You Are My Gravity

At the beginning, I was not allowed to call the police, but as soon as I heard that I was about to call on my soul, I actually agreed to it again. What does this mean? Is this too obvious?

Aunt Ji Chenxuan’s father called the police himself, and when he called the police, his voice was choked and sad.

Uncle Ji Chenxuan hung up the phone and said to his wife, "I still trust the police more than them. It is better to leave the Tingting case to the police."

Aunt Ji Chenxuan looked at him without speaking.

Aunt Ji Chenxuan whispered: "There is no way to know the truth so quickly. I have to push back and forth. How do I feel that something is wrong."

She didn't say this loudly, but it happened that everyone heard it.

The others did not speak, and the expression on Uncle Ji Chenxuan's face was very bad.

He took his wife's hand and said, "Wife, you believe me, I'm all trying to give our daughter a fair..."

Aunt Ji Chenxuan's face was struggling. In the end, she chose to believe her husband and said, "Okay, hand it to the police."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Zhou Ping's face.

Gu Zhixin sarcastically said: "It would be over if the **** calling the police a long time ago. The murderer is among you anyway. You can't get away with others. Just wait."

Because it was a homicide case, the police dispatched police very quickly.

The police first inquired about the situation, and then began to search inside and outside the home, but because the first scene had already been nearly destroyed, it was very difficult to search.

Everyone was waiting in the mourning hall on the first floor.

After the police asked Uncle Wan Ji Chenxuan, Zhou Ping asked casually: "I haven't asked, what is this gentleman's last name?"

Uncle Ji Chenxuan said impatiently: "The last name is Dong."

"Oh, Mr. Dong, last night should be... not so good..." Zhou Ping asked casually.

"Nonsense, I stayed here all night, naturally it's not good, you try to stay up all night, see if you are good."

Zhou Ping nodded: "This is naturally bad, but I mean... Mr. Dong is quite heavy."

Uncle Ji Chenxuan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Ping smiled: "There is no other meaning, it's just the professional habit of a god-stick. I can't help but think about it when I see it. I don't know if Mr. Dong feels it. The whole person seems to be carrying a few hundred catties of iceberg. It's cold and heavy, and can't walk. It feels like the body is frozen into ice, and the bones are cold. Do you feel that way?"

A flash of shock flashed across Uncle Ji Chenxuan's face, and he quickly denied: "No!"

The situation Zhou Ping said was indeed present in him last night. It didn't feel until dawn when the sun rose.

When Zhou Ping just said it, he felt that his back seemed to have reappeared in the same situation as last night.

The coldness penetrated into the bones, and the cold person shivered.

Uncle Ji Chenxuan put on guard against Zhou Ping, and instinctively wanted to step back.

What Zhou Ping said, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, made him feel fear in his heart.

He was afraid that if he had more contact with Zhou Ping, she would know more.

Zhou Ping smiled: "No, it may be that I read it wrong, sorry...you may not know, the situation I just said is pretty bad, I don’t know if you have ever heard of ghosts and ghosts. Overwhelming..."

Uncle Ji Chenxuan shivered, "I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to listen."

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