Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

There is a beauty salon a few streets away from the police station.

The sign at the door reads "Looking has good skills". This place is not affordable for ordinary people.

At this moment, Trilis was lying on a beauty bed, receiving makeup from the beautician.

Even in the city of longing, she still has money.

This beauty salon is a membership-based beauty salon. You usually come once every half month to apply special foundation on your face to modify your face and make you look older.

The City of Missing is different from the human world. Everyone who comes here has their age and appearance fixed before death and will not change.

Trillis was only 25 years old when she died, still young.

There is nothing wrong with being forever young, but if you look at your ageless face for a long time, the more you look at it, the more fake it becomes.

Therefore, many young ladies come to the "Looking Skills" beauty salon and ask to apply something on their face every half month to make themselves look older. Although they are deceiving themselves, they see themselves getting older in the mirror. After a while, it seemed like he was still alive.

"Do it well to make me look 40 years old. I'm going on a date tonight." She told the beautician.

At this time, Yao Ruolan was sitting on the sofa nearby.

"Ferryman, what do you want to know?" Cui Lisi was chatting with Yao Ruolan while receiving a facial massage from the beautician.

"Do you remember how you died?"

Trilis was the deceased in this case, and her memories played a vital role in finding the murderer.

"It's been 90 years, and you are the first person to ask me." Trilis closed her eyes and said, "I really don't know who killed me."

She was very drunk that night and fell asleep while lying on the sofa. She vaguely heard footsteps coming downstairs. She opened her eyes and vaguely saw a shadow, a person.

At that time, the candles were extinguished and the moonlight entered the room. It was very dark and she could not see the person clearly. The drunkenness gave her a headache and she screamed a few times.

Then she felt the black figure running toward her quickly, lifting something, and hitting her head hard. She had no time to resist, and she died just like that.

"Do you think the person who attacked you was your husband?" Yao Ruolan asked.

"Not sure, I don't know."

"Did this person come down from upstairs?"

"I heard voices coming downstairs."

"Are you sure there's only one person and not two?"

"Yes, I only saw the dark shadow of one person at that time." Trillis recalled.

"Is it male or female?"

"It's a man, it seems..." Trilis thought for a while, "The hair doesn't seem to be long, the clothes he's wearing are quite smelly, and he's holding something in his hand."

"Is it a knife? Or a stick?"

"Probably not, it's short, I don't know what it is. Okay." Trilis ended her memory, not wanting to fall into that nightmare scene again.

Yao Ruolan changed the question, "Before you died, did you and your husband, Qiao Hansheng, have a big conflict?"

"No. It's just that the husband and wife occasionally quarrel."

"Then did you see him after his death?"

"Only once," Trillis said.

In fact, not long after John Johnson was hanged, Cuillis went to see John Johnson when she came to the City of Missing.

Cuillis asked Johnson face to face, "Did you kill me?"

John Johnson was very emotional, "I didn't kill you, I don't know who killed you, I'm dead too!"

Trilis didn’t believe it. After all, the judge had also sentenced her. Trilith felt that it was George Han who killed her.

Cuillis was carrying a fruit knife at the time. She raised the knife and stabbed George Hansheng several times. The knife was inserted in and then pulled out. It was as if nothing happened to George Hansheng and there was no wound at all.

At that moment, both of them realized that they were either immortal or dead.

They will not get any results from revenge, and their lives will have no results.

If you can't kill the opponent, you must stay in the city of longing. Wait for one day, I don't know when, no one will think about it anymore, and it will turn into ashes without any pain.

They also knew that they would never be a couple again.

Each left in despair, without saying goodbye or seeing each other again.

In the past 90 years, Trilis has gone from being unable to accept it, to being like a walking zombie, to starting to find things for herself, to becoming happy, to getting to know more people who live here.

I have heard too many tragic stories, and everyone died in various ways, and later they all regarded it as a joke. There is also a "Daily Ranking of the Most Tragic Ways to Die", which is published in newspapers, and this is the daily news of the city of longing. .

"After comparing, I am lucky enough to die and don't want to think about it anymore," Trillis said.

A few minutes later, the beautician put on makeup to make Trilis look like she was 40 years old. She was going to meet her new boyfriend today.

There is no sense of taste when watching movies or eating, and I can’t feel anything when I kiss, but I use my memory to imagine what it feels like.

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At dusk, old antique cars stopped halfway up the mountain.

There was a broken tree in front of me, and dead leaves piled up on the road ahead.

The driver, wearing a black top hat and white gloves, turned to Yao Ruolan and said, "Madam, the car can only go so far."

Yao Ruolan stepped out of the car and wrapped her windbreaker tightly. She was not cold. Everyone in the city of longing used instinctive movements to disguise themselves.

Her shoes made a sound as they stepped on dead leaves.

There is a foggy lake on the left side of the road. On the other side of the lake is a forest. A woodcutter is chopping down a small tree with an axe. The hummingbirds on the tree are so startled that they flutter their wings and fly in the forest.

There are many old and mottled bungalows on the right, which was once a wealthy area.

Since the murder of Trilis, the rich people on the mountain have gradually moved away.

There is a bungalow every hundred meters. You can still imagine that these bungalows were once so beautiful. Today, vines and wild roses are climbing on the walls, and crows stand on the chimneys on the roofs.

After walking about 500 meters, Yao Ruolan stopped in front of the bungalow with the house number 56.

This is a three-story bungalow, which is the scene of the first murder of Trilis.

In investigating the case, after questioning the experienced detective Paulo and the deceased, she had to come to the scene to take a look.

The window glass on the first floor was broken. Glass fragments were scattered outside the window and outdoors. A clear bloody shoe print of size 42 could be seen.

Yao Ruolan thought that after the incident, the murderer broke the window from the inner room and jumped out of the window to escape.

The shoe print is size 42. John Johnson also wears shoes of this size. Could he really be the murderer?

Yao Ruolan opened the door and saw granular dust floating in the room under the setting sun.

There were dried blood stains all around the sofa in the living room on the first floor. Judging from the splatter marks of blood, Trilis died on the sofa...

Yao Ruolan closed her eyes, as if she could imagine that scene. The drunk Cui Lisi had no time to resist and was beaten to death by the murderer.

But why are there two scars on her head?

One is a blunt instrument, such as a stick, and the other is a sharp instrument, such as a machete.

But the murderer should have been very quick in his attack. He had to attack Trilis with both blunt and sharp weapons at the same time to kill her quickly.

Could it be that there are two murderers? Impossible, Trilis said that she only saw one person, and the murder weapon in that person's hand was neither a stick nor a machete.

It is a short item.

It's an axe!