Since I saw the photos of Wang Quansheng after his death, I have been in a daze. I am afraid of ghosts. Of course, I am also afraid of Wang Quansheng, who has become a corpse, but I am even more afraid that the cause of his death will be known. You must know that he died in my room. Then, I borrowed the young master's tricycle and threw his dead body out. Now, as long as the police investigate the time and place of the last appearance of this person, the finger will soon point directly at me.

In a daze, I didn't know how I returned to the room prepared for me by the police station. Now that we live here, the police station is quite polite. The living conditions in the room are slightly better than the young master's guesthouse, at least there will be no rat shit on the quilt.

When I returned to the room, I felt very tired. I don’t know what happened recently. After returning from Guangchuan Wangling, my originally tense nerves relaxed. I was particularly sleepy and often fell asleep on the bed. But it was a nightmare that made me feel very uncomfortable.

I fell on the bed and recalled the photo I saw in the conference room just now - Wang Quansheng has been dead for more than half a year, why has the body not rotted? Why did it appear at the gate of Nangong? What exactly did he want to do?

The professor's body appeared in Wang Ling, Guangchuan, which made me feel incredible. I have been unable to understand the reason for these days. Now, Wang Quansheng's body appears again, it is simply...

It was a huge blow to me. Could it be that those who have come into contact with the dragon coffin will be cursed and will undergo corpses after death?

I stared at my eyes until midnight before I fell asleep in a daze. Fortunately, I didn't dream that night. When I woke up in the morning, the clear light shone through the window and shone in the room. I rubbed my still confused eyes and instinctively got up from the bed. Then, the light of my eyes instinctively swept something.

This room is 16 square meters. In addition to a large bed, there is also an Eight Immortals Table and two chairs, which occupy the eldest son's space. However, in the southeast corner of this small room, a figure is now squatting in a blur...

I was curious in my heart. It was early in the morning, if I didn’t sleep in the quilt, why did I run into my room to squat? I immediately walked over and gently patted the man on the shoulder: This big brother, how do you...

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt something was wrong. This was so familiar to me! Didn’t Wang Quansheng die in my room at that time?

And this person - why do I look more and more familiar with him?

Just when I was stunned, the man who was originally squatting in the corner suddenly turned his head, and as soon as I saw it, I was suddenly filled with horror.

This person is no one else, but the dead Wang Quansheng. There was a hideous smile on his face. My heart kept sinking, sinking..., and the script could stagger back.

Wang Quansheng's neck was twisted at an incredible angle, and one eye was staring at me, and then, I watched him stretch out a pair of long nails...

Damn! Just when Wang Quansheng's finger was about to pinch my neck, I didn't know where the strength came from. I turned around and ran out, but I didn't know what was stuck behind me and couldn't break free. I tried my best to struggle hard...

In this way, I couldn't help but remember the situation when I visited Longyan of the Yellow River. At that time, the young master ran out. I thought I had no chance of life, so I wiped my neck, but I didn't die. Everything passed by my mind like lightning. If I hadn't met Wang Quansheng at the gate of Nangong, if I hadn't gone to the Eye of the Yellow River, maybe all this wouldn't have been like this.

On the verge of terror, I was incredibly strong. I didn't know how I broke free from the constraints behind me. I ran to the door in three steps and opened the door hard, wanting to seek help from outside. After all, this is a police station, and there should be a police uncle on duty...

However, I never expected that my door was closed slightly, and no matter how hard I tried, it could not be opened. Obviously, the door was locked from the outside.

Obviously, the door was locked from outside, so how did Wang Quansheng come in?

I didn't have time to think too much for me. My neck suddenly became cold, as if I was being pinched by something. Out of human instinct reaction, I turned my head hard. Behind me, Wang Quansheng, a pair of rough hands, grabbed my neck tightly, with a hideous smile on his face, and a fierce light that did not belong to humans appeared in his eyes...

It was like a life-seeking ghost from hell, looking at the prey that could no longer escape, smiling hideously.

"Ah...", almost, I didn't know why I screamed at the top of my lungs and suddenly woke up from my dream.

It turned out to be a dream? The old man used to say that it always makes sense to think about things on the day and dream about things on the night. Wang Quansheng's death has become a heart-wrenching illness for me. That damn guy is going to die - where is it hard to die, but he just wants to die in my room?

I recalled the scene in my dream again, as if the real scene was real, everything was vivid in my mind. I wiped the cold sweat on my head, and then I realized that my quilt had been soaked with sweat.

It was already dawn, and the clear light penetrated into the room through the window, and it felt a little uncomfortable in the bed soaked in sweat. I turned over and was about to get up. Almost out of instinct, my eyes fell on the southeast corner of the room.

In the dawn, I couldn't see clearly, but a figure in the hazy place was squatting on the southeast corner...

This time, I screamed out completely, screaming out the fear, helplessness and confusion in my heart.

The person in the southeast corner slowly turned his mind and smiled at me with a "fear" smile and said: Lao Xu, why are you calling so loud? You are not a little girl, will I rape you?

Young Master? It’s the young master. I calmed down for a moment, wiped the cold sweat from my head, and asked: Why are you going to come here to stay in the morning if you don’t sleep early?

The young master had already stood up from the corner, walked to me, touched my forehead deeply, and said curiously: Lao Xu, are you confused? Didn’t I sleep with you last night? We can’t have a room for each person and occupy the police uncle’s dormitory, right?

Only then did I remember that this was indeed the case. Last night, the young master told Huang Zhihua that he moved here to live with me so that he would not occupy their dormitory. It was not good!

Anyway, Huang Zhihua's purpose is just that we will not leave. After all,... we are not vicious murders and fugitives, but just a group of illegal cultural relics dealers and antique plates. And with our value, we would not be able to afford any big waves. If it weren't for the Yellow River Dragon Coffin, they might not even bother to look at us, so they naturally agreed to the young master's request.

But, the young master didn't go to bed early in the morning, so why did he squat in the corner? The young master explained that he woke up early, and saw that I was still sleeping soundly, so he didn't wake me up. At this moment, he suddenly heard something in the corner. He got up and saw that two little mice were fighting. He was about to catch the mouse, but I woke up, and then shouted loudly, and the little mouse was scared away.

I was skeptical when I heard this, not because I suspected that the young master was lying, but because this was a coincidence. When did he not catch mice? It was just when I had a nightmare?

The young master asked me what nightmare I had just had, and I was so scared. I didn't hide it, and told him directly that I dreamed of Wang Quansheng.

The young master said, why did Wang Quansheng come to Nangong again? Did he bring the bronze ware when he went back? As he said that, he deliberately came to me nervously and lowered his voice and said, "Old Xu, you can't be alone if you have money. This time, you have to bring me with you no matter what.

I could only shake my head and smile bitterly. The young master didn't know that Wang Quansheng had never returned to his hometown. He sent his life to Taiyuan and died bizarrely in my room. If the young master knew that I borrowed his tricycle to destroy the body, I wonder if he would fight to the death.

My master and I talked a few more nonsense. Seeing that the sky was already bright outside, the unique brightness of the sunlight shot into the room, I gave me some comfort to the person who was in terror. The girl came to knock on the door and asked us to have breakfast together.

After yesterday, Huang Zhihua was obviously much more polite to us, and we were not as closely guarded as prisoners. We just wanted us to make a clear statement that we could not go out without any trouble, and we had to greet him first if we wanted to go out. Neither the young master nor I opposed Huang Zhihua's request. After all, there is food and accommodation here, and it is relatively safe.

Following the girl, the three of us went to the police station cafeteria together. We had just asked for a bowl of porridge, and just ate the pickled radish and told the girl about the matter after separation.

From the girl's mouth, I realized that the few treasures we had worked hard to touch from the Guangchuan Royal Tomb have now fallen into the hands of the police. It's a waste of time. Now it's okay. I just can't bear to leave the bronze ancient sword. What makes me most uncomfortable is that the epitaph of King Guangchuan was also in the hands of Professor Sun.

What exactly is recorded in it? We have no way to know the truth. Although Professor Sun said that there is nothing recorded in the Guangchuan Wang Tomb, the more he said that, the less I believe it.

Before I could finish a bowl of porridge, Huang Zhihua ran to Gulai with anger, glanced at the crowd, and then the wallpaper fell on the three of us and strode towards us.

Mr. Huang, having breakfast... I saw that Huang Zhihua looked bad, but in fact, I was a little angry and confused. Could it be that someone died again?

Huang Zhihua didn't answer, stared at me fiercely for a moment, then looked at the young master and girl again, then lowered his voice and said: You three, who had left the room last night?

All three of us shook our heads in confusion. Huang Zhihua didn’t need to ask us about this question. Just check it and you will understand that we were locked in the staff dormitory of the police station, and there were people who came to guard it. It was definitely not easy to take it out at night.

The young master said: Mr. Huang, what happened? The girl also stared at Huang Zhihua with big watery eyes flashing.

Huang Zhihua took a breath and said: I also know that this matter cannot be just what you did - it is really bizarre.

I hurriedly asked what happened. Huang Zhihua looked around at the policeman who was pricking his ears and wanted to listen. He frowned and asked us to speak in his office.

When he arrived at Huang Zhihua's office, before he could sit down, he directly said: "The body of Wang Quansheng is missing..."

"What?" I jumped up when I heard this. When I recalled my dream experience last night, I felt cold sweat profusely. A cool air came up from my spine, and even I couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The young master also changed his face and asked stammeredly: "What...what's going on?"

The girl yelled and instinctively leaned towards me, very scared. Fortunately, she didn't know Wang Quansheng and didn't know how this person died. So although she felt bizarre and panic, she was much better than me.

Huang Zhihua explained that they transported Wang Quansheng's body back yesterday. Since he was also a person who had contacted the Yellow River Dragon Coffin, I honestly told him yesterday that we had met Wang Quansheng, bought bronze ware from him, and also learned about the Yellow River Dragon Coffin from him. Therefore, after Huang Zhihua and his friends transported Wang Quansheng's body back, they did not dissect and study the specific cause of death, but sent it directly to the funeral home, preparing to contact his family before handling it.

But early this morning, the staff of the funeral home called and said that a corpse was lost, and Wang Quansheng's body disappeared.

It seems like everything may be lost these days, but it is ridiculous to lose the body. Besides, Wang Quansheng is just an ordinary Yellow River ghost. He is a person who picks up garbage in the Yellow River all day long to make a living. If he has money, that is, the lost 5,000 yuan, which is still in my hands, who would steal such a corpse?

If Wang Quansheng's body was not stolen by someone else, then there is only one possibility left - he went out to get some breath by himself?

The corpse went out by itself? This is even more ridiculous than losing the corpse. I sat decadently on the chair opposite Huang Zhihua, leaned on the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and Wang Quansheng's pale face, with a hideous smile, staring at me fiercely.

Professor Wang’s body and Lao Bian’s body can be run to Wangling, and it is normal for Wang Quansheng’s body to run out for breathing. Besides, Wang Quansheng’s body was originally dead for more than half a year before the body appeared, and there was definitely something strange inside.

Just as I was thinking about it, the phone on the desk suddenly rang out loud, making me jump again. I felt like I was full of soldiers and a sneer. If I continued like this, I would sooner or later become mentally ill if I didn’t die.

Huang Zhihua reached out to answer the phone. I don’t know what someone said on the other end. He changed his face and said in a hurry-I’ll come.

After putting down the phone, he asked the young master: "You opened the guesthouse at the gate of Nangong?"

The young master was puzzled and nodded and said yes, we were "invited" by Huang Zhihua there. Huang Zhihua naturally found out that all our eighteen generations of ancestors were. How could he not understand that the guesthouse at the gate of Nangong was the property of the young master?

"Your life lawsuit has occurred. A customer died in the room today, and Wang Quansheng's body also appeared at the scene..." Huang Zhihua's face looked very unfair.

What? I can't believe it. After Wang Quansheng died, he touched the young master's guesthouse again. What did he do there? I thought about it and realized that if there is really a "ghost" thing, then Wang Quansheng must have gone to the guesthouse to find me?

Do you want to seek my life or do you want to get back the five thousand dollars he has?

My heart was thumping, almost jumping out of my mouth, forcing me to open my mouth so I could breathe.

Huang Zhihua looked at the faces of the three of us, and seemed to have made some decision, and asked, "Why not do this, let's go and take a look together. There is something to do with you three."

The murder case was born in the young master's guesthouse, but I only knew Wang Quansheng's death. I also really wanted to see what Wang Quansheng, who had been dead for more than half a year, looked like. Although he was very scared, he nodded and agreed. He got on Huang Zhihua's off-road vehicle, and the sirens were very arrogant and roared straight to the gate of Nangong.

I got off the car in front of the young master's guesthouse. At this time, the entrance of the guesthouse was the most deserted, but now it is very lively. Many people who are having troubles couldn't help but come over to find out what they wanted to talk about after dinner. However, the entrance of the guesthouse was surrounded by police uncles, and no one could enter easily.

Huang Zhihua just got off the car. Since he was a military official, to be honest, these police officers were still flattering him, so soon a young police officer ran over and gave a standard military salute. He reported that there was no movement at the scene and was waiting for him to come.

Huang Zhihua agreed without comment, and the three of us got out of the car one after another and followed Huang Zhihua. The young master lowered his voice and said in my ear: "Thank God, I happened to have a free meal at the police station this time, but I got rid of the suspicion. Otherwise, wouldn't this be a big trouble?"

The girl gave the young master a blank look. I knew the young master was right, but he was heartbroken and couldn't help but roll his eyes hard.

Under the leadership of a small police officer, Huang Zhihua quickly walked towards the room inside.

"It's this?" Huang Zhihua asked when he saw the little policeman stop at the door of a room.

I looked up at the room, and couldn't help but tremble. Every time I came to Taiyuan, as long as I stayed in the young master's guesthouse. Moreover, I got along well with the young master after a while. He knew that I liked the room near the south, and as long as this room was empty, I would definitely arrange it for me.

And this room was the room where Wang Quansheng died at that time.

Huang Zhihua had already stepped in, and the young master and the girl hurriedly followed in. Only I was hesitant at the door. Cold sweat broke out on my head again, my palms were cold and wet and uncomfortable, but there seemed to be a fire in my vest. Instinctively, I didn't want to see that Wang Quansheng, nor did I want to see another dead man. I wanted to escape, but the world was so big, where could I run to avoid the curse from the ancient times?

With a thorn in mind, I walked into the room. The case site was still the same. Almost, I could see a figure in the corner next to the TV cabinet in the room at a glance... No, it was a ghost, just squatting there, exactly the same as half a year ago...

His face was facing the wall, and he couldn't see clearly. His clothes were worn at that time. Of course, the corpse would not care about changing his own clothes.

I suppressed the panic in my heart and looked up at the other dead man. The man leaned against the edge of the bed. He was not very old and was a man in his thirties. He looked ordinary but had a strange and bizarre appearance. He squatted with his feet and stretched his arms forward, as if he wanted to touch something, but also seemed to want to fight someone. He was wearing clothes and only had a pair of underwear on his lower body, and his trousers were placed next to him.

Since the room was facing south, the sunlight shone brightly into the room, just in front of the dead man. I watched the corners of his mouth crack in a strange arc, as if he was laughing, and a ferocious smile. On his neck, there was obviously a blue-bruise pinched out of his fingers.

Was he strangled to death? But strangely, I heard that the person strangled to death was like a hanged ghost. His tongue was stretched out from the elders and suffocated to death, but the man's tongue was not stretched out, and even there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was strange and ferocious.

Suddenly, this person's death was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

The girl gently pulled me next to her, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be about to cry, and she whispered: "Brother Xu, look at that person... is his appearance exactly the same as when Dan Jun died?"

As soon as she reminded me, I couldn't help but scream "ah". By the way, this person's death is the same as when Shan Jun died. At that time, Shan Jun died. Old Cai said that it was the Qixiao corpse, and said that he wanted to ask someone to sit down and wanted him to cry. As a result, the old man made a day and night and called me in, saying that Shan Jun wanted to see me? He also gave me a piece of bronze tablet?

This is definitely a nightmare, and I was still stuck in my dream and didn't wake up. I remembered again that there seemed to be some murals in the tomb passage of the Yellow River Dragon Coffin, and the last one seemed to look like this... But those relief murals were probably moved to a museum by Professor Wang and others.

Huang Zhihua put on his gloves and looked through the eyelids of the corpse beside the bed. His pupils had spread significantly, indicating that the person was dead and could not die anymore. Then, he walked to Wang Quansheng's corpse and instinctively wanted to look through his pupils. At this time, I stood beside him and could see clearly. Just as he was looking through Wang Quansheng's corpse eyelids, the diffuse pupils, no... It should be said that a ray of fierce light shot out from the slightly rotten eye frame, staring at me fiercely...
To be continued...