We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

There is no sorrow, just like He Laowu, his cousin is dead, he can still drink and get drunk.

Jiang Ran said: "Go and tell Team Chen. He Laowu is mostly gone. Ask them to find out what happened in Hejia Village in the flood 20 years ago. I'll stay and look for clues. ."

Wang Qing wondered: "What clues are there?"

Jiang Rian smiled mysteriously and whispered in his ear: "That old man is not a living person."

"..."

Wang Qing's scalp was numb, and goose bumps covered his back in an instant.

He shook his voice: "Brother, don't scare me."

Jiang Rian pursed his lips and smiled, and two dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Okay, I won't scare you anymore. Go and tell Team Chen."

Seeing that he had recovered his dignity, Wang Qing thought that it really frightened him. But still ran off in a hurry.

It was Jiang Ran. He turned and stared at the security door of 701, probably knowing where the passage connecting another space was.

The author has something to say:

Hungry and greedy: What kind of monster is this time for me to come to Kangkang?

Sao Qingniang: Knock on the mother! Go away! Stay away from my mother! !

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Without the dragon dragon, greed can finally swallow the bonus.

It seems that it is still a good thing that Long Long does not appear?

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Chapter 33

After Wang Qing left, Jiang Ran circled the corridor and knocked on the door of 701 again.

It was the gray-haired old man who opened the door, his back was as straight as a javelin, his eyes were vicissitudes of life but not dirty, his voice was calm, and his voice was thick and clear with time: "Young man, are you okay?"

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Jiang Ran stared at him for a long time, pointed at the skin he accidentally exposed, and said bluntly: "How long have you been dead? Or, do you know that you are dead?"

The old man lowered his head along his fingers, and when he saw the dark purple-red corpse spots on his skin, he was stunned for a moment, but Ming Wu quickly flashed through.

He pulled down his sleeves and properly covered the corpse spots before rolling his eyes and recalling, "It should be a month?"

His eyes were a little empty, and it took a long time to focus again: "I suddenly had a heart attack that day. This is an old problem. But before I could take the medicine, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, it became like this. "

It was a very ordinary day. He had a heart attack, but he fell on the floor before he went back to the room to get the medicine. I don’t know how long he has slept on the ground. When he wakes up, he finds that he is different, but it’s not a big deal. He still lives on the seventh floor day after day, waiting to see the wicked ones. retribution.

And this retribution really came one after another.

The old man's eyes trembled, but the corner of his mouth evoked a smile.

Jiang Ran stared at his expression: "You shouldn't stay here. People are gone, you have a place to go."

The old man was not dissatisfied with this, and only said: "The time has come, I will leave."

Jiang Ran shook his head: "You shouldn't use that thing to help you kill people. He Lao Er and He Lao Si were killed by it for you? He Lao Wu should also be gone. When it kills sex, you may not be able to control it. live."

The old man's eyes trembled lightly, and then they drooped, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes. He shook his head and retorted, "I don't know where you are from, but there are no other people here. I killed people and they deserve to die."

When the old man talked with Jiang Ran, his expression was always peaceful. From his speech and manners, it can be seen that this man is a very well-mannered person. Even though he knew he was dead, he still lived in the Yang world according to living standards.

But when he said "they should die", his teeth were clenched very tightly, almost word by word popped out of his teeth, with strong resentment and unwillingness.

When Jiang Ran met him for the first time, if it weren't for the corpse spots he accidentally exposed, and he could hardly notice the lifelessness on his body, he looked like a living person. But now he was full of lifelessness, and a strong rancid smell also emanated from him.

This old man, who has always been gentle and polite, gradually took on the appearance of a **** evil spirit.

He widened his dark eyes and repeated his voice hoarsely: "They deserve it."

Jiang Ran raised his hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder, but his eyes crossed his shoulders and looked into the room. In the darkness, there were countless pairs of hostile eyes looking at him-those who were on the coffee table, Saw Qing Niang.

Jiang Ran stepped forward, but the old man blocked the door with his own body. His face was now covered with lifelessness, and his bright eyes became dark and dark, but he still straightened his back: "I am the man. Killed, but they deserved to die a long time ago, I don’t regret it. If an expert wants to walk the way for the sky, just do it."

He blocked the door with his ruined and rotten body, but his hand behind him swayed slightly.

So in the dark, those who were hostile to Jiang Rian Saw Qing Niang fell back.

Only a pair of eyes in a darker place stared at Jiang Ran from beginning to end, full of malice.

Jiang Ran pointed his finger somewhere in the dark: "Are you trying to protect it?"

The old man did not move, but the corners of his mouth were straightened. He said stiffly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You live in fashion and don't kill. How can you kill when you die?"

Jiang Ran sighed and took a step back to show that he was not malicious. He said seriously: "I am not an expert in slaying demons, let alone your enemy. I am only entrusted by the police to investigate this case. the truth."

When the old man heard the word truth, his eyes moved and his lips tightened slowly.

"I want to talk to it, can I?"

The old man stared at him, but still shook his head slowly, his posture was still alert: "No one else is here."

Jiang Ran sighed again. He tapped a few places on the old man's body with his finger: "Your body is almost completely rotten? Even it can't bring you back to life. Have you ever thought about waiting for this body to completely collapse. The soul dies, what will happen to it?"

If he didn't know what the murderer was before, he would know everything after he knocked on the old man's door again.

He saw a shrine in the corner of the living room.

But the shrine enshrinement is not any deity that everyone knows, but a seven or eight-year-old girl. The little girl has a round face, **** eyes, and a small dimple on her mouth. If it weren't for her lotus head and a broom in her hand, she would be almost no different from an ordinary little girl.

But the attire on it is destined to be extraordinary.

This old man enshrines a **** of Sao Qing Niang at home. It's just that this idol is not a young woman in the legend, but a little girl of seven or eight years old.

Jiang Ran recalled reading the information in his mind.

Hejia Village is a person with the surname He, with only one outdoor population, whose surname is Qin.

The head of the family was called Qin Shuyi. He was an educated youth who went to the countryside. He met and fell in love with his wife in Hejia Village, and finally got married in the remote Hejia Village. Qin Shuyi's parents were long dead. After marriage, he simply settled in Hejia Village, taking care of his wife's three-acre land and teaching at the village elementary school.

The couple lived in harmony, but the only regret was that they never had a child. Until they were in their early forties, they picked up a baby girl by the river and brought it back home to raise.

Qin Shuyi and his wife love this hard-won child very much, but it is a pity that in 1999, Jiangcheng flooded, and the pouring rain continued for nearly a month. Qin Shuyi’s wife and daughter died in the flood. inside.

Jiang Ran counted the time. When Qin Shuyi's daughter died, she was just eight or nine years old.

The old man was Qin Shuyi, who was enshrined in the shrine, probably his daughter who died young.

I just don't know what kind of relationship his daughter has with Sao Qingniang.

After Jiang Ran's words, Qin Shuyi's expression really moved. He hesitated for a long time before asking in a dumb voice, "You promise not to hurt her? Those things have nothing to do with her."

"will not."

He met the malicious eyes in the darkness and reiterated: "I am a public servant of the country. If it does not commit a crime, I will not hurt it."

There was hesitation on Qin Shuyi's face, but the body blocking the door was not so firm anymore.

Jiang Ran took a step forward, he took a step back subconsciously, and the stalemate was broken. Qin Shuyi finally turned around and led him into the house.

He yelled softly: "Nan Nan?"

Appearing to respond, there was a movement from the bedroom.

Qin Shuyi said: "She is in the bedroom."

Jiang Ran followed him, walked to the door of the bedroom, paused in his footsteps, and then walked in without any lag.

The world in front of me suddenly became brighter, with a gray sky above my head and muddy yellow ground below my feet. Between the sky and the earth, the pouring rain did not stop for a moment.

He walked into another world through a door.

Jiang Ran did not hesitate in his footsteps, as if he had already felt it. He heard the voice from a distance, and walked towards the voice.

Rows of houses stand on the yellow ground. These houses are like simple strokes. They are very simple and rough. The people in the houses look out through the windows. The flat faces can even see the sad expression: "What is this rain? Are you heady when you are?"

The woman probed her head for a while, and closed the window sadly. The sweeping lady with the window hanging upside down was swaying slightly in the wind.

Jiang Ran fixedly glanced at it, and Sao Qingniang grinned at him, as if mocking or provoking.

Jiang Ran ignored it and continued to move forward.

This is a village, there are not many people, about forty to fifty households, and under the eaves and windows of every household there are Shou Qingniang hanging upside down, across the house, Jiang Ran