Slide 755
Ning Shu silently watched the uncle wear gloves, touched his hands into the internal organs, and cut open his stomach to check carefully.
Really uncomfortable, Ning Shumo swallowed silently.
"Who do you think the murderer will be?" Zhang Jiasen next to Ning Shu asked.
"Everyone is suspicious." Ning Shu said lightly.
People in the same room with the deceased, including her and Mei Ziqing, were all suspected. Maybe the original owner killed the deceased before she entered the body.
It could also be that a few people in the room partnered to kill someone, or it could be Pan Chen, the owner of the paintbrush.
In short, there are countless possibilities, so it is impossible to be sure at all.
Why did Fan Junyang, the head of the club choose such a place? When Ning Shu looked outside through the window, there were a few houses around, very quiet, and occasionally there were two dog barks.
There is not a single figure.
Ning Shu couldn't figure out why even the first person to die was the person next to her.
Each death is different, the order is different, there is no pattern at all.
Everyone in the Chinese Painting Club is suspected, but everyone is in danger.
Zhang Jiasen squinted his eyes, "Is it possible that it is the power of ghosts?"
"It shouldn't be the power of ghosts." Mei Ziqing shook her head, "I have a psychic physique, and there is no strange magnetic field around."
Ning Shu looked at Mei Ziqing in surprise, but she didn't expect Mei Ziqing to have the ability.
Ning Shu thought for a while, picked up the hand of Zhang Jiasen next to him and pinched it, his fingers were stained with blood, he was muttering a spell in his mouth, and smeared blood on his eyelids.
"Cut, your body is not a virgin man anymore." Ning Shu looked very disgusted, and turned out to see nothing.
Ning Shu wiped the blood on his eyelids.
"The surrounding area is very normal. These deaths are caused by man-made." The uncle said lightly, "Throw the corpse out."
The uncle took off the gloves, threw them on the corpse, and sprayed the sterilizing spray against his hands.
"What's wrong?" An old woman came out from the room next to the hall. This old woman was rickety, with many old spots on her face and white hair.
There is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old beside him. The girl is pulling the corner of the old woman's clothes. The girl is wearing a thick cotton coat. Her eyes are very weird. The pupil is a small black spot, and the other parts are gray eyes. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of shadow.
"This, this..." The old woman staggered when she saw the corpse with internal organs exposed on the table. "What are you doing?"
"You go, you are not welcome here." The old woman looked hurriedly.
"Grandma, what's the matter?" The girl grabbed the corner of the old woman's clothes tightly.
"How can you kill people in my house, you go, you will suffer retribution like this." The crutches in the old woman's hand slammed.
"Mother-in-law, we didn't kill this person." Super Quest person Lu Shanshan said gently.
"I don't care, anyway, you can't live in my house anymore." The old woman waved her hand again and again, her expression resolute.
Lu Shanshan frowned and said to the blind girl: "Sister, the snow is so heavy now, we can't go, please let us stay here. We really didn't kill this person."
The girl tugged at the corner of the old woman's clothes, "Grandma, let them live here. There have never been so many people in the house."
"Girl, you didn't see what they did." The old woman looked anxious.
"We give five times the accommodation fee." Lu Shanshan said.
"Grandma, with this money, I can go to the hospital to treat my eyes." The girl said cheerfully.
The old woman sighed and said nothing.
Lu Shanshan compared a v to the school doctor's uncle. The uncle's expression was very indifferent, staring at her hands, there should be no dirt in the nails.
Ning Shu carefully observed the pair of grandparents and grandchildren who are the owners of this house. The blind girl heard that she had eye problems since she was a child, and she couldn't see it when she was born. Her parents went out to work and have not returned for many years.
There is no news, I don't know if it is dead or what.
The old woman's husband died a long time ago.
Grandparents depend on each other for fate.
The president, Fan Junyang, chose this house because it is the only two-story house nearby, and only 32 people in the community can live in it.
Although it has two floors, it is very dilapidated.
"Throw the corpse out." The uncle said lightly.
Ning Shu really couldn't bear to look directly at the corpse with exposed internal organs, stretched out her hand to drag the corpse, Mei Ziqing joined hands, "I will help you."
The two stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and lifted the corpse to the foot of the courtyard wall.
Ning Shu stuffed snow into the abdominal cavity of the corpse, and then covered the corpse with snow, which could slow down the decay rate of the corpse.
Mei Ziqing piled snow on the corpse, and Chao Ningshu said, "Who do you think will be the next person?"
"Don't make it." I don't know what the murderer used to kill, or why he killed these people.
The motive of the murder is unknown, the method of murder is unknown, and everyone is a suspect.
Ning Shu wiped the blood from his hands with snow, and suddenly asked Mei Ziqing: "You said you are psychic, do you see the soul of the dead?"
Mei Ziqing shook her head, "No, I didn't feel anything."
Everyone has a soul, so the soul of the dead dissipates so quickly
Ning Shu's mind is muddy, is his IQ really too low
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and after a while, Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing were stained with snowflakes.
Mei Ziqing pulled Ning Shu into the room, and several people in the main room sat around the table.
These people are all taskers, and they are discussing things now.
Everyone has an idea and slowly sort out things.
"Oh, I got angry with oral ulcers." A boy was covering his mouth with a helpless expression.
The boy turned his eyes to Ning Shu's face and said, "I heard that sister paper's saliva can treat oral ulcers."
Ning Shu shook his head and said, "There is no scientific basis for this."
Why do you talk about this kind of thing when it's so serious
Obviously Lu Shanshan is more beautiful, don't ask Lu Shanshan to spit and ask her for it, is this body also beautiful
At the sight of such a flirtatious appearance, you know that it was 795 who choked on the super tasker before and called the super tasker a super prostitute.
"Give me some of your saliva, okay, it hurts so badly, it hurts even if you touch your white sore tongue." 795 said to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu was really annoyed, and he clicked, took a mouthful of sputum from his throat, and spit on the table, "Lick it."
795:...
other people:…
The uncle looked at Ning Shu with a murderous look in his eyes, "It's wiped clean."
Ning Shu:...
Ning Shu wiped away the sputum with a straw paper, and 795 stopped asking Ning Shu for saliva.
Zhang Jiasen looked at Ning Shu silently, his eyes deep, and he didn't know what was thinking in his heart.
"what… "
"It's dead..."
(End of this chapter)