My dead ghost husband is still alive

When they called the police, the police didn't know that there were more than ten people here. They only drove over in a police car, and they couldn't sit down.

"Xiao Zhao, you and Nizi go back in the police car, as for Xiao Feng and me..." Team Zheng frowned and arranged, "Come back with your classmates."

"Okay." Several subordinates nodded and started to act.

Xiao Zhao and Nizi carried the body into the police car, while Zheng Dui and Xiao Feng organized the remaining eleven people to go out.

Everyone had luggage, so they hurried upstairs to take their luggage with them.As for the six bicycles in the high school group, they still pushed them.When I met a bus back to the city on the side of the road, all the bicycles were put in the luggage compartment.

It took more than two hours to return to the city. The weather was gloomy. It didn't look like five o'clock at all, but it looked like seven o'clock.

There was a signal when we were in the car, and everyone called home to report that they were safe.

But about Xiaoqian's suicide, everyone chose to conceal it, and didn't go into details with the parents too much.

Zhou An turned on the phone, there were several missed calls on it, he quickly dialed back.

"Mom, my mobile phone has no signal in the mountains, and I'm safe now."

"When will you be home?" Lu Shan's voice was full of concern.

But I heard my son's voice faltering, as if there was something hard to explain: "Mom, something happened here, my classmates and I are going to the police station." elaborate.

"What's going on? Which police station?" Lu Shan asked for the address, and then went directly to find someone.

At the police station, a group of students suddenly came, and everyone who was about to get off work looked at each other. It seemed that they had to work overtime tonight.

"Ah Cheng, tell everyone to work overtime tonight." Captain Zheng walked in and clapped his hands: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat everyone to dinner after finishing the notes."

"Team Zheng, please be polite. This is our job." Officer Acheng said, "Xiao Zhao and Nizi have already talked about this matter just now, and we all know it well."

"What about them?"

"The identity of the deceased has been ascertained, and we are going to investigate the information."

Team Zheng nodded: "Then let's start, hurry up."

Everyone in the bureau has a job, and each one is questioned separately.

A row of students sitting on the side were led into the interrogation room one by one by the police officers.

Zhou An sat on the far side, and Wang Shuo patted him on the shoulder when he left: "Dude, calm down, just say what the police ask you."

"Yeah." Watching him leave, Zhou An saw a pair of feet standing in front of him, wearing handsome short boots, and looking up was a pair of long legs: "They all have a date, so I can only interrogate you."

It was Captain Zheng, with a harmless smile on his face.

"I hope you cooperate with the work."

"It should." Zhou An said.

He got up and followed Team Zheng into the interrogation room. It turned out to be an office. The man said, "There are not so many interrogation rooms in the bureau. Just ask in my office. Please sit down."

Following Zheng Dui's finger, Zhou An sat down opposite him. This distance made people breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tell me about the passage from when you saw the deceased to when the deceased died."

"OK……"

How did you meet Xiaoqian at the beginning, and what happened in the villa, you can tell the truth.

Thinking it was unnecessary, Zhou An cut off the head and tail, and rotted those things in his stomach.

What he said was also what the other students said. Several police officers knew it after a pair of confessions. Everyone's confessions were consistent, and no one lied.

"Zhou An." Zheng Dui took Zhou An's confession and lightly tapped his fingers on the table: "They said that you were the same as the deceased, and saw... a ghost at the same time." I'm sorry that Zheng Dui, an atheist, also felt very uncomfortable with this word. It's not suitable to say it from my own mouth, but the students all said so, so let's just believe that there really is this so-called ghost: "What picture do you see?"

"A vague shadow." Xiaoqian was already dead, and Zhou An had nothing to prove.

"Are you sure it's not the tree branch outside the window?" Captain Zheng looked at Zhou An. This little brother didn't seem to be such a weak psychological person.

At least when it comes to ghosts, he doesn't seem very scared.

"I'm not sure." Zhou An followed Team Zheng's thinking a little dullly.

"Do you still think you really saw a ghost?" Team Zheng frowned.

"Maybe like you said, it's just a branch..." Zhou An forced a smile, then lowered his head and remained silent.

"They all said that the deceased came to you alone before committing suicide, and stayed alone with you for a while." Team Zheng asked, "What did you say during that time?"

"She knocked on my door and told me there was a ghost..." Zhou An clenched his fists where Captain Zheng couldn't see: "Ask me why I'm not afraid, she thinks that ghost is here to kill her, but Didn't tell me why. Then she left and I followed her downstairs..."

The next story has been described clearly by the students.

"Then why aren't you afraid?" Captain Zheng stared straight at Zhou An. Although this person wasn't lying, he always felt that something was wrong: "Look up and look at me and talk."

Zhou An raised his head and looked at him: "I don't feel any danger...so I'm not afraid."

Why should a person be afraid?

At the end of the day, it is because you feel uneasy, dangerous, or harmful to yourself.

There is nothing wrong with the saying that there is no danger, so there is no fear.

"Captain Zheng." Police officer Acheng knocked on the door of the office: "Many children have been picked up by their parents, are you done?"

Team Zheng glanced at Zhou An, nodded and said, "It's over." He stood up and walked to Zhou An's side: "Thank you for your cooperation."

"It should be." Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Can I have a contact information?" Captain Zheng blocked his way, and smiled when he saw his nervous expression: "Don't get me wrong, this is my personal behavior." Looking at his watch: "It's off work now. "

"Yes." Zhou An was embarrassed to refuse, and after giving the phone number, he thought about it, and there was already his personal contact information in the transcript just now.

Thinking that Team Zheng was just going through the motions, it didn't look so unruly.

"An'an." Lu Shan saw Zhou An at a glance, stood up quickly, and came to pick him up.

"Mom." Zhou An apologized, as if this trip caused a lot of trouble: "I'm fine, let's go out and talk about it."

Lu Shan already knew what happened: "Let's go." She patted Zhou An's shoulder and just sighed.

"Yeah." Wang Shuo had already gone back. Zhou An had received his text message before, and he probably would be scolded when he went back.

After the mother and son were here, Zhou An apologized to her: "I'm sorry."

Zhou An's bicycles and outdoor equipment were loaded at the back of the carriage, and seeing those things made him feel heavy in his heart.

"Don't think too much." Lu Shan was just afraid that this matter would affect Zhou An's study status: "It's just an accident, don't keep it in your heart." She didn't directly mention study: "Why don't you rest at home for a few days, How about going to school again in a few days?"

Zhou An nodded, and asked him to go to school in good spirits tomorrow, which was really impossible.

"Mom has already cooked the meal. After you finish eating, go take a shower and go to bed." Lu Shan opened the door of the house, helping Zhou An carry a backpack.

"Okay." Zhou An felt sorry, and carried it over by himself: "I can do it myself."

When I got home, I finally felt a little more relaxed. After eating, Zhou An felt that he had recovered a lot.

The reason why he was affected was because death was too far away, but today he had such a close contact with a person's life from birth to death.

Speaking of pity, there really isn't one.

Everyone has their own destiny and trajectory, bystanders are always just bystanders.

After dinner, Zhou An consciously cleaned up the dishes, stood in the kitchen and listened to the whining sound of the faucet, and his heart began to ripple. Where is Zhong Lin?

After Xiaoqian's accident, he showed up and never appeared again.

Zhou An thought, is it Zhong Lin's obsession to seek revenge on Xiaoqian?

His hand washing the dishes paused, and he felt more and more that he had guessed right, and that should be the case.

He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, it would be nice if this was the case.

Even after tonight, he still didn't feel any aura from Zhong Lin. Facing the morning sun, Zhou An showed a relieved expression.

It looks like he really left.

Zhou An raised his hand to untie the gold chain around his neck, and borrowed an unused jewelry box from his mother to put it in.

He wanted to find a time to send this thing back to Zhong Lin's room.

The sun was shining brightly on Monday morning, with no signs of the ravages of yesterday.

Zhou An liked the sunshine above his head very much. Taking advantage of the fine weather, he rode his bicycle to go to the old residential building on South Street again.

Hearing that Wang Shuo didn't go to class, he took two wife cakes to visit Wang Shuo.

The bicycle rode into a familiar alley, but Zhou An saw that this narrow alley was blocked by many things, and people even moved things down one after another.

He saw it at a glance, isn't that Zhong Lin's desk?

Zhou An's face changed, and he quickly put down his bicycle and ran over: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Two uncles carrying a desk threw the desk on the ground casually: "Go to work, help people clean up the trash."

The glass on the desk shattered in two, and a photo fell at Zhou An's feet. Zhou An quickly bent down to pick it up, and wiped it clean with his fingertips. This was Zhong Lin's photo.

Probably the owner of the house called someone to clean it up. Zhou An looked at the things around him and said, "Can I pick some of these things and take them away?"

"Do you want it?" The uncles looked at Zhou An with strange eyes: "It's all rubbish, take it away if you want it." After they finished speaking, they went upstairs, and there were still a lot of them.

Zhou An sighed, took off the backpack on his back, and opened it to pack things.

Some of Zhong Lin's old things, clothes, books, gadgets, and a well-preserved pen.

The purpose of this trip was in vain, and not only did the things not return to their original owners, but they got more and more... Zhou An despised himself for being like this, but he couldn't just watch these things being thrown away.

"What are you carrying on your back?" I finally saw Wang Shuo, and I was very happy that he was still alive and kicking.

"Some things." Zhou An said, "Didn't your parents teach you a lesson?"

"Why didn't you train me!" Wang Shuo said, "I'm strictly forbidden to run around in the future!"

"Haha, I thought it was mixed doubles." Zhou An knew that Wang Shuo's parenting method was straightforward.

Usually, he doesn't control much, and if something happens, he will directly slap Wang Shuo.

"You..." Wang Shuo hesitated to speak, which was not his style: "Are you feeling better now?"

Zhou An knew what he was asking, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"No..." Wang Shuo held the front of his car: "You still believe in ghosts?"

Zhou An shook his head, just like answering Captain Zheng: "Maybe it's my eyes that didn't see clearly."

"Damn." Wang Shuo remembered the story Zhou An made up for himself, the one who met a ghost in the mountain: "I think you are gentle, but I didn't expect you to be a sinister guy."

In fact, he was also quite afraid, and almost believed it.