Shhh!That top stream is my pillow

Lin Qiu pondered for a moment, then turned around and left: "I suddenly remembered that my family has something to do, so I'm leaving today."

Ye Zhiyu turned sideways to let him pass, and then said, "Okay, but look outside, the mountain is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts."

Lin Qiu looked at him again with resentful eyes.

Ye Zhiyu, on the other hand, was like a child who had succeeded in a prank, slowly revealing a smile on his face, which looked sweeter than any collection of Ye Zhiyu's smiles that Lin Qiu had brushed, diluting his desire to run away for a while.

"Stop making trouble, go up and have a look," Ye Zhiyu naturally grabbed Lin Qiu's wrist, and said, "I've never seen a ghost, Lin Qiu, aren't you curious?"

Lin Qiu thought to himself, he wasn't curious at all, he wasn't curious at all, there were domesticated ghosts, they were handsome and clingy and could do math problems, he had absolutely no interest in these wild ghosts outside.

But they were still pulled up to the second floor.

There is a row of bedrooms on the second floor, the innermost door is ajar, and there is a faint light.

Ke Xingchen walked over and waved to Lin Qiu.Qiuyue was inside, squatting at the door, holding a candle in her hand, like a dedicated lamp holder, while a white figure wandered in the room.

It was a middle-aged man with a blue face, protruding eyeballs, and a small amount of hair clinging to his scalp. His expression looked very solemn, but also a little dazed—reminiscent of those ghosts who died violently, because they couldn't figure it out. Knowing whether one is dead or alive is the kind of loss that arises.

The man was wearing a white shroud, the hem of which covered his feet, and it seemed to float when he moved.

Ke Xingchen said, "Look at the case on the table."

It's an urn.Next to it stands the portrait of the owner, which is exactly the same as the one floating in front of him.

The ghost didn't respond to the sudden visit of the crowd, and he was doing his own thing, just like when he was alive.

Qiuyue, who was disguised as a lamp holder, smelled something similar, she moved to Lin Qiu's side, and the two of them encouraged each other.

And Ye Zhiyu walked to the table. There was a bunch of keys hanging there, and the drawer was open. He could see a stack of room lease contracts. There were three or four copies. Ye Zhiyu took them out and opened them.

The landlord's name is Li Desheng, and he rented three rooms in his house to three people:

Li Ma, male, office worker, staying for one year;

Wang Xiaomei, female, freelance, lived in for one and a half years, the rental contract showed that her lease expired two months ago, and she did not renew the lease;

Duan Yidao, male, unknown, stayed for one month.

"There's something in there."

Ke Xingchen was full of courage. He opened the urn to find clues, and then took out a death certificate from it.

The deceased was Li Desheng, who died a week ago.

"No wonder, it turns out that today is the first seven of this old man." Ke Xingchen said.

Ye Zhiyu walked to Lin Qiu and Qiuyue, pulled Lin Qiu up, and said in a low voice, "It's just the staff, don't get too involved."

Lin Qiu cast a grateful look at him.Of course he knew it was all fake, but the key point was that the set was too serious and the actors were too devoted.

Ye Zhiyu analyzed: "It seems that what we need to identify is the murderer who killed the owner. Not long after Duan Yidao moved in, Li Desheng died. His suspicion is too obvious."

Lin Qiu thought for a while and said, "Let's reason a little bit. First of all, what is the cause of the owner's death?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhiyu went straight to the white-clothed ghost, relying on the ghost's setting to ignore the people who came in, checked his body over and over again, and saw a bloody hole on his right abdomen after he lifted his clothes.

Ke Xingchen said: "The death certificate also stated that the cause of death was a knife wound."

Lin Qiu said: "Sword wound? Duan Yidao? It's so obvious, it must be misleading us."

"It's not necessarily true," Ke Xingchen said, "Maybe, the show crew is predicting that we can predict them, on purpose."

Ye Zhiyu asked Lin Qiu: "Then who do you suspect?"

Lin Qiu said, "Wang Xiaomei, if she still lives in this house."

"Okay." Ye Zhiyu removed one with a paragraph from the bunch of keys, gave it to Ke Xingchen, and said, "Let's investigate separately. Lin Qiu and I will go find Wang Xiaomei."

"Okay." Ke Xingchen said.

"By the way," Ye Zhiyu said to him, "That Duan Yidao is probably a hidden killer on the dark web. Be careful, you two, don't be taken offline."

"Thank you, Teacher Ye, for your suggestion!" Ke Xingchen said.

The resident's name was pasted on the door of the room. Duan Yidao's room was at the outermost side of the corridor, while Wang Xiaomei's room was next to the owner. Lin Qiu knocked on the door and was about to find the key, but the door opened.

A little girl in her early 20s raised her eyes and looked at them timidly. The door was only opened a small crack. She asked, "What's the matter?"

She is very small, about 1.5 meters tall, like a little girl, but she is wearing a very sexy low-cut suspender dress and put on makeup, showing a sense of disobedience that does not match her age.

Lin Qiu took out the work certificate issued by the MC, and said, "We want to know about the owner's situation with you, is it convenient now?"

The girl stared at him a few times, finally opened the door and said, "Please come in."

The furnishings in her room are very simple, even simple and deliberate, except for basic daily necessities, there is nothing superfluous.

"Excuse me." She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at the two people.

"When did you move in?" Lin Qiu asked.

"The year before last," Wang Xiaomei said, "the winter of the year before last."

"Why rent here, do you work nearby?"

"The rent is cheap, I work from home and broadcast live."

"Live broadcast?" Lin Qiu repeated: "Is your account convenient for us to see?"

What kind of live broadcast to do is very important. There is a group of people who specialize in live broadcasting on the dark web. The content of the live broadcast is full of bloody and violent things, and even crimes.

But Wang Xiaomei generously took out her mobile phone and showed them her live account.

It's an ordinary app, and she doesn't even have many fans. It makes people wonder whether such a live broadcast can make a living.From the content point of view, Wang Xiaomei only chatted, sang and danced at first, and she broadcast live like this for a year, and then her style of painting changed. She began to post some content that was ambiguous, and several videos were still taken down by the platform. Stand up.

Among them, there is a series of videos titled "Tucao about my annoying neighbor".

Lin Qiu asked: "Annoying neighbor, who are you talking about?"

I thought it would be the owner of the house, but Wang Xiaomei said: "Li Ma, the man who lives next door to me, he is really annoying. Every night, the sound of playing games and typing on the keyboard is so loud that people can't sleep. Obviously, I am too poor to afford a house." , but still overflowing with compassion, I often pick up some stray cats and dogs to take care of them, and those little animals howling all night are too annoying."

As soon as she talked about it, it was like a flood that opened the gate, endlessly, Lin Qiu listened to her other videos, but didn't find anything unusual.

"Can you show us your ID?" Ye Zhiyu said.

Wang Xiaomei said: "I don't have a document. What do you want? The company will detain the ID card."

Without the documents, the first lead would not be involved.

Ye Zhiyu said again: "Can we take a look at the bathroom?"

Wang Xiaomei shrugged her shoulders, pointed behind him, and said, "Please go ahead."

Ye Zhiyu squatted in the bathroom and checked very carefully. Lin Qiu understood what he meant. If there is no accident, the owner was killed in the villa and died of a knife wound. There must be a lot of crime scenes left behind. If there are bloodstains that are not cleaned up in time, it is an important clue.

However, every corner was checked, but no blood was found.

But Lin Qiu took a bottle of shower gel that was almost used up and looked at it.

"Is there a problem?" Ye Zhiyu asked.

Lin Qiu thought for a while, shook his head, and asked Wang Xiaomei, "When will your lease expire?"

This question made Wang Xiaomei pause for a while, her eyes were not focused, and she said in a deep voice: "I can live here forever, the landlord said, he allows me to live here forever."

"But now the owner is dead."

"I know..." Wang Xiaomei suddenly lowered her head: "He has no relatives...the house has not been taken back...he really said that I can live here forever, the three of us can."

Wang Xiaomei sobbed softly.

Lin Qiu and Ye Zhiyu looked at each other and left the room.

"You made the little girl cry," Ye Zhiyu leaned behind the door and said, "I'm terribly afraid of ghosts, but can I be so fierce towards people?"

Lin Qiu clicked his tongue: "How can I be fierce?"

Ye Zhiyu was noncommittal, and he asked Lin Qiu again: "What happened to the shower gel just now?"

Lin Qiu said: "She bought the shower gel from the live broadcast platform. I saw the purchase record just now. I bought it half a month ago. Even if I received the goods the next day, the speed of using it is too fast. It's normal. Even if a person takes a bath every day, a bottle of 500ml shower gel is enough for three months, right? Her blood is almost bottomed out."

"So...you suspect that her shower gel has other uses?"

"Well," Lin Qiu said, "Maybe she has obsessive-compulsive disorder and needs to take a bath frequently and many times."

I don't know if this is the reason why Wang Xiaomei's skin is so white and tender.

"Drip-"

There was the sound of a car downstairs, followed by Su Xun's voice.

Lin Qiu and Ye Zhiyu looked out from the corridor window on the second floor, and what they saw was the front yard. Su Xun noticed them keenly, waved his hand, and asked, "Have you caught the murderer yet?"

"How can it be so fast, you must give some opportunities to you latecomers." Ye Zhiyu said.

"You can be proud. In the end, we Wu Xiao blindly guessed a murderer, and maybe we got the favor of fate—oh, what is this!"

Su Xun suddenly squatted down and called out to Wu Xiao who came with her. The two of them were messing around, it was too dark to see clearly.

Soon after, Fang Xi also came.

Ye Zhiyu said: "Let's go to Li Ma's room to see if these NPCs will play the same plot a second time. We have to be ahead of them."

"Okay." Lin Qiu said.

But Li Ma was not at home.

The author has something to say: I thought I had scheduled it...but I didn't post it? !I'm sorry my dears, I will update it every day at [-]:[-] pm in the future!

In addition, thank you for throwing thunder and sending out the nutrient solution~