Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 174: Headless corpse

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This is a typical detached floor-to-ceiling house.

However, just as Fang Zheng was about to knock on the door, he frowned.

"Old Godstick, you are standing at the door, do you smell a strange smell?" Fangzheng looked at the old Godstick.

It was sunny and broad daylight.

The sun is shining.

The old magic stick was puzzled: "No, old man, I didn't smell anything."

After finishing speaking, the old magic stick fanned his nose, trying to smell the smell in the air.

"Oh, it's fine if you don't smell it." Fangzheng didn't explain much, on the contrary, the old magician said that Fangzheng was talking like a god, and he talked scary in broad daylight.

Afterwards, the two knocked on the door several times, but no one in the house came out to answer the door.

The two turned to the back door to check again, but the back door was also locked

"Could it be that Zhang Jiu and his family are not at home?"

Fangzheng and the old god stick only knew that Zhang Jiu worked as a security guard in the quarry. As for what Zhang Jiu's parents did, neither of them knew.

So I don't know if Zhang Jiu's parents are at home at this point in time.

"What next?"

"It seems that no one is at home?"

The old magic stick looked at Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng was thinking about the strange smell he smelt before, and that strange smell came from Zhang Jiu's house.

Ordinary people have never heard of Fangzheng's martial arts physique, so Fangzheng is not surprised.

Because this strange smell is very faint, so faint that if he hadn't approached the door, he wouldn't have smelled it.

At this time, the old magic stick once again used the strengths of his words that he had honed when he was in the rivers and lakes in the past, and it didn't take long to inquire about Zhang Jiu's family from nearby people.

"Zhang Jiu hasn't come home for a while." The old magic stick shook his head towards Fangzheng when he came back again.

"According to people who live nearby, I haven't seen Zhang Jiu for at least two or three days. People nearby guess that Zhang Jiu may be living in the quarry or at a friend's house outside."

"Because during this period of time, Zhang Jiu's parents happened to be away from home. I heard that Zhang Jiu had a younger sister who was a college student who was studying abroad. His younger sister encountered a telecom fraud. The parents were worried that a girl was away, so they went to find Zhang Jiu's younger sister in other places. It has been several days. Zhang Jiu has a handicap, and it is inconvenient to eat alone, it may be because of this, so I haven't seen Zhang Jiu come back for a while."

Zhang Jiu hasn't come back to live in for several days

Fangzheng stared at the gate of Zhang Jiu's house, then thought of the strange smell he smelled before, and said to the old magic stick, "Old magic stick, help me watch the wind."

"What?" Before the old magic stick could react, Fangzheng had already used the sharp ghost knife to break open the anti-theft door at the back door of Zhang Jiu's house.

The old god stick was so frightened that his face trembled.

Could he be mentally prepared in advance, his old heart just can't stand the fright when he enters someone's house with such unsuspecting violence.

The old magic stick hurriedly followed into the house with a nervous expression on his face, looking around with a guilty conscience, fearing that he would be seen and regarded as a thief in a burglary case.

In the case of burglary, he shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, or not less than three years but not more than ten years.

Carrying controlled knives with you will be detained for five days and fined five hundred, and if the circumstances are serious, you will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years.

The old god stick felt that if he followed Fang Zheng again, his old bones would die sooner or later, and he would enter the detention center with Fang Zheng.

The old magic stick gritted his teeth, and as soon as he entered Zhang Jiu's house following Fang Zheng, he immediately felt that Zhang Jiu's house was extremely dark, as if being electrocuted all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and goose bumps exploded one by one.

"This room is very evil. It seems that no one has entered for several days. This room gives people a gloomy and depressing feeling."

"Old Daoist, when I entered this room, I felt very cloudy. I always felt that there was someone lying on my back, blowing air-conditioning on my neck, Old Daoist."

The old magic stick trembled, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly looked behind him, looking like a nervous little quail, and then hurriedly caught up with the figure above.

After Fangzheng entered Zhang Jiu's house, the strange smell he smelt at the door became stronger.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, and he held the ghost knife in his hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time, and then followed the direction of the strange smell all the way to one of the rooms on the second floor.

Because there has been no owner for a long time, the windows have not been opened for ventilation in the house for a long time to replenish sunlight and yang energy. The house is indeed depressing and gloomy as the old god said.

Especially when you go up to the second floor, the windows are covered by thick curtains, and the sun can't shine in. It's even more gloomy, like stepping into a dark ghost isolated from the outside world.

They are like throwing stones into Pinghu Lake, disturbing the original tranquility of the world of ghosts and creatures.

"Little brother, do you smell a bad smell, like, like..." The old magic stick who followed Fangzheng up to the second floor suddenly became nervous and clung to Fangzheng's side.

"The corpse stinks." Fangzheng added calmly.

The old god stick had an old face like a chrysanthemum, and his face was so frightened that his face turned ugly. When he came to the second floor, even the old god stick could smell the stench of corpses in the air.

This is a room with an ajar door, creaking, Fangzheng pushed the door open, but it was dark inside, and the thick fabric curtains completely cut off all sunlight from the outside.

It was from this room that the stench of corpses emanated.

Fangzheng turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, but he didn't find any corpses in the room. Instead, there were several pictures of men pasted on the wall beside the bed.

These photos are all of the same man, about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a calm face when facing the camera, and there is no smile on his face.

In these photos, there is also a family portrait, which is a typical family of four.

A pair of elderly parents, when facing the camera, showed a slightly restrained and happy smile. Standing beside him is a son and a daughter. The man is still unsmiling in the family portrait, with a little impatience in his eyes, as if he is rebellious. And the girl is a high school student who is a standard little beauty, with a bright, sweet smile and a youthful atmosphere.

"The person in the photo should be Zhang Jiu, hey, the Zhang Jiu in the photo doesn't have any handicap?" The old god stick said in surprise.

And that girl should be Zhang Jiu's younger sister.

This room seems to be Zhang Jiu's bedroom.

Next, Fangzheng and the old god stick carefully searched Zhang Jiu's bedroom, but they couldn't find the source of the smell, that is, the corpse.

However, with Fang Zheng's keen five senses, he found that when he got closer to the bed, the smell of the corpse became heavier.

The closer it was to the head and back of the bed, the stronger the smell of corpses became.

Seeing Fangzheng standing motionless in front of the bed, the old magic stick seemed a little nervous, and said deliberately looking for a light topic: "A few days ago, I saw a news report that after a drunk driver hit 5 people and 8 cars in a row, the police couldn't catch him. I finally found out that the driver who caused the accident had been hiding in the bedside cabinet of the rental house for nine hours... "

The knife flashed.

The backrest at the head of the bed was split in two, and a black and smelly headless male body fell out.

"Mom!"

The old god stick was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

(end of this chapter)