My dead ghost husband is still alive

The window that was smashed by Xiaoqian kept pouring in wind and rain. Zhou An couldn't bear the erosion of the rain on the corpse on the ground. He and Wang Shuo worked together to move a nearby cabinet to block the window.

It is reasonable to say that the scene of the crime cannot be moved casually, but if the hole is not blocked, Xiaoqian's body will be soaked in rainwater.When the police came, what they saw would not be the first scene of the crime.

Today's accident, everyone knows that Xiaoqian committed suicide.

Wang Shuo said out of breath, "Are we destroying the scene of the crime?"

"Forget it." Zhou An took a breath and looked at the ground: "We didn't move the corpse..."

"Okay." Wang Shuo wiped off the drops of water on his face and said, "Do you want to stay in the living room with the dead body, or stay in the room."

Looking up, I saw Zhou An staring at a place, motionless.

"Damn... isn't it so evil?" Wang Shuo followed Zhou An's gaze and looked around, but he couldn't see anything suspicious.

"Wang Shuo." Zhou An suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "Go up, don't stay with me."

"Zhou An!" Wang Shuo stared at him, "Am I this kind of person?"

"You are not." Zhou An pushed him away without saying a word, with a serious expression: "I have something to deal with, and your stay here will affect me."

Seeing Zhou An showing such an expression for the first time, Wang Shuo hesitated: "I won't go." He shook his head, maybe Zhou An just didn't want to drag himself down.

"You're dragging your feet, do you know that?" Zhou An gestured to his left rear with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I saw him in the mountains, and the ghost story I told was true."

Wang Shuo widened his eyes and looked at Zhou An in disbelief.

After all, Xiaoqian happened after the accident, and Zhou An told ghost stories first, so this matter should not be nonsense by Zhou An.

After Wang Shuo left, Zhou An turned his face away. He was drenched and trembling a little now.

Looking at the figure standing next to Xiaoqian's body, he was also wet, and water droplets kept dripping from his body, forming a puddle of water on the ground.

He was looking down at Xiaoqian, who was dying horribly. There was no grim smile on his face, but his expression was as expressionless as before.

Zhou An didn't dare to go over, he wasn't afraid at all, in fact he was very scared.

It's just that for so long, the expression of fear has changed from yelling to silent fear and scruples, just like now.

"Zhong Lin, why did you kill Xiaoqian?"

Besides Xiaoqian, Zhou An was the only one who could see him.Now that Xiaoqian is dead, will he kill Zhou An as everyone guessed.

"Zhong Qian."

"What?" Zhou An opened his eyes.

"Her name is Zhong Qian." That person turned his face and showed a weird smile at Zhou An.

Zhou An felt his scalp go numb, and he couldn't help but grab his hair with his hands, with an unimaginable expression: "What's your relationship?" He didn't believe that the same surname was just a coincidence.

"Cousin." Zhong Lin stopped smiling, and walked towards Zhou An.

"Then why do you want to kill her?" Zhou An stepped back in a hurry, tripped over the sofa, and fell onto the sofa.His eyes were like a frightened sheep, staring in horror at the male ghost walking towards him: "Zhong Lin?"

"Damn her." Zhong Lin's sanity seemed clearer than before, and he was able to answer Zhou An's questions accurately, and his eyes were no longer dull, but Zhou An would rather see him with dull eyes, because the current him, There is only evil and hatred in the eyes, cold and biting.

"Did she kill you?" Zhou An clutched the wet hem of his clothes, with the cold leather sofa on his back: "How did you die? The body...then where is your body?"

But Zhong Lin didn't seem to hear these questions.

He walked directly to Zhou An's side, sat down on the leather sofa, wet the expensive sofa, and spoke after a long time: "I'm already dead."

Zhou An heard these five words in his ears, and felt very melancholy, as if engraved in his bones, with a thick sense of sadness, which could not be dissipated in the room.

The thick water vapor condensed the surrounding air, and Zhou An, who was sitting beside him, was especially affected, and his breathing became more and more uncomfortable.

It was as if there was water all around, all liquid, and I was about to suffocate myself to death.

I wanted to get up, but there were two hands holding my neck, pressing it down desperately... Then my body became heavier and heavier, and finally I had no strength to struggle.

"Zhou An! Zhou An!" Wang Shuo's voice came from far to near, and finally reached Zhou An's ear.

Zhou An felt that someone shook his shoulder vigorously, and then he woke up, breathing blankly, listening to the heavy rain outside.

"What's wrong with me?"

Just now Wang Shuo was still worried about Zhou An, so he quietly watched on the second floor.

He saw Zhou An sitting on the sofa, as if talking to someone, and then he fell down while talking.That struggling posture is like drowning in the water now.

"My brother, didn't you say that ghosts won't kill you?" Wang Shuo broke into a cold sweat, if he wasn't worried...

"If he wants to kill me..." Zhou An said nana, "Even with you by his side, he will kill me."

"Then what happened just now? Are you really talking?" Wang Shuo couldn't believe it in his heart. Is there really a ghost in this world?

But if not, how to explain everything today?

Zhou An didn't explain to Wang Shuo what happened just now, because he couldn't explain clearly either.

That kind of real feeling... It's like feeling Zhong Lin's emotions, and what he felt when he was drowned, was he murdered?

So, who is the owner of those hands?

Xiaoqian?

Impossible, a little girl who is slender than Zhong Lin was only in her teens four years ago.

"What are you thinking?" Wang Shuo felt goose bumps all over his body: "Let's go up, I don't think the rain has stopped yet."

"Okay." Zhou An couldn't figure it out, rubbed the center of his eyebrows tiredly, feeling very tired all over.

He went to the room with Wang Shuo, and Wang Shuo urged him to take a hot bath in case he caught a cold and had a fever.

After coming out, the two of them sat on the bed in silence, feeling heavy in their hearts.

I'm afraid that the other people in the villa are also affected by this incident.

"It's all my fault." Wang Shuo lowered his head and said, "If I hadn't proposed to camp here, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

"Then it's better to blame me." Zhou An's face turned pale: "If I hadn't brought you to this villa..." Everything would not have happened.

So, is it a coincidence or intentional to meet Xiaoqian this time?

Zhou An was suddenly not sure whether Wang Shuo's suggestion to come to this place was purely personal, or was it influenced by something?

"Then again, why do you suddenly want to camp here?"

"It's just..." Wang Shuo scratched his head and tried to recall: "I accidentally saw a post introducing this place, and thought it was well written, so I became interested."

His own character is a person who says that the wind is the rain, and it is not surprising that he would make such a decision.

Anyway, Zhou An silently deduced in his heart that Xiaoqian's death was a matter of seeking revenge and should have nothing to do with other people.

Sure enough, there were no more supernatural events. Two hours later, the rain was under control, but the signal was still up and down.

The actual call to the police station was three hours later, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

It took two hours for the police car to arrive. There were four people, three male police officers and one female police officer.

The female policeman seems to be a female forensic doctor, responsible for handling Xiaoqian's body.

The leader is a young man in his thirties, and his subordinates call him Team Zheng.

"The scene is terrifying enough." Team Zheng squinted at Xiaoqian's body on the ground, turned around and asked, "Xiao Zhao, are they all here? How many people are there?"

Everyone went to the living room and stood by the sofa. Xiao Zhao counted them all: "They are all in Team Zheng. There are eleven people in total, six men and five women."

Team Zheng nodded: "That's a good match, right?"

Wang Shuo curled his mouth, not liking the police officer's attitude.

"The one with curled lips..." Captain Zheng smiled at him: "Yes, it's you, what do you want to say?"

In this situation, Wang Shuo knew how wrong it was to say too much, but he still couldn't hold back: "We are two groups of people, and we got together because of the heavy rain last night."

"Oh." Team Zheng said, "So it's like this..." Turning around, he asked the female forensic doctor who had already stood up, "Nizi, what's the result?"

The forensic doctor looked at him: "The suicide weapon was the piece of glass in her hand. However, it is very unusual for such a brutal suicide to happen to a normal person. I have only seen suicides like this."

Team Zheng raised his eyebrows: "You mean she's mentally ill?"

"I'm not sure about this." The forensic doctor said: "First call up her identity, and check her medical history to find out. But..." She glanced at Zhou An and the eleven people: "The deceased had a lot of emotional ups and downs during his lifetime. , I guess it was stimulated by something."

When the people present at that time heard these words, they all looked at Zhou An in unison.

Maybe this action is just a subconscious behavior, but it is too consistent, which is tantamount to directly pushing Zhou An to the top of the wave.

So the police also noticed the little boy standing on the far side, and began to observe his every move preconceivedly.

"What do you mean? What are you doing looking at Zhou An?" Wang Shuo came out to speak again, glaring at them: "It's not that Zhou An killed the man, who was the one who rushed to save him? You all went to save him. People? Are you all fucking on the sidelines?"

Xiaoqian's companion was blushed by what he said, and everyone stopped looking at Zhou An, and chose to keep their heads down.

"Spicy chicken." Zhou An didn't persuade Wang Shuo to stop talking, and he curled his lips in disdain.

It wasn't just Xiaoqian's companions who felt the irony, but also those in the next class in high school who felt their faces were hot.

They didn't have a very deep friendship in the first place. After passing this time, I'm afraid they won't play together in the future.

Team Zheng took a panoramic view of their respective performances, and then decided: "Okay, let's talk about everything when we get back to the police station."

Everyone here, regardless of whether Xiaoqian committed suicide or not, will be interrogated once and a record will be made.