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Sorry for breaking your trust.

Sorry to drag you into danger.

Sorry, the real murderer is... myself.

Besides, I'm already dead.

Accidentally died in that hotel room. The cause of death was slipping in the bathroom and hitting the back of the head, which is the broken place now.

Fortunately, there was no pain, and he died in an instant.

The position is also very good, can be covered with hair.

The ridiculous thing is that no one understood me before I died, but after I died, I met more than one of my kind.

I ask them to hold you with me and prevent you from tracking down the murderer who killed the anchor.because--

You should have imagined that the murderer was actually me.

When I watched the live broadcast that day, I sensed that there was my father's soul in the wood of the statue.

I don't know how he got attached to it, maybe he was leaning against the wood when I killed him.

The pen fairy will attract the souls nearby, and my father is the closest to the pen fairy.

When I think of him telling the truth through the mouth of the anchor, I can't control my fear and anger!

My murder, the shame I experienced, is about to be publicly executed.

That's the embarrassment that I have been hiding for more than ten years. How could it be discovered?

My father doesn't deserve to be called a father at all, damn him, he doesn't deserve to reveal the truth!

I killed the host.

Killing ghosts is not something you can use logical reasoning to find clues.

--sorry.

Tang Changyue's figure gradually became light and transparent, and he could vaguely see the courtyard behind through his body.

"Actually, I originally came to say goodbye to you."

Originally, he had discussed with the skeletons that Zhang Xian would only be in a coma in the blood swamp, and he was always safe.

But Zhang Xian knew nothing about this, and suddenly broke the game. The skeletons were unprepared and suffered heavy injuries.

Tang Changyue decided to use all her strength to warm and nourish the skeletons. They will sleep together, and they don't know when they will wake up, and they may never wake up.

Since he was going to disappear forever, it didn't matter to tell Zhang Xian the truth.

"Sorry……"

This was Tang Changyue's last sentence before disappearing, the ending drifted in the wind.

There is no trace of him in this world.

"Long Moon..."

Zhang Xian faced the place where Tang Changyue disappeared, looked at the dilapidated and barren courtyard in front of him, and was silent for a moment.

He really regarded Tang Changyue as his own.

Most suspected that Tang Changyue was related to the murderer, but never suspected that Tang Changyue was the one who killed the anchor.

However, the truth is so cruel.

"This is really... sorry for you."

Zhao Ming regained his composure first, and prepared to comfort Zhang Xian with a few words, such as death can not be resurrected, such as people's fate is predestined, such as the fate between people is countless, what else is "it's not your fault", "the dead did it for you" Big, let him go with peace of mind", "Life should be lived" and so on.

But as soon as he spoke, Zhang Xian raised his hand to stop him:

"You go to the car for a while, can you? Give me 5 minutes to be quiet."

"Okay, then what, you have to think about it. I'm pinching my watch, and I'll come to you in five minutes." Zhao Ming agreed.

"fine."

As Zhao Ming walked, he lit a cigarette for himself and took a few deep puffs.

He came to the old broken car, opened the door, leaned back on the driver's seat, and squeaked in pain.

He hurriedly dug out the medicine box and washed the wound with water. After a busy work, the fear and ecstasy gradually surged.

"Mom, this is really a big hit!"

Then he slapped his forehead: "Fuck, even if this thing is written, it can't be put on the news page."

Headline party ghost horror is the norm, for gimmicks, for KPI, it is necessary.

But the content, especially the conclusion, is absolutely impossible to have any place that violates scientific knowledge.

Zhao Ming quickly voice-recorded the material just now, and while recording, he felt sad that he might lose [-] million because of it.

It is estimated that the police can only end up with an unsolved case.

"Oh, poor people must have something to hate. Tang Changyue is miserable, but where are I going to reason with the host..."

While muttering, Zhang Xian walked over slowly, instead of getting on the co-driver, he went around to Zhao Ming:

"Borrow a fire."

"Ah?" Zhao Ming noticed that Zhang Xian was holding a tattered wooden box in his arms.

"Burn whatever he wanted to burn but didn't finish."

"Oh, here." Zhao Ming threw the lighter over.

"Thank you." Zhang Xian turned and left.

Zhao Ming suddenly remembered something, twisted half of his body and shouted at him: "Be careful, don't burn the grass!"

"Understood." Zhang Xian replied.

Zhang Xian originally planned to clear an open space in the house and surround a pit with gravel, but later he found the kitchen and changed his mind.

The kitchen burns an earthen stove. He uses hay to ignite the fire, stuffs it into the stove, and then stuffs the photos in the wooden box into it.

In the billowing black smoke, the light of the fire crackled and danced, and each photo was first blackened and curled up, and then a golden flame rose up, burning to paper ashes.

"Tang Changyue, you have killed people, and you have saved them." Zhang Xian said in a low voice, "You endure violence, you resist violence, and you inflict violence on others."

Zhang Xian would not say that it was wrong for Tang Changyue to kill Qinshou's father, nor could he say that it was right for Tang Changyue to kill the anchor and Zhao Ming in order to cover up the truth.

Judging whether a person is right or wrong is not as simple as addition and subtraction.

Whatever you have done, you can only take it out, one by one, and count it separately.

But now that Tang Changyue is dead, and even in ghost state, he has disappeared, so it doesn't make any sense to count.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Farewell, Tang Changyue."

Zhang Xian stared at the dancing flames, and said goodbye in a low voice.

A small spark burst out from the flame, as if Tang Changyue was responding to him.

Zhang Xian threw the last photo into the fire. Looking at the photo, his empty eyes couldn't help but froze!

Unlike those unsightly photos, the last one is a family portrait.

The family of three, of course, is Tang's father, Tang's mother, and Tang Changyue.

Father Tang and Mother Tang wore gold wedding rings on their hands.

Focus on: one person, one.

A thunderbolt exploded in Zhang Xian's brain!

During the day, he went to see Mother Tang—that is, Tian Lingrong, and saw that Tian Lingrong was wearing two identical rings!

"Tang Changyue was only eight years old at that time, and she didn't have the ability to deal with dead bodies, nor did she have the ability to conceal her father's disappearance. Tian Lingrong and Tang's father are husband and wife, and the background of this photo of them is also in front of this house."

Tang Changyue was able to live in peace for so many years. It is impossible to say that Tian Lingrong didn't know about it, or didn't participate at all.

But Tang Changyue didn't mention Tian Lingrong's name the whole time.

——Is this intentional or unintentional?

Zhao Ming hadn't finished smoking his third cigarette in the car when he saw Zhang Xian walking quickly, leaning on a cane, with a solemn expression on his face.

"It's over?" He asked casually and started the car.

However, Zhang Xian gave him an unexpected answer: "This case is not over yet."

"Why? Isn't the murderer already..." Zhao Ming gestured towards the yard.

"One-third of the crayon drawing is damaged. Avoid the important people mentioned. Take the initiative to confess the truth without any setbacks. The anchor died in a horrible way, and you were only slightly hurt because you were possessed and taught by me. ..."

"Wait a minute! The wounds on my face and body were co-authored by you!"

"It's urgent, sorry."

"Forget it, you saved me anyway. Go ahead and say, what happened to all of this?"

"I think the murderer is someone else." Zhang Xian said.

It was Tang Changyue who killed his father, Tang Changyue who possessed Zhao Ming, and Tang Changyue who stopped Zhang Xian from pursuing him, but it was not him who brutally killed the anchor!

"What?" Zhao Ming was taken aback, "How sure?"

"Eighty percent."

"so smart……"

"I want to check and confirm, can I trouble you to send me to the murder scene?"

"Let's go! Let's go now! Such a big event, how could I be missing!"

"It could be life-threatening."

"I'm afraid of that? Don't do this if you're afraid of that!" Zhao Ming shook his press card.

"Okay, then you have to do me a favor then."

"no problem."

What's the point of helping, when Zhao Ming heard that there was big news to dig out, he drove the old broken car like a Ferrari, and went straight to the "Jiangshan Film and Television Props Base".

At this time, the police had already withdrawn from the scene, and the small building of the base was not surrounded by police fences.

The chain of the building door has long been dismantled, but on the door frame, there are two seals with black letters on a white background crossed.

On the window sill that I entered last time, a thin wooden board was scrawled and covered.

"Probably have to climb the window." Zhao Ming stretched out his hand to remove the wooden board, "Can you do it?"

"no problem."

The two of them entered the small building easily, one after the other, and began to climb the stairs.

There was silence in the building, except for the tapping of canes, footsteps and breathing, there was no other feeling.

Soon, the two came to the door of the warehouse.

The door of the room was wide open, and the statue inside was still there, dark.

There is no one to clean the warehouse, and everything remains as it is for the time being, except that the blood all over the floor has been cleaned up.

Zhao Ming walked in first, and asked as he walked:

"Next, let's..." Before he could finish the three words "what to do", suddenly there was a huge pulling force behind him.

An unknown heavy object hit the ground against the tip of his nose almost at the same time with the strong wind, making a dull "bang"!

"Murderer, I'll kill you! Kill you!"

The voice was full of anger.

Under the light of the flashlight, he raised the shovel again.

"Old Guo! He is not a murderer!"

Zhang Xian, who had just rescued Zhao Ming, shouted loudly: "I already know who the murderer is!"

"The murderer is you!"

Lao Guo's eyes are red, he is not a murderer, why did he sneak to the murder scene in the middle of the night!

One side is unarmed and the other has a shovel. This must be a disadvantage in fighting with bare hands.

Although Zhang Xian and Zhao Ming had the upper hand in numbers, they lacked coordination and were almost powerless to fight back for a while.

Zhao Ming ran around the statue, and Lao Guo chased after him holding a shovel.

"Why are you only chasing me..." Zhao Ming wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Maybe I was afraid of being beaten by me." Zhang Xian replied silently. He turned off the flashlight, squatted down in the dark, and looked for the right moment. The cane swept across the road that Lao Guo must pass.

Sweeping at the hollow of Lao Guo's knee, Lao Guo's leg softened immediately and he fell down with a thump.

Zhang Xian pressed Lao Guo's back with his knees, knocked on the back of his hand, and disarmed the shovel.

Zhao Ming in the back - Zhao Ming who ran around the statue for a while and found that the other party rushed to the street but didn't stop: "..."

Get it done so easily?

People block and kill people, ghosts block and kill ghosts, what kind of boss did I meet!

The author has something to say: [Sorry to bow, the author set the wrong release time yesterday, the update was released at 18:[-], and another update was sent at [-]:[-], a full [-] hours earlier!When I wake up, the author is confused...]

Brother Yan: Looks like I can't call it a day yet. (drinking tea.jpg)

Author: Calm down, reversal is a routine operation (Yincha.jpg)

Tang Changyue: Then... I have to take back my lunch box? (half eaten)

Brother Yan: It’s okay, it’s okay, you eat yours, and if you don’t have enough, ask the author for it.

Tang Changyue: Good, good.

Duck Cub: Quack! (I want to eat too!)

Author: Okay, let's arrange the roast duck!

Duck Cub: QAAAAAAAAAAQ!