Before he finished speaking, Long Wenhua immediately gave up, "Look at my mouth, I'll just talk casually. At the critical moment, it's up to you and Police Officer Zhao to make up your mind. Don't pay attention to me, Mr. Long's opinion."

"No need to make a fuss, what's wrong with the body of the deceased in this supernatural incident will not be known until night, and we still don't know anything about the situation of the two brothers Bao Jianping and Bao Jianye. Find a way to get close to their corpses." Zhao Tailai said repeatedly.

Su Che glanced at him, "Okay, what are you going to do, Old Zhao?"

The four of them slipped out of the crowd and found an empty corner to discuss for a while, after which Zhao Tailai muttered into the headset mysteriously.

Yet at this moment.

"Quack... quack..."

Suddenly several pitch-black fingerprints appeared on the wall, so close that they almost touched Hong Shan's body. Not only that, the wall where the black fingerprints appeared suddenly collapsed in just a split second, as if it was knocked down by something .

"what?"

Hong Shan was startled, covered in cold sweat, and ran away, but when he turned around, he saw nothing but the collapsed wall.

Only then did he notice that the place where the four of them were discussing quietly was an old brick building used as a utility room. The tiles on the roof were covered with a thick layer of moss and dirt, and the wooden beams were even more rotten. It was making an overwhelmed rattling sound, and it was about to collapse together with this collapsed wall.

boom--

The roof tiles covered with moss and dirt poured down as the rotten beams broke under the overwhelmed load, and then the smoke and dust rose. things are presented to the public.

Hong Shan was stunned and muttered to himself, "Damn, we won't be so unlucky, will we?"

Bang!

He lifted up the collapsed beams, smashed the small half of the uncollapsed wall in front, and found those few bricks stained with black fingerprints from the pile of broken bricks and tiles.

"We must have seen a ghost, but it doesn't matter who is unlucky." Su Che's expression moved slightly, looking at the bricks stained with black fingerprints under his feet.

Hong Shan's face turned pale, "Just now...was it a ghost?"

"I can't be sure, but judging from the situation just now, it is highly possible that the thing that attacked us was not a ghost." Su Che analyzed, "Old Zhao, besides ghosts and the evil spirits that appeared in Yuanjialing, what else is there?" Something evil?"

Su Che's question is not aimless, whether it's the weird and eerie feeling in the room where Bao Jianping's coffin was placed before, or the old brick and tile house that collapsed in front of them without warning, Su Che didn't feel the breath of ordinary ghosts , on the contrary, it was somewhat similar to the feeling that Yuan Jialing's evil spirit gave him.

So, what is causing this supernatural event that Zhao Tailai called the death site has gradually surfaced.

"Other evil things besides ghosts and evil spirits?"

Zhao Tailai thought for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "I really can't answer this question for a while, but since these things are not ordinary ghosts or evil spirits, there is a high probability that they are dirty things coming in from outside."

Chapter 770 Another one died!

After the sudden attack, everything returned to calm again.

Perhaps because of the death at Bao Jianping's funeral, the collapse of the old brick and tile house at Su Che and others did not attract the attention of others. After all, life is at stake, and an old house that was almost abandoned collapsed. If it collapsed, and didn't kill anyone, how big of a deal could it be?

In a short while, with the sirens whistling from far and near, the police car and ambulance arrived one after another.

The one who led the police and medical staff to the murder scene was none other than Hong Shan who was almost hit by the collapsed wall just now.

Looking at the labor insurance uniform with the words 'Wangxian Funeral Parlor' printed on it in an obvious place, Su Che said to Zhao Tailai very speechlessly, "This is what you just said, Lao Zhao, it is easier to fish in troubled waters and get close to Bao Jianye and Bao Jianping." The identities of the bodies of the two brothers?"

"It's urgent, there is no better choice, Mr. Su, please change it!" Zhao Tailai shook his empty sleeves, now Hong Shan went to contact the police who came, Zhao Tailai was a disabled person who lost his hands, Therefore, the burden of pretending to be funeral home workers to get close to the two corpses can only fall on Su Che and Long Wenhua.

Judging from the previous situation where the old brick and tile houses collapsed and smashed into Hongshan, anyone who had contact with the death website may become the target of the death website attack, so too many people and Bao Jianye and Bao Jianping Close contact with human corpses is definitely a great hidden danger. In order to avoid the expansion of the situation, the first thing to do is to control the corpses of Bao Jianye and Bao Jianping.

Putting on the labor insurance uniforms of Wang County Funeral Home, Su Che and Long Wenhua hurried to the funeral scene.

"Brother, you said that those people at the funeral didn't call the funeral parlor. Isn't it a little too deliberate for us to rush up like this?" Long Wenhua asked in a low voice.

Su Che responded, "Actually, it's more appropriate to pretend to be a forensic doctor at this time, but who called Lao Zhao? He called the hearse from the Wang County Funeral Parlor right away? I guess the monks watching the coffin and knocking on wooden fish and the Taoist priests who sang scriptures will all be here soon." You have to follow the hearse, and the one-stop service arrangement can't stop all night."

When the two rushed to the funeral scene, the surrounding area was already pulled up. The police and medical staff who arrived earlier were investigating the cause of Bao Jianye's death, and it seemed that the result had already been reached.

"Bao Jianye's cause of death was that a sharp weapon cut the aorta in his neck, resulting in excessive blood loss." Seeing Su Che and Long Wenhua, Hong Shan hurried forward and whispered in Su Che's ear.

He clicked his tongue, "The thing that cut the aorta in his neck was a bamboo strip with a thickness of only a few millimeters. It was originally used to tie a flower wreath, but it suddenly came loose and popped out when he was passing by with something, just right. They rubbed Bao Jianye's neck and severed the jugular artery, and he died within a minute or two."

Speaking of which, Hong Shan gestured to his neck, as if he wanted to show the sharpness of the bamboo strip, and then he continued in a tone of lingering fear, "It's the same as before, if that one is dirty Any faster, and I'm afraid I'll be crushed by several tons of bricks and tiles and die instantly."

Su Che nodded knowingly.

This dirty thing known as the death website harmed people basically through some small and fatal accidents. No wonder it spread all the way from Haicheng to Shuangqing and even Jiangcheng without being noticed by Dongjiang Guoan.

"Besides these, are there any other discoveries?" Su Che asked aloud while being led forward by Hong Shan.

Hong Shan shook his head, "Now we just confirmed the cause of Bao Jianye's death..."

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by a man's screams at the top of his throat, followed by a few sharp screams.

"Dead!"

"One more dead!"

"Old Bao's wife hanged herself!"

Su Che's gaze suddenly became serious, and he followed the sound. He soon saw a middle-aged woman hanged on the upper floor of the room where Bao Jianping's coffin was placed. It seemed as if he could see Bao Jianping's coffin downstairs through the floor, and he exhaled like "ho...ho...ho..." from his mouth .

"What's going on? What's going on? So many people didn't notice that she was going to hang herself?"

"Ask you guys, are you all dumb?"

"You just let a living person commit suicide right under your nose?"

A series of furious scolding sounds exploded.

"It's Captain Yan who came over from the police." Hong Shan reminded Su Che.

Looking back and forth a few times, Su Che finally found the Captain Yan that Hong Shan mentioned from the crowd. He had a long face and short eyebrows, and there was a [-]-[-] cm scar on the left cheek, which was not too obvious. top.

The two consecutive murders in a short period of time obviously made him feel a lot of pressure. Even though Hong Shan's previous contact made him understand that the murder that happened today was unusual, it was inevitable that the family members of the deceased committed suicide under the watchful eyes of everyone. I got angry.

"Yan... Team Yan, everyone's attention is on the side of the deceased. Who would have thought that the family members of the deceased would suddenly be overwhelmed at this time..."

Someone wants an explanation out loud.

However the next second.

The old man Bao, who suffered from the pain of losing his son and wife one after another, fell into a deathlike silence, his eyes widened, his Adam's apple gurgling, as if he had seen something that frightened him from the bottom of his heart, and the protruding eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. Crazy pouted his head and bumped into Bao Jianping's coffin.

Fortunately, a few policemen around Old Man Bao quickly grabbed him, so they didn't cause a massacre in front of everyone.

Old Man Bao's body was trembling constantly, foam was spouting from his mouth, and he yelled indistinctly.

"It's coming! It's coming!"

"It's not enough to kill Jianping, it's going to kill our whole family!"

"Go... go... go... go away... don't come... don't come... I'll Dead you ... I killed you ... I will kill you if you don't roll ... ah ah ah ah ah ... "

Old man Bao spoke incoherently as if in a state of insanity, waving his hands, tearing and biting the few policemen who dragged him back.

Such an unexpected situation was beyond everyone's expectations, and even Captain Yan, who was burning with anger, was a little at a loss by this scene.

The old man Bao had a frenzied and terrified expression on his face. On the one hand, he screamed incoherently, and on the other hand, he let out a desperate cry, which was so stern that his scalp went numb and his body felt cold.

Chapter 770 Nine what the hell can handle this one-stop service?

The old man Bao suddenly became crazy, which made the already chaotic funeral scene even more chaotic.

At this time, whether it was the relatives of Old Man Bao's family who were wearing mourning clothes, the people who came to watch the excitement nearby, or the police who were a little confused by the successive murders, they all realized that things seemed to be changing in an unexpected situation.

Some people's emotions even began to fall into panic.

"Old Bao, this is... this is a collision with evil, right?"

"It's more than just running into evil. I've said that Lao Bao's youngest son died outside for no reason. I'm afraid he has provoked something dirty that shouldn't be provoked."

"Hiss... Hearing what you said made people panic. In less than half an hour, Lao Bao's eldest son and his wife were all dead. If it weren't for the police's sharp eyesight and quick hands, even Lao Bao I have to die too, what kind of dirty thing is this, I think it's a ghost asking for my life!"

"So, isn't it haunted?"

"Haunted..."

"Is there a ghost? It's haunted, it's haunted!"

After a burst of murmurs full of panic, the passers-by who watched the excitement exploded, and the rumors about the old man Bao's family being killed by ghosts at the funeral became very noisy.

But the old man Bao's eyes showed madness and fear that had reached the extreme.

"The situation is about to get out of control before that ghost comes out. Wait until that ghost really comes out to harm people? Su...Mr. Su, you have to make up your mind about what to do!" Hong Shan's tone of voice was very anxious.

Su Che's gaze was indeed fixed on Old Man Bao, "Did you notice?"

"What did you find?" Long Wenhua and Hong Shan looked puzzled.

"Where Old Man Bao is looking."

After being reminded by Su Che, the two of them looked forward following the old man Bao's line of sight, and the place where they finally stopped was Bao Jianye's still bleeding corpse.

Su Che continued, "From the time we heard old man Bao's howl until now, although he is in a different place, his eyes have always stayed on Bao Jianye's body."

Long Wenhua and Hong Shan were a little dumbfounded.

"Brother, that was his own son, who died inexplicably. Isn't it strange to have such a reaction?" Long Wenhua said softly.

Su Che said convincingly, "Because of this, it's normal to have such a reaction when your own son dies inexplicably, but after the news of old man Bao and his wife hanging himself just now, did you see him even turning his head to look at him? ?”

After saying this, Long Wenhua and Hong Shan reacted belatedly.

"No, I didn't pay much attention to Old Man Bao when I came here, but he really seemed to be staring at Bao Jianye's body all the time." Long Wenhua's tone was not very sure.

On the other hand, Hong Shan frowned, "I'm sure there is absolutely nothing! So, the problem is Bao Jianye's body?"

"Ask Captain Yan to help remove the passers-by who came to see the excitement from the funeral, and then we will move Bao Jianye's body." Su Che said to Hong Shan.

Hong Shan nodded knowingly, trotted up to the furious Captain Yan and muttered a few words in a low voice, then Captain Yan turned his head and took a deep look at Su Che and Long Wenhua who were wearing the labor insurance uniforms of Wangxian Funeral Home, and greeted them repeatedly Watching several other police officers take the more panicked crowd outside the isolation zone away from the funeral scene.

Just at this time, an Iveco Big Gold Cup, which was older and older than the hearse of the Haicheng funeral home that Su Che saw before, squeezed out from the crowd, and slowly stopped beside the funeral site, followed by two A car full of people.

Taking a few glances into these two cars, it was as expected by Su Che, there were seven or eight people wearing cassocks and Taoist robes, and one could tell at a glance that they were a professional team that ate funerals.

The spectators who were taken away from the funeral scene were dumbfounded when they saw the funeral home's hearse and two full cars of professional team members.

We're just talking about being haunted or something...

You actually invited a lot of monks and priests without saying a word, such a luxurious lineup... What the hell can handle this one-stop service?

"It's time, do it!" Su Che glanced at Long Wenhua.

The two walked in front of Bao Jianye's corpse. At this time, the momentum of hot blood splashing on Bao Jianye's severed neck artery had slowed down significantly. Animals whose throats were cut and bled to death.

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