voice, coming from the room.

Xu Wenshan asked, "Sir, who is in your room?"

"My wife, that's just how she is. She likes to make trouble, so just leave her alone."

"Woo" "Woo", more desperate sounds came from the locked room.

Xu Wenshan judged that there was a woman in the house, who might be imprisoned and had something stuffed in her mouth.

He said, "I think there's something wrong with the shouting in this house. Your wife might be in trouble. I'll go take a look."

"can not go."

Heishui Qiang's eyes widened and he rushed forward, but he was no match for Xu Wenshan and was subdued in a few strokes.

Xu Wenshan pulled out the stick stuck in the door and opened the door.

He saw a shocking scene:

There was a woman lying on the bed, her whole body was tied with ropes, her mouth was stuffed with cloth, the woman's belly was bulging.

There is a torn wedding photo hanging on the wall. In the wedding photo, Heishui Qiang and his wife - the woman with a bulging belly on the bed.

Sheep head mask, pregnant woman, 100:[-].

Xu Wenshan understood. He finally knew the purpose of this Heishuiqiang who wanted to spend 1 yuan to buy a sheep head mask.

He was thinking of letting his wife wear a mask, push her downstairs, and let her die...

Use the money earned from self-inflicted death to gamble and smoke again.

Is that human being!

Xu Wenshan rescued the woman on the bed, who was crying hoarsely.

Xu Wenshan notified the hospital and the police, and he handcuffed Hei Shuiqiang's hands.

At this time, Hei Shuiqiang was still looking at the sheep-head mask. He reached out to grab it. The electronic lights in the eyes of the sheep-head mask lit up and emitted a requiem sound.

Heishui grabbed the mask and suddenly foamed at the mouth and became stiff. His addiction broke out again.

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At four o'clock in the morning, the two cases were solved.

Twenty Doomsday Church believers and a pregnant woman were rescued.

Farce, really a human farce. But everything is back to square one.

At this moment, Xu Wenshan had roughly guessed how the previous four suicide cases came about.

The Butterfly Effect.

For example, in the first case, the death of a terminally ill person may have been accidental. He knew that he was not going to die soon, so he fell from the building wearing a mask.

But after his death, some doomsday churches used this for propaganda.

Advocate the idea of ​​mask atonement, and this idea may have happened to affect No. 2 deceased.

A stock broker said that the stock market closed on Friday and the stock price fell from 16 yuan to 6 yuan. She felt that life was hopeless and she wanted to die. She bought a mask before she died.

She died on Saturday as the stock market closed.

But by this time, due to the overwhelming news, the situation began to ferment.

Seeing business opportunities, underground casinos may have joined forces with a doomsday organization to jointly plan the third suicide of a mentally disturbed man.

The doomsday organization wants members to believe that "the organization's zodiac god is saving the world."

Casinos open tables in the hope that people will continue to die and attract gamblers.

This guess may be inaccurate, but the general direction is——

These four suicide cases were caused by the news effect. In fact, they were driven by multiple people and organizations without knowing each other.

It is useless now to trace the origins.

So what if Hei Shuiqiang is captured, what if he captures the leader of the X cult, what if Hei Shuiqiang’s boss Lei Ye, who runs a casino, is captured?

How many Heishui Qiang are there, how many cult leaders are there, and how many people like Lei Ye are there.

Xu Wenshan knows very well:

Now all the criminal organizations in the city are consuming and hyping up this matter, each benefiting from it.

There is absolutely no control or traceability.

In the end, the doomsday organization collects money to escape, lets members die, and donates all the money before death.

The various handicaps in underground casinos give gamblers the evil thought of finding someone to commit suicide.

Two days later, on Saturday, perhaps not one person died, but several or even dozens of people jumped off the building...