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Mother Zhang threw herself on the ground and burst into tears, "Liu Zhaotou, my child did not harm anyone!"
Liu Chu quickly went to help the old man.
Mother Zhang was helped up, she saw something, and suddenly shouted, pushed Liu Chu away, and stumbled to the coffin, "Son—"
Someone poured a lot of chicken blood into the coffin, and the head and skeleton looked like they had been painted with red paint.
Mother Zhang tremblingly stretched out her hand to wipe the blood on her head. She was crying while wiping, and the cry was bitter and complaining. The scalp of the person listening was numb, and it was very uncomfortable.
Liu Chu frowned and glanced at him, "The dead are the greatest. If you do this, won't you feel uneasy in your heart?"
The people present were silent.
Everyone here believes that Boss Zhang's home is unknown, and it is impossible to wake them up with a word or two, but it will only make them sink deeper and deeper.
With a sullen face, Liu Chu asked his brother to bring Mother Zhang back to the room, and said, "Si Mao, find a few people to clean up."
Si Mao responded and hurried to help.
Everyone froze for a while and then left wisely.
Liu Chu put Qiāng on the table, scratched his short hair with his hand a few times, and pressed it on the table. When he touched it, he remembered that there was chicken blood on it, and it was dripping with blood.
Si Mao spat on the ground, "Boss, what are they thinking in their minds? They're crazy, they've made a fuss before they figure out what kind of monsters and ghosts they are!"
Liu Chu found a rag to wipe the blood on his hands, his face was ugly, "Okay, stop talking."
Si Mao sighed, "Hey!"
He could only sigh, the human heart is a very terrifying thing. It can kill people invisibly, even more powerful than a sword that cuts iron like mud.
When Liu Chu came out of Boss Zhang's house, he saw a young man in the corner of the street outside the door.
Huang Dan couldn't stand the bloody smell inside. The most unbearable thing was the weird atmosphere. He didn't wait any longer. He held the wooden box against the wall and asked a person who had just returned from overseas for many years. and doubts.
"Why did those people come to Boss Zhang's house?"
Liu Chu kept walking, walked over and handed qiāng to Huang Dan, "Eldest young master, this is not something you should care about."
Huang Dan put qiāng into the wooden box, moved his nose, smelled the fishy smell on the man's body, and frowned.
Liu Chu stayed in the house for a long time, the smell seeped into the clothes, and there was blood in the nails. He walked and said, "By the way, what do you want to say to me when you are in the mountains?"
Huang Dan was thoughtful, if he said that the head and skeleton in the coffin were not Boss Zhang's, and that the real Boss Zhang was still alive, right on the mountain, this man would definitely not believe it, he would ask him for evidence at the first time, and he would never take it. come out.
To say or not to say
Liu Chu stopped, Huang Dan slightly slammed into his back, the former didn't feel it, and the latter gasped in pain.
"What are you stunned for?"
Huang Dan's nose was red from the bump, and he touched it, but there was no blood.
Liu Chu was much taller, and when he looked down, he felt a strong sense of oppression. He teased, "Master Song, every time I see you, you cry in front of me. It's almost enough. It's so boring."
Huang Dan said, "Can you stop talking first, I'm annoying."
Liu Chu, "..."
His eyes fell on the young man's eyes, and when he saw the tears condensed in the corners of his eyes, he smacked his lips in confusion, "A man, why are there so many tears? Isn't it only women who are made of water? You too?"
Huang Dan wiped away tears, with a cry in his voice, "Women are made of tofu."
Liu Chu raised his eyebrows, "Then what do you do, Master Song?"
Huang Dan said, "I'm just like Liu Zhaotou. What Liu Zhaotou does is what I do."
Liu Chu was blocked.
Huang Dan slowed down, his thoughts were not scattered, and he was still clinging to the main topic, "Liu Zhaotou, what I want to tell you is about Boss Zhang."
He exhaled, "How can you be sure that a shriveled head and a skeleton are Boss Zhang? Could it be a mistake?"
Liu Chu was still staring at the corner of the youth's eyes, a little red, "What?"
Huang Dan looked up, "Liu Zhaotou, are you in a daze?"
Liu Chu looked contemptuous, "You think I am you, and you are still in a daze, how can I have that spare time."
Huang Dan, "..." lied.
Liu Chu stepped forward, "Master Song, please speak louder when you speak, don't hold it in your throat, it's blurry and no one can hear it clearly."
Huang Dan twitched, blaming him.
Liu Chu walked away, turned around again, and stopped in front of the young man with an impatient face, "Hurry up, speak up."
Huang Dan said, "Liu Zhaotou, I can ask you