In Huang Zhao's computer, he found a document recording the cause and effect of Song Yufeng's discovery of the car accident. Although there are still some questions that have not been answered, after Liunian contacts with Lao Su, everything should be revealed. However, in fact this case does not seem to be as simple as I imagined.
After running with Zhen Zhen all day, it was already late at night when I left Huang Zhao's house. I wanted to return Song Yufeng's ashes to his daughter, but in the end I gave up the idea. Anyway, this matter is not in a hurry, so I plan to send Zhen Zhen away and go home to sleep, and it will not be too late to return it to her when I have time.
When I went to pick up the car, Zhen Zhen suddenly stopped and looked around, I asked her what happened? She said suspiciously, "I feel as if someone is following us."
We were on a deserted street, and there were not even ghosts, let alone people around us. When someone followed us, he made fun of her and said, "I heard that women are especially nervous on certain days." She ignored me. Making fun of it, I continued to look around to make sure that we were the only ones on the empty street who got in the car with me and left.
When I got home and took a bath, it was already early morning, so I lay down on the bed and went to sleep. Because of the busy work during the day, I usually sleep until dawn, and often get up if someone calls me. The "quality" of sleep is not generally good. However, I didn't sleep very well that night, and things about Song Yufeng kept popping up in my mind. I don't know if it was because I kept his ashes in the room. I thought about putting his ashes in the living room, but I just didn't want to get up. Fortunately, after tossing and turning in bed for about half an hour, I was finally able to fall asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, I was awakened by some subtle movements, but when I wanted to open my eyes, my eyelids felt extremely heavy, and then I found that my body was equally uncontrolled. I thought it was probably a ghost pressing again. Why has it been like this these past few days? Although I'm not afraid, the feeling that my body can't move is uncomfortable. But it doesn't matter, I still want to go to sleep anyway.
Just when I wanted to continue enjoying my lack of sleep, the sound of small footsteps stimulated my nerves and made me sleepless. I realized that someone had entered my room, but it was definitely not Zhen Zhen, because the feeling this time was completely different from last time. Although I still can't move, my sixth sense seems to have been improved as never before while losing my physical sense. I feel that the other party is hostile to me, it will never be as simple as just coming to wake me up like Zhen Zhen.
The other party's steps were very light, as light as feathers falling to the ground, but at the moment it was like thunder in my ears. Every time he took a step toward me, I felt chills all over my body. Also, the law of time seems to be useless at this moment, because I feel like it should only take a few seconds to get to my bed, but at the same time I feel that these seconds are very long, like days.
When I felt that the other party had walked to the bed, an inexplicable fear suddenly appeared in my heart. However, this feeling is not a fear of death, but an indescribable fear, a bit like the fear of facing a serious father after making a mistake as a child, but now the fear is a hundred times stronger. I suddenly felt that what I felt at the moment seemed to be in awe of the gods.
I wanted to open my mouth to ask who the other person was, but my lips couldn't open. However, when this question flashed in my mind, the answer appeared in my mind immediately - Song Yufeng! I don't know why this name suddenly popped into my head, but the name gave me a shock and I woke up right away.
I opened my eyes, and I jumped up and sat on the bed. A chill followed and I couldn't help shaking. I felt that my whole body was soaked with sweat. Although the feeling just now was terrible, but fortunately it was just a dream...
"You're not dreaming!" A mysterious male voice suddenly entered my ears from beside him, almost scaring me to death. I turned around quickly and found that there was a man in my room. He was lying on the floor on the side of the bed by the window in a strange posture, looking like a lazy but majestic cheetah.
It is scary enough to have a strange man appear in my room inexplicably in the middle of the night, but what is scary is that, of course, after seeing his face clearly, it turns out that he is Song Yufeng!
"Damn it!" I yelled, jumping up from the bed, and running the crap out of the door. But when I just stepped out of the bed with one leg, the ankle of the other leg suddenly felt a biting cold feeling, as if being grasped by a hand made of ice. I lost my balance because my ankle was caught and I fell to the ground like a frog with my nose almost crooked. Looking back, he found that he had slipped to the other side of the bed at some point, with one hand supporting the ground, his legs flexed like a squat and a sitting, in an extremely weird posture. And his other hand, an ice-cold hand, grabbed my ankle.
I was scared to death by him and kicked him frantically, but it was like kicking on a steel plate, and my bones were about to crack. And he grabbed my hand like an eagle's claw, and he couldn't let it go. After struggling for a while, I couldn't escape his clutches, so I had no choice but to say to him: "Oh, it seems that I can't escape. If you want to kill or kill you, you can do whatever you want!" After that, I closed my eyes, Waiting for death to come.
However, just as I was shaking and waiting for him to take me to Huangquan Road, he smiled and said, "You didn't hurt me, why should I kill you?"
Knowing that he didn't mean to send me on the road, I let out a long sigh of relief, but then I was still shivering all over. He's just a ghost, can I not be afraid? However, when I looked at him timidly for a while, I realized that he was not as scary as those ghostly tales had portrayed him. He looked like a living person, except that his body was very cold, as if it was made of ice.
Although he is not blue-faced and fangs, he is still a ghost. I don't want to stay with him all night, so I asked him what is the matter with me? He smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that Huang Zhao's death has nothing to do with me."
According to Xiaona's inference, Huang Zhao and Gao Weixiong had a ghost in their hearts and gave each other psychological hints that led to the tragedy, so he said that Huang Zhao's death had nothing to do with him, and I didn't find it strange. However, when I thought about it, I felt something was wrong, so I asked, "What about Gao Weixiong?"
"I did kill him, but I didn't want to kill him with all my heart." His answer exploded in my mind like thunder. Do ghosts really exist? Can you really kill someone? For the former, I think I already have the answer, because there is a ghost in front of me. As for the latter, I don't want to try it myself.
He confirmed that he killed Gao Weixiong, but denied killing Huang Zhao, then Xiaona's inference was invalid, that is to say, Huang Zhao died of homicide! However, he should be the only one in the house when he died, and he died of a myocardial infarction in a strange way. Who killed him? This time can really give me a big head. Although there are thousands of thoughts in my mind, there is a murderer in front of me now. As a criminal policeman, I have to do some things, and I have to say some things: "Then you admit that you killed Gao Weixiong?"
He sneered: "You want to arrest me according to the laws of the world? Don't you think it's ridiculous? The laws of the world mean nothing to me at all."
Of course, the laws of the human world have no meaning for ghosts and ghosts, but I don't believe that ghosts can be lawless, otherwise ghosts would already be rampant. Since there is no such thing as ghosts and ghosts, then there must be a set of laws that can restrain ghosts, perhaps the legendary judge of Hades, or Taoist monks, etc. Anyway, there must be power to punish them.
I forced my composure to squeeze out a calm expression, and after expressing what was in my heart, I said solemnly, "Murder is the only way to kill someone, even if you are a ghost, you can't go unpunished if you kill someone."
"Even if the facts are as you imagined, you don't care, you just need to do your part." His tone was indifferent, with a hint of hostility in the indifference. Again, I was worried for my own safety.
As the saying goes, "Don't talk too much." Since I didn't bite the bullet with him, I didn't want to waste my tongue and said bluntly: "Why did you tell me about this?"
"I have always had a clear sense of grievance. Not only did you not harm me, but you are still investigating my case. It can be said that you are kind to me. So, I think I should come and give you some clues." He revealed again Smile, but his smile scares me.
"Clues?" I froze for a moment and then said: "You want to tell me who is the real murderer who killed Huang Zhao?"
He sneered a few times, looked me in the eyes and said, "You already know that the bastard died of homicide. If you haven't figured out who the murderer is, then I shouldn't expect you to help me avenge me."
"Huang Zhao and Gao Weixiong are both dead, so what else do you have to avenge?" Perhaps because the information he gave me was so shocking, my thoughts were extremely confused and for a while I ignored the murderer's motive for killing Huang Zhao. .
He obviously knew that I would think of this question soon, so he didn't rush to answer, just looked at me with a smile, and said after a long time: "Actually, I didn't think about asking you to avenge me before, because I have my own ways to punish those who have harmed me."
"You mean Huang Zhao and Gao Weixiong's nightmare?"
"Yes, it's a nightmare!" He showed a dreadful smile again, "You humans always think that death is the ultimate punishment, which is an extremely ignorant idea. In fact, death is a kind of relief, and living often requires More pain than death. Like this..."
There was a sudden excruciating pain in my ankle. I could hear the sound of bones shattering. The pain made me roll on the floor like a fish thrown ashore, screaming in agony. Seeing my pain, he seemed satisfied. He smiled and said, "Do you think now that it is better for me to kill you directly than to crush the bones of your ankle."
The severe pain from my ankle caused sweat beads the size of soybeans to keep coming out of my forehead, and I finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Didn't you just say that you have clear grievances and that I didn't harm you, so wouldn't you harm me?"
"I didn't hurt you, I just wanted you to experience what is more painful than death." He even smiled at me casually. God of longevity, does he mean he won't kill me when he says he won't hurt me? Judging from the feeling from the ankle, the bones should be completely broken. Zhen Zhen often said that I was a cripple, this time I really told her that, I am destined to be a cripple for the rest of my life. This is really a more uncomfortable thing than death.
"What did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me!" I was about to yell at him when I heard the phone ring. Because there are often cases in the middle of the night that I need to deal with immediately, so when I sleep, I put my mobile phone on the bedside table, but at this moment I don't see the existence of the mobile phone on the bedside table, but the ringtone still echoes in the room.
"It's really not the time! I still have a lot to tell you, sigh..." He sighed and added: "I'll keep it short, I originally wanted to use nightmares to torture those bastards forever, but Gao Weixiong not only drank too much that night, but after playing wild women outside, he came home to play with his wife. I didn't notice at the time that he was having a good time playing in a dream, and he killed him in a moment of complacence. Now Huang Zhao also After being killed, I only have one toy left. Of course, I can't play too much. Just now I just wanted to play for a while, so I will play with you a little bit. Don't take it offense! I will come back when I have a chance. You're playing." He said, putting his hand on top of my head, clasping my skull tightly with his five fingers like claws, and constantly exerting force. I felt the skull split open and the pain was unspeakable...
"what… "
I woke up from the scream, my clothes were soaking wet, and the cold wind blowing in from the window made me shiver. I quickly turned on the light, making sure that I was the only one in the room who felt a little more at ease. But when I saw Song Yufeng's urn, I couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling again.
Is everything you experienced just now really just a dream? But it felt so real, especially the heart-piercing pain. With this in mind, I unconsciously stroked my ankle to make sure there was no fracture. After repeated inspections, I finally confirmed that the ankle is completely fine, neither broken nor any bruises. However, just now, I clearly felt the sharp pain in my heart. Could this be the nightmare that Huang Zhao and Gao Weixiong experienced? Is it really Song Yufeng's ghost at work
Terrible, terrifying! He just said "play with you a little bit" and it made me feel that life is better than death, so the nightmares that Huang Zhao and Gao Weixiong had were ten times more terrifying. This is indeed a terrible nightmare that can take people's lives! Just as I was pondering over the nightmare I had just now, the sudden ringing of my phone startled me. Didn't you hear the phone ringing in your dream just now? Am I still dreaming now
Fortunately, I didn't see the phone in the dream just now, but now I can find it, and it's on the bedside table as usual. I thought it would be a call from the boss or other colleagues, because only they would call in the middle of the night. However, when I picked up my phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number, I couldn't help but feel puzzled. However, when I answered the call, all the pores in my body stood up, and a chill rose from my spine and spread to every cell in my body.
It was a weak male voice, moaning on the other side of the microphone like a ghost in purgatory: "Help..."