Slide 765
Ning Shu saw the red rope on Fan Junyang's neck, which she had also seen on Xiaolan's neck before.
After thinking about it, I thought it was a coincidence. I didn't see the pendant, which doesn't mean that the two people are related.
Fan Junyang wiped his face and couldn't bear to look at the corpse whose face was slashed with an axe on the ground.
"I want to leave here, I don't want to stay here." Fan Junyang's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.
The others looked hurriedly, seeing the members die one by one, and the method of death was cruel, they couldn't help cursing.
"Why should I come to this ghost place?"
"I'm scared, I want to go home..."
"damn it… "
"Who the hell is it, man or ghost came out."
The atmosphere of fear and anxiety made people feel breathless, doubting the people around him, like a frightened bird.
"Fan Junyang, you brought us here, I am going home now, go home." A boy carried some of Fan Junyang's collars, and slammed his fist on Fan Junyang's face.
Fan Junyang fell to the ground with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He didn't have a backhand. He sat on the ground and pulled his hair somewhat collapsed.
The boy wanted to beat Fan Junyang, but was held back by others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it's useless to kill him now."
The boy named Wang Jie sneered, "He might be the murderer. Everyone is safe if he is killed."
The uncle was squatting and inspecting the corpse where the enemy killed the one. He drew out the axe on the front door of the corpse and stood up, holding the axe dripping blood in his hand, "What's the cause?"
"Go to the hall and stay there, whoever dares to take a step out, I'm not polite to him."
The uncle squinted slightly and looked at Wang Jie, and Wang Jie immediately lowered his head to meet the uncle's gaze.
"Drag the corpse to the yard." The uncle said lightly, turning around and going downstairs.
The others followed behind the uncle.
795 looked at the corpse on the ground, sighed for a long time, and moved the corpse downstairs.
"I'll help you." Wang Jie said.
"Okay." 795 and Wang Jie moved the body down.
Ning Shu followed behind them, and the corpse's sticky blood dripped on the floor. Several murders had occurred upstairs. The blood on the floor had dried up, forming black and red marks.
There are already a few corpses under the snowdrifts in the yard, including 696 Mei Ziqing, Zhang Jiasen, two girls, and Pan Chen, the girl whose eyes were pierced, the boy whose body was sawn in half, and was attacked by an axe. The girl who was hacked to death, and another girl whose heart was cut and thrown in the latrine, ran to Lin Xia, who had no news.
Ten people died in such a short time.
"Do you think someone died in feign death? Are we still digging the corpse?" Ning Shuchao 795 said.
These corpses are buried under the snow, don’t know if the corpses are there or not
795 thought for a while, took a shovel and a hoe, and handed it to Ning Shu, "Then let's dig."
"Let me come, her hand is injured." Wang Jie said, taking the shovel.
795 glanced at Ning Shu's hand wrapped in gauze, said nothing, and both started digging up the corpse with Wang Jie.
Ning Shu stared at Wang Jie. This person basically didn't have any sense of existence. He would be so positive, and it would always give Ning Shu a rather weird feeling.
795 and Wang Jie dug up a corpse. These corpses had been frozen stiff, but the internal organs were still beginning to rot, with a strange smell.
Ning Shu checked the corpses for red ropes around their necks.
The girl wears a necklace or other jewelry around her neck, without a red string.
One is a girl from the country, and the president of a university club. Both of them are wearing red ropes. It is estimated that there is some connection.
Whether it's a coincidence or not, you have to investigate it.
However, Ning Shu still found that a corpse was missing, and the graceful and gentle Pan Chen had disappeared.
Pan Chen knocked his head on the threshold, causing brain death, but now the body is gone.
"One person is missing." 795 stroked his chin. "Even if he is not a murderer, he has something to do with the murderer."
Wang Jie said: "Who took his body, or he was not dead at all, where is he hiding now?"
Ning Shu looked at Wang Jie, so positive
Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu, and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"
none of your business
Ning Shu grinned, didn't speak, turned back to the hall, dusted the snow from the door and walked in and said to the uncle: "Pan Chen's body is gone."
The uncle just squinted his eyes. When the others heard the news, they whispered, "Is Pan Chen the murderer?"
"Is Pan Chen not dead?"
"..."
"Stay in the hall, don't go out." The uncle said indifferently.
The weather has started to darken this time, everyone's stomachs are too hungry, there is no place to do it, sitting directly on the ground, the sound of hunger one after another.
The hall was quiet, and everyone looked wilted, afraid and terrified, hungry and tired, sitting back to back.
Ning Shu didn't feel much hungry after eating bigu pill. In addition, he gained a little energy through cultivation, and his physical condition was fine, except that the hand injury was very itchy.
Wang Jie and 795 buried the corpse in snow again, and brought a chill into the house.
The old woman and Xiaolan made dinner for everyone. Now there are fewer dinners. The black-faced buns are smaller than before. Just mix them with a bowl of boiling water and eat them.
Everyone chewed slowly, for fear that it would be finished in one go. One meal a day, it was still such a small bun.
795 nibbling on steamed buns carelessly. After eating bigudan for half a month, he was not hungry. It was really hard to eat gnocchi.
"I'll eat it for you." Wang Jie tore half of the black-faced buns to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu looked inexplicable, nothing to do with love and love or to steal.
"Thank you, no need." Ning Shu refused directly. I don't know you at all.
"Sneez..." The uncle squinted, with a hint of sarcasm on his expression, not knowing whether it was to Ning Shu or Wang Jie.
Seeing that his uncle looked at him, Wang Jie didn't insist on giving Ning Shu buns, but he lowered his head to eat.
The old woman carried the brazier to the main room again, which was still incense sticks, and the room was a little warmer, exuding a faint fragrance.
The old woman crouched and said with her crutches: "When can you leave? There is no food at home."
As the leader of the team, Fan Junyang naturally wanted to solve the problem, and said helplessly: "Old man, can we go to another home to buy some food? We will give it as much."
"How much food can we have in this poor place, it would be good to survive this winter, there is no surplus at all." The old woman shook her head and said.
The look of the old woman is very bad, and the look of people is very bad, as if everyone in this room is eating for nothing.
"Hey, take us in for two more days, and we will leave as soon as the snow stops." Fan Junyang gritted his teeth and said, "Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha, not to mention so many of us."
(End of this chapter)