The soul of the ex-husband

Several people were in room 1201, when suddenly, the sound of the elevator opening came from the corridor outside.

Someone got off the elevator with steady and strong steps, dragging a half-person-high suitcase beside him, rolling across the marble floor on roller skates.

As a result, before the man took two steps, his feet stopped suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and the next second, he hurried back into the elevator.

This time, even the suitcases were left in place.

Everyone in room 1201 could hear the situation outside clearly.

Xiao Qi's star eyes flashed, and he glanced towards the direction of the open door: "It's Zhang Zhihui."

Then, the meteor strode outwards.

"Hurry up, don't let that bastard run away!" Filled with righteous indignation, Tata hurriedly trotted behind Xiao Qi.

Peter Pan went out of the study and wanted to follow, but Xiao Qi, who had just left, appeared at the door of the apartment again.

Xiao Qi's body was tilted due to sudden braking, he hooked the door frame with one hand to stabilize it, and pointed to Peter Pan in the room with the other, and said: "Stay here and look for the corpse, if you find it, call the police immediately!"

After the words fell, he disappeared in a flash, leaving only the afterimage of the dark school uniform in his vision.

"Ah...ah? We're here to find the corpse..." Peter Pan looked back at Simon behind him, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Can we call the police directly?"

Although the bird was put away, Ximou's face was still red.

Simon snorted lightly and said, "Call the police directly, and then what? The police came and arrested us in the name of trespassing?"

The police pay attention to evidence and procedures, and they can't directly say that there is a ghost.

"But...is the corpse really in this apartment?" Peter Pan retreated a little.

A magnetic voice sounded, very gentle: "In this apartment."

Hearing the sound, Peter Pan looked to the side, only to find that Zhou Heng was still at the door of the study.

Peter Pan was about to ask the young master why he was so determined.

Zhou Heng said: "That person moved away today and just came to the 12th floor to pick up the body. If the body wasn't here, he wouldn't have come back before leaving."

Although Zhou Heng had never heard of Xiao Qi's speculation about Zhang Zhihui's murder of his wife, he had deduced the whole process of the incident the moment he entered Room 1201 and saw the female ghost.

After Zhang Zhihui packed everything, his last job was to go upstairs to take away the body. He took the elevator to the 12th floor, but he didn't expect that there was someone in the apartment that had been vacant for many years. He quickly guessed that the matter had been exposed.

Therefore, Zhang Zhihui has probably embarked on the road of escape now.

Reminded by Zhou Heng, Pan Peter turned his head around.

He looked around, scratched the back of his head, and said with a bald head, "But... will we find it and run into a ghost again? This time there is no uncle, who will save us..."

"I don't think it's useful?" Simon sneered, his movements were more straightforward, he did what he said, and walked to other rooms with the flashlight.

The voice floated over and said: "I heard that there is a safe in the master bedroom, I will look for it."

Although Peter Pan was still a little timid, he had no choice but to take action.

However, before taking action, Pan Peter still had scruples about Zhou Heng, and thoughtfully said: "Master Zhou, you should go home first, because there is a monster around here, you must remember to lock the doors and windows..."

Before Pan Peter finished speaking, the beam of the flashlight happened to hit Zhou Heng.

In the halo, Zhou Heng was looking down at the phone lying flat on his lap, but the interface on the phone was a bit strange.

Peter Pan asked curiously, "Master Zhou, what are you looking at?"

Zhou Heng raised his head and said, "Astrolabe."

"Astrolabe?" Peter Pan walked to the wheelchair and tilted his head to look at his phone.

The interface of the mobile app is black, and a compass is slowly turning. There are icons of the twelve constellations, scales, and some red, blue, and green lines that Peter Pan cannot understand.

Peter Pan asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Heng slid the astrolabe on the screen with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully: "Measure the position of the corpse."

Peter Pan was surprised and turned to look at Zhou Heng.

Master still has this ability?

"Have you ever studied astrology?" Pan Peter took it for granted.

Zhou Heng gave a faint "hmm" and said: "In order to ward off evil spirits, when I was in He Kingdom, my parents let me learn Yin Yang Art, so I also have a little understanding of horary and astrology."

"Wow..." Pan Peter said, "I didn't expect you and uncle to go together, but one is a Fengshui master and the other is an onmyoji. I admire you, so they are both big bosses..."

Zhou Heng smiled lightly and said, "It's a pity that I only know superficially, because I have no talent, and I am not good at learning, so I can't be compared with your uncle."

Saying that, Zhou Heng narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, as if he saw some kind of instructions on the astrolabe, and pushed the wheelchair forward.

"But young master, you look very powerful, don't be humble..." Pan Peter said sincerely, while following Zhou Heng.

He had seen Daoist Sun Xiaoyuan use a compass to measure directions and find objects, but he had never seen anyone use an astrolabe. He felt curious and fresh, so he wanted to see how Zhou Heng operated it.

Zhou Heng came to the dining room and stopped, took a photo with his mobile phone, the light went down the table covered with white cloth, and swept all the way to the surrounding chairs.The tablecloth was long and dragged to the floor, and the chairs were placed along the edge of the table.

Zhou Heng looked around, then raised his face to look at the ceiling.

There is a light on the ceiling, and looking to the side, there is a central air-conditioning vent on the ceiling at the junction of the corridor and the dining room.

Zhou Heng glanced at the astrolabe on the phone, then looked up at the air vent, pointed in that direction, and said to Peter Pan, "It's inside."

"........."

Peter Pan followed Zhou Heng's instructions and looked at the vent above. There was a black hole behind the vertical grids, and unknown things were hidden inside.

"Master, are you sure?" Peter Pan couldn't help but feel his back trembling.

But Zhou Heng's voice came next: "Not sure."

Peter Pan was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Heng, then at Zhou Heng's cell phone, and said, "You know how to measure astrology..."

Zhou Heng put the phone back into his pocket without any pressure: "I watched it for a long time, but I didn't understand it."

Peter Pan: "...but you just..."

Zhou Heng smiled: "Don't ask, asking is just pretending."

"..."

"And it's just an app on the phone, it's just a simulator. You can't feel the changes in the magnetic field. Even if you can understand it, you can't measure it."

"……All right."

Pan Peter said shut up, thinking that the young master just said that he is not good at learning, so it is not humility.

Peter Pan asked again: "Then how do you know it's in the vent?"

Zhou Heng glanced at a chair next to the table in the dining room, and said, "The other chairs are all neatly arranged, but the angle of that chair is tilted, and the edges are not covered by white cloth, and there are messy shoes on the dusty place. Yin, someone should have pulled out the chair more than once and stood on it. In such an apartment where no one lives, and the water and electricity are cut off, what things need to be done by standing on the chair...so look for the ceiling, near There is only one vent, and the body is likely to be hidden there."

Peter Pan thought for a while, and believed it. When he thought of the half body of the female corpse lying next to the vent, he shrank his neck and shouted: "Simon!!! You do this!"

Three minutes later, with a loud "click", a carrion corpse fell from the ceiling and fell to the floor.

Simon jumped off his chair cursing and flapping his sleeves.

Pan Peter had already retreated to the passage outside the door, and when he saw the corpse, he turned around with nausea.

He bent down, supported the wall, dialed the phone, and retched while calling the police: "Police, oops... This is the 42nd building of Tiancheng Homeland... oops...someone is hiding a corpse in the ceiling..."

***

When Xiao Qi and Tata chased downstairs, the black Nissan made an ear-piercing friction sound when turning, and just disappeared at the corner of the building.

The two quickly got into the van beside them.

The car key turned twice and finally turned on the ignition.

Xiao Qi's voice was clearer, but it was a little low at the moment, and said: "Sit still."

Tata grabbed the seat belt, twisted her body and stuffed it into the socket. When she raised her head, she saw that her uncle's starry eyes were slightly darkened, and the smooth line of his jaw was slightly tensed. He was staring at the front firmly like a hunting beast. , although he is now driving a second-hand van, but in a state of hormonal explosion, what he is holding tightly seems to be the steering wheel of a Ferrari supercar.

Just one word, handsome!

Tata raised his hand and grabbed the armrest of the upper frame of the car door, feeling excited, said: "Okay!"

While Xiao Qi bent the steering wheel, he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

"Bang!!!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the van bounced on the spot, and Tata's butt also flew into the air and fell down.

The front cover of the car burst open a crack, and billowing white smoke came out with a "chi--".

"..."

"..."

Tata stared ahead and sat quietly, her eyes twitching.

Xiao Qi made a "tsk" unabashedly, and slapped the steering wheel hard: "Can you change to a better car!"

Not to be outdone, Tata turned her head and shouted back: "Master! I'm very poor! Can you help me!"

Xiao Qi fell silent.

He is also poor.

The driver's door was kicked open.

Xiao Qi said: "Get out of the car."

A guy next to him was sitting on a small e-Donkey playing with his mobile phone, waiting for someone, shaking with fright at the sound of the van being scrapped.

Then I saw a man and a woman jumped out of the van and walked straight towards him.

The boy was stunned, and he still hadn't figured out what was going on.

That handsome man walked up to him, held the handle of the little eDonkey seriously, and said, "Get out of the car."

Boy: "...Huh?"

The man took out a document, spread it out in front of his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "FBI, get out of the car."

Guy: "..."

He took a closer look, and in front of him was a student card of Canglan Private High School.

Xiao Qi turned the accelerator of the little eDonkey to the maximum, and drove Tata to chase the black Nissan in front of him.

But no matter how fast it is, two wheels are not as good as four wheels.

Along the way, they were repeatedly thrown off by Nissan and chased them out of sight, but Xiao Qi relied on his familiarity with the urban terrain and his rough prediction of Zhang Zhihui's escape route to keep taking shortcuts and alleys , and returned to the rear of the vehicle again and again.

Tata contacted Shao Zhouyu as early as after receiving the notification from Peter Pan that the body had been found, and gave him a location along the way.

But when chasing to the intersection of the expressway around the city, the little eDonkey had to stop, watching the black Nissan mixed into the high-speed traffic, and sped away.

"Master, what should we do?" Tata adjusted his helmet.

Xiao Qi's broken hair in front of his forehead pressed down his eyebrows, his star-like eyes were still calm.

He stared ahead and murmured clearly: "He is very cautious. He cannot go out of the city. He is afraid that the police will intercept him at the toll gate, and he will not drive towards the open seaside. Open, there is a place in the suburbs, convenient for hiding and hiding the car, the key is that he needs to be familiar with that place...Zhang Zhihui is an auto mechanic..."

Just at this moment, an SUV suddenly braked next to the two of them.

Tata turned to look.

When the car window was lowered, it was Shao Zhouyu's masculine face.

Shao Zhouyu put his arm on the car window, glanced at Tata, then at Xiao Qi, his eyes stayed on Xiao Qi for a second longer.

Then, he looked back to the front, and the hand protruding outside patted the car door, showing a trace of reluctance in his impatience, and said, "Get in the car!"

Shao Zhouyu's SUV stopped at an auto repair shop on the northernmost edge of the city.

This auto repair shop is the largest in the city, covering a very spacious area.

Outside the nearly [-]-ping factory building, there was a lot of dust, and the open space was full of all kinds of cars. There were at least a few hundred of them, both old and new, and they were still waiting to be scrapped and refitted.

After Shao Zhouyu, Xiao Qi, and Tata got out of the car, they ran towards the guard of the factory building.

It's eight o'clock in the evening, and the lights in the auto repair shop are half turned on.

Occasionally, cars would come and go, so the guard didn't notice whether Zhang Zhihui had been there.

Shao Zhouyu asked, "Is there monitoring?"

"It's fully open during the day, but now it's off work..." The guard laughed dryly and said, "The inside of the factory is closed, and only the ones on the parking lot outside are left, so as not to steal cars late at night. Do you want to see it? If so, I can……"

The guard led the way while talking, and wanted to take Shao Zhouyu into the monitoring room, but when he turned his head, he saw a man who looked like a high school student standing in front of the monitoring platform.

The man quickly tapped a few buttons, patted the table, turned around, and said, "He has been here, and he has gone around to the west of the factory."

Shao Zhouyu glanced at Xiao Qi with a slightly complicated expression.

He looked at the guard again and said, "Is there a door to the west?"

"Ah, yes." The guard nodded a little too much, looked away from Xiao Qi, and said, "There is an employee passageway to the west."

Shao Zhouyu made a decisive decision: "Lead the way."

***

The corridors of the garage were dark.

At the end of the corridor, there was a small electrical distribution room with a small crack in the door.

In the darkness, one shining eye was close to the slit, looking out cautiously.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and shoes rubbing against the ground echoed from the other side of the corridor.

With a soft "bang", the door of the power distribution room slammed shut.

In the darkness, Zhang Zhihui leaned against the messy wires on the wall, slowed his breathing, and listened quietly to the sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

Suddenly, a piercing music exploded in the small and silent space:

"Hush! Shh! Baby! Don't talk! Mother will buy you a robin! If the robin won't sing! Mother will buy you a diamond ring..."

Zhang Zhihui was so frightened that he almost lost his mind, he hurriedly took out a doll from his jacket pocket.

The electronic chip inside the doll glowed red, showing through the body. As the music sounded on and off, Zhang Zhihui quickly pressed the doll's body, trying to turn off the music.

But the doll seemed broken, the music kept playing, and the faint red light kept flickering in the dark.

Zhang Zhihui was in a hurry, pinching the doll's body over and over again, as if he was going to break the doll, but he had no choice but to hold the doll in his arms, trying to suppress the sound of the music.

After Li Li's death, she would wake up in the middle or end of every month, jump out of the window, and sing downstairs.Every time Zhang Zhihui went downstairs to pick up corpses, he would bring a doll with him, because he was afraid of being discovered, so he brought a doll that could sing lullabies to confuse the public.But all this time, he never met anyone who was suspicious, until the night before yesterday when he met the two young people living on the 12th floor, he had to make up a story to make them put down their guard.

Today he moved, and before going to the 12th floor to collect the body, he asked his daughter to wait outside the community to avoid complications.

As a result, when leaving, the daughter forced the doll to him.

"Mom will definitely come back to pick me up." The daughter said with stubbornness in her one-eyed eyes, "Let mom follow you."

Zhang Zhihui understood that his daughter had always been insecure, afraid that he would just drive away and abandon her, so he let him bring the doll.

So, he picked it up.

But I didn't expect that disaster would be planted.

"...if the diamond ring turns brass! Mommy's going to buy you a mirror!"

The doll was still screaming.

"Uncle... I seem to hear singing over there..."

Indistinct human voices could be heard in the distance.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Nero Jiang for the grenade, Ji Qier, and Yu Yu Jiang!And Xingzhiyue loves her mine~ Thank you also for your support in the comment area, bow.