haunted house

"Crack... bang!"

Zheng Zheng closed the door and threw the key on the table.While unbuttoning his shirt, he walked to the bar, picked up a bottle of red wine and poured more than half of it into the glass, then took the glass and poured it into his mouth.After finishing the red wine in the glass in one breath, he went straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The warm water sprayed on the cold tiles, forming a mist, which quickly blurred the glass door of the bathroom, and only the figure inside could be vaguely seen.Zheng Zheng threw the shirt on the ground, pulled out the belt and hung it on the hook. After taking off his trousers two or three times, he walked under the shower.Warm drops of water sprinkled on his body, flowed along the perfectly curved back into the buttocks, then slid over the long straight and slender legs and finally sank to the ground.

The hot water and alcohol accelerated Zheng Zheng's blood circulation, and he felt a little drunk.Zheng Zheng closed his eyes, and what the man said couldn't help but pop up in his mind.

[Killing is something that cannot be turned back once it starts.The group of ghosts who attacked Lin Yuanwei, they have already killed red eyes.Do you now know what it means for you to let them go, my good police officer】

Zheng Zheng punched the bathroom wall irritably, at this moment, the cell phone in the living room rang.Zheng Zheng paused for a moment, tore off the bath towel, wiped it casually, and walked over naked to answer the phone.

"I'm Zheng Zheng, what's the matter?"

"Boss, it's terrible! A dismembered corpse was found on the roof of a house in Jinbi Garden, T City... Judging from the still intact head, it was, it was the Lin Yuanwei we were following last night! Come here quickly have a look!"

Zheng Zheng frowned and said in a deep voice: "I see, let the others stay still until I arrive."

Taking a slow breath, Zheng Zheng gritted his teeth and threw the towel on the ground.damn it!Where did those crazy ghosts go!

-

There are many light industry factories on the outskirts of City T. The sudden economic crisis not long ago led to the bankruptcy of many small factories. Even if some factories did not go bankrupt, the orders they received were greatly reduced, so they even saved overtime.In the brightly lit area in the past, there are only a few larger factories still in operation, and the suburbs of Dongcheng City suddenly fell silent.

At this time, a small abandoned factory flashed a bright light, revealing a trace of strangeness in the empty factory.

Going forward along the dark corridor, the "tick" smelly water dripped from the rusty pipe, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor. At the end was a gray iron door, and the dim light came from half Through the hidden door.

A light bulb was hung on the roof. Under the faint light of the light bulb, a man in overalls was stirring vigorously in an iron bucket half a person's height with a thick wooden stick.The white slurry in the iron bucket kept bubbling and misting out.Seems to be almost done, 'he' put down the wooden stick in his hand, went to a dark corner and dragged out a large wooden box.The crate looked heavy and it took 'he' some time to drag the crate to the iron drum.

Bending down to open the lock on the wooden box, 'he' silently looked at the contents of the wooden box.

A naked man was curled up in a wooden box with his hands and feet bound. His bronzed skin glowed beautifully under the light, and his taut muscles had very sexy lines.

"...beautiful..." 'he' said softly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The man's eyes were blurred by sweat.

"It's almost..."

Ignoring the man's struggle, 'he' picked up the spoon and started pouring the white slurry from the iron bucket into the box condescendingly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——)) The hanging light bulbs shook weakly and then slowly returned to calm...

At this time, the ghost of Wu Dayong, who was wandering in the sky above T City, turned his gaze to the outskirts of T City as if feeling something.

-

The weather in summer is like a doll, the rain comes and goes quickly. The wet weather brings inconvenience to the grave sweepers, but it still cannot reduce their enthusiasm for worshiping ancestors.

"This kind of weather is so annoying, I'm going to grow mushrooms on my body!" Chen Zhanpeng muttered dissatisfiedly, "I really don't know why I have to do this, can it be done as early as Qingming Festival, it's delayed until this time every year just went."

"Don't mutter, this is a tradition in our family, tradition! Wait until my aunt hears and see if she doesn't bother you to death!" The cousin walking beside Chen Zhanpeng warned in a low voice. You must know that these aunts and aunts The fighting power in the mouth is quite strong, and not only Chen Zhanpeng will be accused of being immune to it, but she will also be hard to escape.

"Yes yes yes..." Chen Zhanpeng curled his lips in disdain secretly, a group of annoying aunts.

Chen Zhanpeng wandered off in his heart, and tripped over something protruding from the ground without paying attention. On August [-]th, he had a close contact with the ground.

"Crack." There was a crisp sound.

Broken, broken?Chen Zhanpeng moved his buttocks in a cold sweat, and then he was relieved to find that it was not his own bone that was broken.He turned to stare at the object that tripped him—a white stone stained with muddy water. It seemed that this stone was originally buried in the soil, but for some reason, a small piece protruded out, that is, this small piece The stone tripped Chen Zhanpeng.

"what is this?"

"Zhanpeng, are you alright!" My cousin quickly walked over to help Chen Zhanpeng up, "Is there any pain from the fall?"

"It's okay." Chen Zhanpeng picked up the small piece of white stone that he broke and said to himself doubtfully, "Who is so ungrateful to bury this kind of thing by the roadside, don't you know how to bury it farther away? "

"Throw it away!" My cousin shouted at Chen Zhanpeng angrily, "Can you pick up things in the mountains! Today we are here to sweep graves!"

"Can you stop being so superstitious? It's not good to learn, but to learn from those three aunts and six wives." Chen Zhanpeng said angrily to his cousin, then turned to look at the white stone in his hand, "It feels like plaster... How could it be buried here? Hmm...that's weird..."

Although Chen Zhanpeng is not a student of the art department, because Su Liang, who is in the same dormitory, is taking art as an elective, and he often accompanies Su Liang to lectures, he has a little understanding of plaster and other materials.

"Hey! Throw it away quickly! It's very unlucky!" My cousin was hopping around.

"Understood, it's really long-winded." Chen Zhanpeng was about to throw away the plaster block, but stopped when the plaster block was out of his hand. He watched the section of the plaster block and slowly tightened his brows.

"Will you throw it or not? Chen Zhanpeng!"

After being silent for a while, Chen Zhanpeng turned his head and looked at his cousin with a sad face: "It seems that I can't throw it away, cousin..."

The cousin took a closer look and saw that the plaster block on Chen Zhanpeng's white hand was split in two by her, and a small piece of black bone was embedded in the newly broken section. After realizing it, she looked at Chen Zhanpeng's face with a blue face.

"If we think the same, I think we need to drink coffee with the police uncle..." Chen Zhanpeng said.

-

It took nearly an hour for the police to arrive at the scene after reporting the case. Several police officers carefully dug out the plaster block, and everyone present was startled when it was dug out.

The piece of plaster was about a person's height and was oddly shaped, with irregular protrusions at the head and tail of the snake-like twisted plaster body.The surface of the pale plaster block was covered with reddish brown mud, and it looked like a lot of blood had been splashed on the white stone.

"My God...it looks disgusting, what the hell is this..." A young policeman looked away from the plaster cast with an ugly face.

"I don't know... I don't know why I feel uncomfortable looking at this thing." Another policeman looked around the surrounding trees and said, "It's so evil, it's like digging a grave for such a thing to happen to a grave sweeper. of."

"It's so noisy, what are you talking about! It's so feudal in what era! Get out of the way! Find someone to break open this thing and see what's inside." The leading senior policeman glared at the two talking policemen Said.

"What else? Didn't you find a finger bone? It must be a dead person... Just call the forensics department to come..." The policeman who spoke first whispered, "And the murder case Team Zheng and the others have always been in charge, and that fellow Wang Xiaofan has gone off to some unknown place, it’s really abominable!"

At this time, Chen Zhanpeng, who had been watching from the side, suddenly spoke.

"This...it looks like a human face..." He narrowed his eyes and moved closer to the plaster block, then pointed to a part of the plaster block and looked at the leading policeman.

After hearing this, the police scattered around couldn't help leaning towards Chen Zhanpeng's position.

"where?"

"Here. These are the eyes, this is the nose, and this is the mouth..." Chen Zhanpeng moved his fingers while speaking.

Several police officers opened their eyes and watched carefully, but there was a pattern of bumps and bumps the size of a big pancake where Chen Zhanpeng pointed, but they didn't see anything.

"It's not like, isn't it the same as the other parts? Brother, it's your illusion." The youngest policeman interrupted.

When others refuted, Chen Zhanpeng, who was half a bucket of water, was at a loss for a moment, and he continued with a confused look: "Don't you think this pattern looks like a person shaking his head... It's like pressing his face on the dough and twisting and printing out traces."

After listening to Chen Zhanpeng's explanation, several policemen looked back and saw that the pattern was indeed similar.

"...Zhang team, this really looks like a human face, and it seems to be in pain..." Now the faces of the policemen are even more ugly. If the person in the plaster is really a person, it probably isn't Ordinary killings are so simple, this is probably a perverted murder case.

"...Get the plaster off first." Captain Zhang ordered, "By the way, this little brother is the one who reported the crime. Can you tell me about the situation? I might trouble you to go to the police station to do it later." record."

Chen Zhanpeng looked away from the plaster block, scratched his hair and nodded to Team Zhang: "As a citizen, this is what you should do." Alas, if only Su Liang were here, he is much better at art than him, I heard that Su Liang wants to visit the recently opened plaster museum in the art museum?He just got a ticket from his brother-in-law, so give it to him when the time comes, anyway, he doesn't like such sissy things...