Weird Games: I Have a Shelter House

At this moment, Chen Zixuan heard a soft "dong" sound coming from the direction of the toilet. It was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the silent space.

Here she comes again!

Chen Zixuan jumped up suddenly and rushed out of the curator's office like lightning, only to turn back.

He picked up the pile of Hades coins that he had just thrown away, stuffed them into his pocket, and continued to escape.

Although he considered these ghost coins to be "useless things," they were hidden so deeply and took so much effort to obtain them that it would be extremely stupid not to take them away.

He came to the door, inserted the key, and click! The door opened. Chen Zixuan opened the door, rushed through the corridor at full speed, quickly went downstairs, and ran into the lobby.

Scanning the light of his mobile phone, Chen Zixuan saw a person sitting on the bench beside the stairs, his head lowered, and he paid no attention to Chen Zixuan's arrival.

"Who?" Chen Zixuan asked alertly.

The man slowly raised his head, with a dull expression and dull eyes. He turned out to be Wang Xiaolei!

"Wang Xiaolei, why are you here?" Chen Zixuan walked forward and kept shining the light of his mobile phone on Wang Xiaolei.

"Do you know me?" Wang Xiaolei's eyes gradually recovered, "I remembered that you are a staff member of the funeral home. I met you during Mengjie's farewell ceremony a few days ago."

Chen Zixuan pulled Wang Xiaolei up: "Don't stay here! If you have anything to say, leave here first!"

Wang Xiaolei didn't resist, and ran blindly with Chen Zixuan, and didn't stop until he was exhausted.

"Wait... wait, where are you taking me?" Wang Xiaolei asked, holding his knees.

Chen Zixuan was also gasping for air: "No more running, just stay here."

The two sat down against the wall.

After he was out of breath, Chen Zixuan asked first: "Wang Xiaolei, why are you here? I mean, why are you in the funeral parlor?"

Wang Xiaolei shook his head and said: "I don't know either. I was sleeping at home and was woken up by someone for no reason. I found myself in a funeral parlor. Then you told me to run, so I ran over here."

Chen Zixuan just asked casually. He didn't care about why Wang Xiaolei came here. He was only interested in one topic.

"Wang Xiaolei...how did Lin Mengjie die? What do you know?"

When Lin Mengjie was mentioned, Wang Xiaolei's expression turned ferocious, and he turned over and grabbed Chen Zixuan's shoulders.

"It was Zhao Zhuoer who killed her! That bastard Zhao Zhuoer, I must kill him!"

Chen Zixuan pushed Wang Xiaolei's hand away and said calmly: "Let's be clear, if Zhao Zhuoer really did it, I am willing to help you deal with him."

Wang Xiaolei said, "The person Mengjie loves the most is me! We have been dating for several years, but Zhao Zhuoer, a bastard, suddenly appeared, started a money offensive based on his wealth, and finally took away love!"

Chen Zixuan thought of the information about "Rose", and he was most likely talking about Lin Mengjie. She looked like a money-worshiping girl, so it would make sense for her to be snatched away by Zhao Zhuoer. After all, what she loved most was money, not people.

"Those days were the most painful in my life, but I still chose to bless her. After all... I am a waste, a waste that has accomplished nothing..." Wang Xiaolei pulled his hair with both hands in pain.

Chen Zixuan didn't pity him at all. Look at this dog-licker. It was a perfect match for a scumbag to be a dog-licker.

"But how could a playboy like Zhao Zhuoer be sincere to her? She dumped her after playing with her! Mengjie couldn't bear the blow and couldn't think about it for a while, so she committed suicide by jumping off the building." Wang Xiaolei said.

Chen Zixuan frowned, but didn't say much.

His intuition told him that Wang Xiaolei was not telling the truth, at least not completely.

There are two logical holes here.

First, if Lin Mengjie was really a money-worshiping girl, how could she commit suicide over such a trivial matter? She should have tried every means to squeeze more money from Zhao Zhuoer. If she had money, that would be enough, just change her boyfriend.

Secondly, Zhao Zhuoer is so rich, doesn’t he know how to use money to solve problems? After all, for rich people, the least valuable thing is money, and any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

There must be some secret behind Lin Mengjie's death, and it's not as simple as Wang Xiaolei said.

But Chen Zixuan still echoed Wang Xiaolei: "This Zhao Zhuoer is really a bastard. Not only did he steal love with a knife, but he also killed people! I have decided to help you deal with him!"

Wang Xiaolei was moved and said: "Thank you, you are such a good person! I am not seeking fame or gain, I just want to help Meng Jie get justice!"

The two shook hands to reach an agreement on cooperation, with "incomparably sincere" smiles on their faces.

"How much do you know about Zhao Zhuoer? Tell me." Chen Zixuan said.

"Zhao Zhuoer is the only son of the chairman of Panshi Group. He will inherit hundreds of billions of assets in the future. He is an ignorant playboy who talks sweet words to women, but basically throws them away after playing with them. It would be better to change his girlfriend.

The clothes are fast, but I don’t know how many girls have been deceived by him.”

"oh."

Chen Zixuan doesn't completely believe Wang Xiaolei's words. It's strange that his love rival can say nice things, so let's just listen to him.

"I couldn't hold it back that day and fought with him in the memorial hall. Thanks to you for pushing Meng Jie's body away in time. By the way, was Meng Jie cremated? Can I still see her?"

"This..." Chen Zixuan didn't know whether to tell him for a moment that Lin Mengjie not only wasn't cremated, but also faked her corpse, transformed into a strange person, and walked around in the funeral parlor.

At this moment, Chen Zixuan's cell phone suddenly rang, startling him.

This mobile phone has no signal and rings from time to time, which is really scary.

Chen Zixuan took out his mobile phone and did not perform any operations at all. The mobile phone automatically started playing the video.

The bull-headed horse-faced man carried a corpse to the incineration hall. There was a tall incinerator in the middle. The horse-faced man opened the door of the furnace and pulled out a dark lying board. The bull-headed man placed the body on the lying board.

"He seems to have resentment? He doesn't want to be burned." Niu Tou said.

"Humph, how many of you here are willing to be burned? If you do what they want, then we won't do it anymore."

"Burn it."

Ma Mian pushed the bed back into the incinerator, and Niu Tou pressed the button beside him.

A raging fire ignited in the incinerator, and the corpse sat up suddenly, howling in pain.

"Another charlatan." Niutou said coldly.

"Haha, now it's become normal to fake corpses, and there are only a few people who don't fake corpses."

"Terror...has revived..."

The body lay down again and was reduced to ashes in the blazing flames.

The video ends here.

Chen Zixuan and Wang Xiaolei looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

"Did you mess with something weird?" Wang Xiaolei asked cautiously.

"No, no, this is a short video on the Internet. I downloaded it to my phone and watched it." Chen Zixuan put the phone back into his pocket.

Even Chen Zixuan himself didn't believe this, and Wang Xiaolei certainly didn't believe it either.

"I think it's better for us to split up. Look at how big the funeral parlor is..."

"Okay, let's split up."

Since he wants to moisten it, let him moisturize it. Anyway, the names Lin Mengjie’s corpse heard were Zhao Zhuoer and Wang Xiaolei.

"Then I'll leave first." Wang Xiaolei, as if he had received an amnesty, plunged into the darkness and disappeared in an instant.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Chen Zixuan's lips. The person "she" is really looking for... is you! Take care of yourself!