"That's it," I said, pointing to a piece of corn.
Zhong Ling got off the motorcycle, glanced around, and said: "How do you know there are ghosts here?", while saying, while looking at me cleverly, some metaphorically said: "You have ghosts in your heart?".
"How do you know there are no ghosts here?" I also jumped off the motorcycle.
Indeed, there are many things in this world, and we cannot prove that they do not exist, so there is a possibility for them to exist. This is also a seamless logic, and the same is true for ghosts.
Zhong Ling still didn't believe it, thinking I was lying to her, I kicked the dirt on the motorcycle tires and said: "Okay, take me to the hole you mentioned." She still feels distressed for her little donkey.
It rained a lot last night, and the fields were very muddy. The two wheels of the motorcycle were covered with mud. If I want to go later, I have to take some time. In such mud, the wheels will slip.
I led the way. Zhong Ling followed me, walking along, saying: "You said you fell into a cave yesterday, so why didn't you have soil on your body? If I remember correctly, you came to the police station yesterday when you asked Guo's family to ask for money. , Also wear this suit."
"I'm also very strange. Someone should have cleaned up the soil on my clothes."
"You are a real evil person." Zhong Ling said jokingly.
I also sneered, pushed away the corn stalk in front of me, and said, "Who can't tell me, I have seen a lot of wind and waves following my master over the years, but it was the first time I saw it yesterday."
"See what?"
"Crawling corpses." Even though it is daytime, I still have lingering fears in my heart.
Zhong Ling's face turned pale with fright. After all, she was still a girl, so she was a little scared about these ghosts. She took two steps and followed me closely.
"Just ahead, weird. It was here last night, next to an abandoned scarecrow." I stopped next to a scarecrow and looked at the surrounding environment carefully. The hole I fell into last night should be nearby. .
This scarecrow was made very realistic, and Zhong Ling was also taken aback. To be honest, I was also very scared. It was good at night. When the day came, the scarecrow looked terrifying and his facial features were very specific. The more I look at it, the more I feel this. The scarecrow is going to survive, and even feel that when Zhong Ling and I are watching the scarecrow, is this scarecrow also watching us
After searching for a long time, I finally found a piece of ground with relatively loose soil, which was blocked by corn stalks. I dug up the soil twice, and a stinky odor came to my face. I couldn’t help but sounded about farting in the hole last night, jokingly. "The hole is well sealed. The fart I put yesterday still smells like today."
However, Zhong Ling seemed to be smiling, his expression became tense step by step, and his hand was already holding the holster.
Soon, she couldn't laugh, and I couldn't speak, because the smell was not farts, but corpse odor. There was a corpse under the hole, from the shape of the corpse and the clothes worn on the corpse. Look, this is the monk's corpse. Now, I can't argue.
At that moment, the eyes of Zhong Ling and I collided. We were like two statues, and no one dared to move first.
"Someone framed me, Officer Zhong, you have to believe me." I still spoke first, and there was a decisive aura in my eyes. I know that the most important thing now is to stabilize Zhong Ling.
"Raise your hands!" Zhong Lingsheng shouted hoarsely.
While talking, he has already released the safety catch of the holster.
"You don't believe me?" My eyebrows tightened, adding to the tone of my speech.
"I'll let you raise your hand!" The gun has been out of the holster, but the direction of the muzzle is temporarily downward.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up, staring like two coins, and said: "Be careful! Behind!".
"Hmph, this kind of trick, do you think I'm so good to lie?" Zhong Ling said with a sneer.
I lied to her? Obviously not. Just when I was talking to Zhong Ling, the strange water mist appeared again, and a shadow appeared behind Zhong Ling. Based on my Zhou Xiaoxian’s years of ghost hunting experience, this is what I met yesterday. The crawling corpse that arrived.
"Don't come here!" Zhong Ling had pointed his gun at me.
"You shot."
The corpse had already hugged Zhong Ling from behind, his left hand was almost completely degraded, limp, his thumb had been broken, and four fingers were still attached to it. The right hand had two missing fingers, the thumb and the little finger. The other three abnormally-grown fingers are very eye-catching. The monk really killed him. Then the zombie that Master and Brother met yesterday was the seven-fingered crawling corpse in front of them
No way, I took out my wallet.
"Are you kidding? Does the ghost collect money too?" Zhong Ling said tremblingly.
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