People are scarier than ghosts. These are the last words of little Lingdang. It is hard to imagine that little Lingdang, who has always been so cute and speechless, can say such words.
Yes, people are scarier than ghosts, because people are more complicated than ghosts, and have more desires than ghosts. Whether it is the evil of the teacher or Su Qing's stupidity, in my opinion, it makes people speechless with anger.
It took me a long time to calm down. When I looked up, the little bell was no longer there, and the number of guests in the haunted building had decreased a lot. I looked at my watch, and it was almost closing time.
Sister Hua didn't know where she was, but Lulu had already left the counter and was doing the work that I was supposed to do, carrying trays to serve the last few tables of guests. I didn't care about other things anymore, so I hurried up to help Lulu remove the empty plates from the table.
Perhaps because she was serving the guests, Lulu had a very sweet smile on her face. She looked very beautiful, and she felt like the little girl next door, making people unconsciously want to get close to her. Unfortunately, when she turned around just now, her face Then he resumed his usual cold expression.
Lulu walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and I was still thinking about Lulu's smile just now, I almost bumped into Lulu, so I hurriedly stopped, only to hear Lulu not answer: "Are you here?" For work, remember."
I nodded again and again, thanking Lulu very dog-leggedly for helping me serve the food, and promised not to do it again. It's a pity that this time the frost on Lulu's face was thicker than before, and it didn't change until after get off work.
When I got home, I took a short rest. I felt that it was about time, so I called Wu Jian and the others and made an appointment to have breakfast together. Although the others were still sleepy, they all agreed. Only Chen Qianqian did not pick up He Xiaoyong. The phone call, but we didn't care about it when we thought it was only 7 o'clock.
While eating breakfast, I told everyone what I learned from Little Bell last night, which caused everyone to sigh, but they were all happy because the whole thing had become clear.
When Wu Jian was still eating, he called his colleagues and asked for help in looking up a piece of information. As soon as the information comes out, we will know who that perverted scum is.
This information is also very simple, that is, who was the person who initiated the donation to Tan Meimei.
The efficiency of the police was good. Just after dinner, Wu Jian's colleague contacted him. From Wu Jian's hands-free cell phone, we heard a familiar name, Zhang Sheng.
It's a pity that although we know that Zhang Sheng is that scumbag, it's a pity that the ghost's words cannot be used as evidence. Moreover, even if Zhang Sheng is arrested, if Su Qing's child cannot be found, everyone's life will still hang in the balance of.
After some joy, everyone calmed down. Wu Jian took the lead and said, "It seems that we can only go to that toilet and scratch off the words written by Su Qing. There may be children on it."
Huang Xiaolong said: "But Zhang Sheng will definitely pay attention to it, and it is impossible to secretly scratch it."
"Then go in the open and aboveboard." Wu Jian slapped the table: "At that time, I will find a way to directly use the excuse of the police station to handle the case and seal it up, so that he can't stop him."
He Xiaoru was a little worried: "Is this okay?"
Wu Jian thought for a while and said, "I think it will work."
So everyone discussed the plan proposed by Wu Jian. No matter what, they couldn't block the scene and let Wu Jian lose his job. There had to be a suitable excuse.
At this moment, He Xiaoyong held the mobile phone and said worriedly: "Chen Qianqian still didn't answer the phone, neither did she answer the phone, nor did she answer the landline at home."
Everyone was taken aback, I glanced at the clock on the wall of the breakfast shop, it was past 8 am, Chen Qianqian should have woken up a long time ago, I don’t remember whether Huang Lei or He Xiaoyong said that Chen Qianqian’s living habits are very good , Go to bed early and get up early.
Thinking of Huang Lei, I couldn't help being stunned again. The Huang Lei who was still there just now has disappeared, so I asked He Xiaoyong: "Xiaoyong, where is Huang Lei?"
He Xiaoyong seemed to have just realized that Huang Lei was gone, stood up and looked around suspiciously, and said, "Yes, where is the kid?"
The owner of the breakfast shop was coming in from outside with an empty bowl. Seeing that we seemed to be looking for someone, he smiled and said, "Are you looking for your friends? You're squatting outside in a daze."
We walked out suspiciously, only to see Huang Lei sitting on the steps of the sidewalk, staring blankly ahead.
He Xiaoyong walked over, patted Huang Lei on the shoulder and said, "Why are you sitting on the ground, buddy?"
Huang Lei seemed to be frightened, and jumped up from the ground. His terrified eyes saw that it was us who were slightly better. With a crying voice, he pointed to the distance, and was speechless for a while.
I looked in the direction and saw garbage bags piled up one by one at the entrance of the alley in the distance. In front of the garbage bags stood a wine bottle upright, and a mouse was tied up by strings, like a big character tied on the ground. On the wine bottle, the rat's stomach had been cut open, and the internal organs and blood flowed all over the floor. It seemed that the time had passed and the blood had coagulated.
I couldn't help retching a few times, and almost vomited out the breakfast I just ate, and He Xiaoyong's voice became trembling: "Old, old, mouse."
Wu Jian was about to comfort He Xiaoyong, when He Xiaoru suddenly exclaimed: "Qianqian, maybe something happened to Qianqian."
At this time, I also immediately realized that Zhang Xue died after seeing the mouse corpse, and then Chen Qianqian saw the mouse corpse, but after we found Qi Lin, because we agreed to help Qi Lin find the child, we felt safe for the time being, but instead Forgot about the dead rat.
Wu Jian said without hesitation: "Hurry up, go to Chen Qianqian's house." After finishing speaking, the few of us squeezed into Wu Jian's car, and as the car started, we drove towards the community where Chen Qianqian lived.
As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, I saw several police cars parked at the gate of the community where Chen Qianqian lived, and the yellow cordon had been pulled up. My heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling appeared.
Sure enough, when we got out of the car, we saw a woman in pajamas lying horizontally under the wheels of a large truck, her head and feet completely lost shape by the two front wheels of the car.
Wu Jian obviously knew the leading policeman, and asked what happened after he smoked a cigarette.
The policeman said without hesitation: "At about 8 o'clock, this woman rushed out suddenly, and she didn't know what was going on. She lay straight under the truck, and the truck driver didn't pay attention. That's it. It made me eat breakfast." No more."
Wu Jian asked: "Did you rush out by yourself? Still lying under the truck?"
The policeman said: "It's very strange. I guess he wanted to commit suicide. The truck driver is also unlucky."
Wu Jian looked strange, the policeman seemed to think that Wu Jian didn't believe it, and hurriedly added: "We checked the surveillance, she really came out by herself."
Huang Lei hurriedly interjected, "Is it Chen Qianqian who died?"
The policeman looked at Huang Lei strangely, and Wu Jian hurriedly explained: "This is Chen Qianqian's friend. I called Chen Qianqian to have breakfast this morning, but she didn't answer the phone. Why don't you worry? Let's take a look. The deceased is not really Chen Qianqian Bar."
The policeman looked around us, put his arms around Wu Jian's shoulders, and pulled him aside. Huang Lei looked anxious and wanted to follow, but Huang Xiaolong grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Don't go, it may not be Chen Qianqian."
Huang Xiaolong was comforting Huang Lei, but it was obvious that the deceased should be Chen Qianqian, because the method of death was almost exactly the same as the mouse on the coffee table at Chen Qianqian's house.