After the Strange Talk Prevails

"How could it not be sad! But we still have two sons to raise, what can we do! Tell me, what can we do!" The woman said mutely, her eyes red, and women are always more excited than men.

The man patted his wife on the shoulder and sighed helplessly.

"Your daughter was not killed by Wu Qian, but because of other causes of death." Zhou Ming said.

"What is this?" Wang Siyan wandering around found something interesting.

It was a wooden board with shallow gouge marks on it. The small pits formed a picture-like pattern, but the pattern had no shape. Judging from the outline and the location of the small pits, it seemed to be a profile picture.

"This is Xiaoyu's hobby. Xiaoyu can't do many games because he can't see it, but he can touch it, so he likes to draw the expressions of other people he touches in this way, although... although he can draw Not particularly good, but...but..."

The old father who lost his daughter-in-law was already in tears and couldn't make a sound.

Zhou Ming looked at this unusual wood-panel portrait with a horrified expression. Suddenly he realized why he felt a sense of disobedience when he saw the diary before.

Because Xiaoyu is a blind girl, she can't see Wu Aixiang, so she doesn't know that the other party is the eldest lady, and Wu Qian said that he hasn't touched Wu Aixiang since his sister said it, and it might be true.

Xiaoyu can't see. If the other party doesn't speak, she won't know who the abuser is, she will instinctively think that the other party is Wu Qian.

A deep sense of disgust rose in Zhou Ming's heart, and he felt nauseated.

Wang Siyan stared at the wooden board in a daze, as if thinking of something, she picked up a blunt-tip stylus on the cabinet next to it, and tried to tap it on the wooden board a few times.

"Da da da!"

The sound is familiar.

"Da da da da da!"

After several taps, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan's eyes lit up. Isn't this sound the prelude they heard that night! It's not the sound of nails pressing the door, but the sound of striking a wooden board with a stylus!

"That voice." Wang Siyan paused.

Zhou Ming took the other party's words: "Maybe it's just a repeated recording of the voice of the deceased."

He could think of the invisible girl curled up in his small room in the dead of night, holding a blunt pen and tapping on his beloved wooden board. This was her only pleasure except for the sordid insults. In addition to this fun, she has nothing.

But that night, she heard some strange movements. She thought it was her only friend who was visiting late at night, so she stopped writing and made a tentative question, and that question was her last last word.

She died, but her last words were stolen and used as bait by monsters. One night, she appeared at Wu Aixiang’s door and made a soft click and said the voice that belonged to her. Her friends thought it was her. The friendly invitation turned into an inhuman recording.

A monster that can steal the voice of the dead.

Zhou Ming finally found the first clear clue.

"Excuse me, please be sorry." Zhou Ming sighed, bent over to Xiaoyu's parents, turned and walked out of the wooden house.

He looked at the luxurious villa halfway up the mountain, and felt a sigh of relief in his chest. This villa had a strange image in his eyes. It was dormant there. Although it was luxurious and beautiful on the outside, it looked like an inhumane. The home of evil spirits makes people feel chilly.

He thought of a possibility.

"Go back and talk to others, and integrate the clues."

"You go back first, I have to do something else."

"What's the matter?" Wang Siyan asked.

Zhou Ming: "Buy some tools for crime."

Wang Siyan thought for a while and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

"No, I'll do it alone." Zhou Ming said.

"All right, then I'll go back first and tell you when the time comes."

After bidding farewell to Wang Siyan, Zhou Ming went to the black market, bought some props, found a secluded place and entered the dressing room of the dance party, and re-isolated a small space inside with the erected wooden board, and pasted it on the wooden board. Put on a white plastic board, simply polish it and disguise it as a ceramic tile, and finally put a layer of ceramic tile on the floor.

In addition, Zhou Ming specially bought a spacious coat that can cover his whole body, and bought other outfits.

Actually, it didn’t take so much preparation to solve a person, but after they told Wu Xingxing about the supernatural voice last time, the Wu Xingxing family will let the hermits and conjurers hired by his family stay vigil at night when they sleep at night. This created a great obstacle to Zhou Ming's actions.

But... is just an obstacle.

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In the dead of night, the head on the bedside table is already pointing to three o'clock in the morning.

Wu Qian was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and shivering, and various horror visions constantly appeared in his mind. After he heard what the green mask said today, Xiaoyu's undead kept appearing in his mind, making him trance all day. .

Even though he is very sleepy now, he can't fall asleep anyhow. Knowing that there are three hermits and a conjurer guarding his bedroom door, he still feels that he is not safe.

That's undead! It's a ghost!

What if a ghost appears directly next to him? Will the people outside have time to save him?

In a daze, Wu Qian became more sleepy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, in the corner of his bedroom, a cloud of gray mist was slowly forming, finally converging into the shape of a door.

A man in a camouflage cloak stepped out from the door and gently placed his feet on the ground. The moonlight outside the window cast Zhou Ming's shadow on the bed, and Wu Qian, who had just squinted his eyes, woke up suddenly!

"what!"

He turned and sat up with a yell, staring at the uninvited guest before him in horror.

Zhou Ming was taken aback. He didn't expect Wu Qian to fall asleep before three o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Ming sneaked into Wu Qian's bedroom in the evening, opened the grey door to hide in it, and waited quietly until three o'clock in the middle of the night before reopening the grey door and came out.

In his plan, when he opened the gray door and came out, Wu Qian should have fallen asleep. Then he only needed to faint Wu Qian and move into the gray door space, then he could bypass the night watchman's surveillance and take Wu Qian directly. go.

But he never expected ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Wu Qian's servant didn't even sleep!

"boom!"

The bedroom door was knocked open, Zhou Ming took a gun in his hand, and shot at the door.

"boom!"

The hermit at the most advanced door faced him, a bullet shot into his chest, a large amount of blood burst out from the wound, but the burst of blood was splashed all over the wall, even on the ceiling, like Just like a blood-filled balloon burst with just one shot, the scene was extremely shocking.

Zhou Ming felt that the hunting mark he had just put on disappeared instantly, which showed that he had killed a hermit with a single shot.

Human beings are really fragile, Zhou Ming sighed silently.

In the blink of an eye, the second hermit who entered the door had already raised his rifle and pulled the trigger at Zhou Ming!

The harsh gunfire sounded, and in the fierce fire, Zhou Ming turned his back to the opponent, dozens of bullets were shot into the wide cloak, and a series of crisp sounds of metal hitting sounded, as if it was not a single one wrapped under that cloak. A body of flesh and blood, but a hard piece of steel!