The dead man was wearing pajamas. The reason why he was lying on his back was because his hands and feet were bound in strips by torn sheets, and they were firmly fixed on the four corners of the big bed.
Where his limbs were tied up by the bed sheet, his hands and feet were all swollen, the color turned black, and the tightened sheet line almost fell into the skin. It was obvious that he was very hard, making it impossible for him to break free.
And the man did not close his eyes, but kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, his lips slightly opened, and his expression on the front of his dying face was a touch of horror, and he stayed at this moment forever.
The smell in the room was unpleasant, but it was not the rancid smell of the corpse. The corpse itself didn't seem to have any strange smell, but rather like a dry corpse.
However, Shen Xing knew very well that this was not a corpse.
He took out the black rubber gloves from the backpack and put them on. They were equipped with Zheng Ruijun's reminder after the Song Xiaoyu incident.
He walked to the bedside and checked the man's appearance carefully. He couldn't confirm whether the person lying on the bed was Zhang Shu himself.
If this person is Zhang Shu, who is the person who answered his phone just now
Could it be that the person who answered the phone was this terrifying guy
Thinking of this, Shen Xing suddenly felt a tingling scalp.
He calmed down, bent over and opened the bedside table, and found a black wallet inside. He opened the wallet and found that besides a little cash, there were several bank cards and ID cards.
He took out his ID card, carefully looked at the photo above, and then turned his gaze to the person lying there. After identifying it, Shen Xing decided that this guy was Zhang Shu.
Although the photo on the ID card is the least like the photo in history, after careful identification, conclusions can be drawn.
Unless Zhang Shu has similar brothers, the probability of this speculation is low.
Shen Xing thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zhang Shu's phone number again.
Soon the other party was notified that the bell was ringing. In the next second, the phone's ringtone came from the bedroom, coming from the corner of the bed in front of the big bed on the floor against the wall.
Shen Xing leaned forward and lay on the right side of the bed. He saw a light shining in that place. He bowed and picked up the phone that was vibrating and ringing, and found that the end of the phone was still plugged in with a charging cable.
The charging cable is always plugged into the power socket, that is, the mobile phone is always in a charging state.
He was sure that he was calling Zhang Shu's phone just now, and Zhang Shu at that time also answered the call and had a brief conversation with himself.
Thinking of this, a creepy sensation unknowingly climbed up his back, and Shen Xing turned his head to look at the deceased person, who still maintained the panic and death.
Hanging up the phone, putting away his mobile phone, Shen Xing unplugged the charging cable of Zhang Shu's mobile phone, turned on the screen and was ready to view it, but he was prompted to enter a password.
He temporarily put the phone on the bedside table, and once again turned his attention to the **** person.
After thinking for a while, the gloved hand stretched over, touched the skin of the opponent's cheek, and then gently pressed and rubbed it twice.
It was very stiff, and even showed signs of dryness, unlike the appearance of a layer of skin covering it.
After a pause, Shen Xing held his breath, bowed to the corpse, extended his arms to the back of the corpse's head, and carefully touched it, especially on the scalp, rubbing that piece of skin.
There is no sign of loosening.
However, when Shen Xing retracted his hands, he suddenly found that the back of his hands was stained with a little dried blood. He took a look at the situation and found a completely withered skin near the neck where the corpse was lying on the pillow.
The skin was pressed by the back of the corpse's neck, but it was not found just now.
Look at this, the withered skin is the skin of the tree possessed by it.
Shen Xing straightened up, pondered for a moment, and cast his gaze on Zhang Shu's horrified look with his mouth open. Following Zhang Shu's gaze, he raised his head and looked up to the ceiling.
A bedroom lamp hung on the ceiling, emitting a pale yellow light, and beside this lamp, there was a cloud of ink-like black that seemed to have penetrated into the wall.
This group of ink stains is irregular, about the size of a sheet of A4 paper, just like water stains soaking down from the upper floor.
However, Shen Xing knew very well that it was more like ink stains.
At this moment, the ink stains that were visible to the naked eye began to fade, getting lighter and lighter, and disappeared completely in less than ten seconds.
Shen Xing's eyes shrank slightly, and he looked at the other walls around the room in wonder.
No similar ink stains were seen.
He thought for a while, took a few steps back, exited the bedroom, and stood still outside the living room.
After he came out, the bedroom door naturally closed and touched the door lock lightly, but it was not closed tightly.
When Shen Xing was about to activate the different pupil to observe the bedroom from the outside, a strange thought suddenly rose from his heart. After this thought appeared, he immediately interrupted the idea of activating the different pupil immediately.
Looking at the concealed brown bedroom door, Shen Xing first took off the black rubber gloves stained with blood, then took out his mobile phone, called out the phone number of Zhang Shu he had dialed, and then redialed it.
After a while, the sound of the phone in the bedroom came out, and Shen Xing silently moved his mobile phone to his ear and stood still.
Apart from the phone ringing in the bedroom, there was no other ringing.
And just after the phone rang for about seven or eight seconds, it clicked and the phone was connected. At the same time, the ringing phone in the bedroom disappeared.
"Hey?"
From the phone receiver next to Shen Xing's ear, the familiar voice of Zhang Shu came out.
At this moment, even Shen Xing felt the coldness of his hands and feet, as if he fell into an ice cave in an instant.
In the silent room, he could not only hear the voice on the phone, but at the same time he could hear the voice of a man coming from the bedroom.
"Hello?" Zhang Shu said again.
Shen Xing didn't speak, he forced himself to calm down, and slowly approached the concealed bedroom door calmly.
Take out the telescopic stick with the backhand of the left hand and hold it in the hand, with the thumb resting on the button that inspires the ghost to hit, and can be pressed at any time.
Immediately after he came to the bedroom door, Zhang Shu's voice came from the phone receiver again: "Hey, who is it?"
At the same moment, the familiar voice also sounded in the bedroom with the door hidden.
Shen Xing stretched one foot over and slowly opened the door.
The first thing he saw were the feet of the corpse that was exposed to the sight, and then the waist...
This proves that the corpse has actually been lying in the corpse all the time, still maintaining a sloping posture without moving.
In fact, he couldn't move his hands and feet so tightly.
The bedroom door was quickly opened. It was confirmed that the corpse was still lying on his back in a neat manner. Shen Xing cast his gaze on the bedside table, and then found that the phone originally placed on it had disappeared without a trace.
Upon closer inspection, the phone was leaning against the ear of the lying corpse. The screen was on, and it was just blocked by the corpse's tied arms, and it was almost impossible to see it.
"Is he really answering the phone?!" (End of this chapter)