Here Lies The Wicked

That's right, it's just collecting wool.

In addition to collecting wool, Fang Zheng searched his mind for words and couldn't find a more appropriate adjective.

He never thought that one day,

It was so easy for him to get gray.

Within a minute, they collected the wool to three wisps of grey air.

Fang Zheng was still trying to figure out what was going on in front of him when a frightened voice sounded.

"Comrade police officer, this is it! This is it! Yesterday I followed that poor little girl into this house!"

He pointed at the little girl's house in front of Fang Zheng.

This was a woman in her fifties, her face was covered with furrows of frost, her clothes, her shoes, and a little crumpled soil.

Through the conversation between the other party and the police, Fang Zheng finally understood what was going on in front of him.

So it was this old lady who called the police.

The aunt was a vendor of fresh vegetables at a farmers'market. Yesterday, she experienced the same fate as Fang Zheng.

However, she was just as lucky as she was. When she bumped into those eccentric people in the corridor, she was shocked to find that they could penetrate her like invisible people. She was immediately frightened and screamed to escape from the apartment building. Then, after two days of shock, he remembered to call the police today.

In the following plot, Fang Zheng could also roughly infer that there would be a supernatural event here, which would inevitably attract the attention of the authorities.

Then he called the police.

And find the dead.

Pull the cordon.

Seal off the apartment building.

Then they checked every household.

Until, all the focus was directed at the little girl's home!

Looking at the little girl's house with the door closed, Fang Zheng couldn't bear to sigh. In fact, from the beginning of getting up early, Fang Zheng could tell that the little girl was dead.

All he saw was a ghost.

At the same time, he also figured out everything he saw in the apartment building. Those were the happy memories of the little girl's last moments, the harmonious neighbors, uncles and aunts, the loving and kind grandma xu, and the sick mother who tried to take care of her with a soft voice...

It's just, why... This time, I actually had a strange kind of anger and unwillingness!

Fang Zheng thought of "The first prayer" that tang did not encounter.

There are countless prayers in the world that are not as good as

A prayer from my four-year-old daughter,

So selfless and kind,

She knelt down, facing the smoke

Guan shiyin, with her eyes slightly closed, said:

Bodhisattva, I wish you good health.

...

Fang Zheng clenched his fists.

He could not imagine it, and he did not dare to think deeply.

This timid, timid, pitiful, heartbroken little girl who had learned to bow and thank every kind helper at such a young age.

In the last moments of his life,

What kind of pain did he experience?

So kind, so innocent...

Anger poured all over Fang Zheng's body, one by one, boiling hot like lava, I'll go to hell!

Fang Zheng was angry.

Looking at the corpses being carried out, one could imagine that families would sink into grief. Ordinary people's lives were like weeds in front of these spirits.

When Fang Zheng followed the other evacuated residents and was taken out of the apartment building by the police, it roared! His keen senses immediately sensed several strong waves of energy in the apartment building behind him, like a blazing torch in the night.

It's from the Supernatural investigation bureau!

Fang Zheng immediately thought of the grim sunglasses man and the middle-aged man in his mouth.

Fang Zheng did not know what the outcome of the battle was. He had just been taken out of his apartment building by the police, got into a police car, and was taken directly to the police station to take notes.

But as he got into the police car, Fang Zheng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd around the cordon. It was Butcher zhang from the farmer's market.

Fang Zheng was not a prisoner, but an assistant investigator, so the police were very polite to him and ordered a takeout of udon noodles for free for fear that Fang Zheng would be hungry this morning.

When he was about to finish taking notes, he asked a female police officer to come in outside.

The footsteps were sonorous and forceful, but when they saw each other, both of them were obviously stunned.

"It's you!"

"How could it be you!"

It was Fang Zheng, the new neighbor who moved in half a month ago, but speaking of it, Fang Zheng still didn't know the name of the new neighbor.

Ever since they moved next door, it seems that the police have been busy working overtime every day and rarely meet in the neighborhood.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Fang Zheng felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Meeting someone he knew in the interrogation room at the police station made him feel that something was wrong.

"If you didn't meet me here, did you meet me somewhere else?" The other party pointed to the police uniform on his body, meaning obvious.

But his expression was a little cold, with a serious and meticulous look. At the same time, he looked up and down, his eyes sharp as if he could see through all the secrets of a person.

Then, for the first time, Fang Zheng knew the other's name, Wei Youran.

It smells like a book.

But why do you feel that there is something wrong with the painting style?

The first time he knew his neighbor's name, he was in the interrogation room of the police station. Hiss, the back of his teeth were really cold.

Wei Youran's intentions were simple. She had a few pieces of evidence in her hand and wanted Fang Zheng to identify it.

When wei youran put the evidence on the table, Fang Zheng's face changed.

One portion, two portions... A total of five portions of pork in plastic bags. If one portion per day was used, the earliest portion of pork would correspond to the second day after the blue blood moon occurred.

The first few portions of pork had turned black, lost water, and started to mold, giving off a rancid smell of blood.

According to the freshness, the latest portion of the plastic bag was the pork that Fang Zheng bought for the little girl.

"It's just a normal procedure. Can you help us identify which pork you bought? So we can set up a file and send it to the evidence department." Wei Youran said.

Fang Zheng's voice was bitter, "That little girl, later..."

"During the investigation of the case, it is inconvenient to disclose the details to the public." Wei Youran refused without hesitation.

"I hope you don't make things difficult for me."

It was almost noon when Fang Zheng finished taking notes and Wei Youran sent Fang Zheng out of the police station.

"Do you like novels about ghosts, foxes, and monsters?" Outside the police station, before they parted, Wei Youran suddenly asked Fang Zheng a strange question.

Fang Zheng looked at Wei Youran confusedly.

"I've been following up on a series of disappearances recently. I've found that these people all share a common trait. I've used technology to check their cell phone records, and it shows that they've read novels about ghosts and foxes before they disappeared."

Fang Zheng: "Still, okay."

"Can I trouble you to help me sort out a list of these novels?" Wei Youran looked at Fang Zheng.

"Maybe I can find a clue from it."

Fang Zheng: "That's not a problem. The police and the people work together. But I don't have your wechat. How can I send you the list then?"

"Let me add your wechat first. What's your phone number?" Wei Youran's eyes were calm and his demeanor was aboveboard.

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