Li Mazi also came out from under the bed at this time, but she did not dare to face the man in the raincoat's bone-clearing knife.

Fortunately, footsteps came from the corridor, and it was probably the hospital's people patrolling!

Looking at the back of the man in the raincoat, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I just felt that his figure was very familiar, but it also felt strange.

I winked at Li Mazi, then swung out the Tianlang whip, trying to temporarily tie the other party's arm, and Li Mazi rushed over to subdue him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Tianlang whip hit him, the man in the raincoat actually screamed and fell to the ground, and at the same time, a strong smell of corpse was emitted from the air.

I quickly stepped forward, took off his raincoat, and suddenly realized that he was the dead Song Zhong!

Song Zhong's head and the corpse were sewn together with a needle, and a striking blue talisman was stuck on his chest.

Obviously, Song Zhong's body was controlled, but what was he doing here?

Could it be that you want to frame us?

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that it was not good, so I quickly put my raincoat on him again, and then prepared to help Song Zhong out with Li Mazi.

As a result, before I was discharged from the hospital, I saw flashing police lights all around me.

"It's paralyzing, this is pushing us into the fire pit! The camera shows that he entered our ward and then died. We can't even explain it clearly."

Li Mazi asked me in a panic look on his face. After all, only Yu Hua is in contact with us this time, and he is still in a coma.

At the critical moment, I had an idea, picked up Yu Hua's mobile phone, found a note inside, saying that the leader's number and dialed it.

I think since I am the leader of the Shenyang Museum, I must know Li Mazi and me.

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, the leader said with great enthusiasm: "Don't worry, young man! The organization will not wrongly accuse good people, and will never let go of any bad people."

Shortly after hanging up the phone, the police car downstairs dispersed. I breathed a sigh of relief, turned my head to look at Yu Hua's empty knees, and shook my head helplessly.

I can only wait for him to wake up and let him guess who caused all this? After all, I don’t know anything about the people in the museum.

Unexpectedly, before Yu Hua woke up, I received a call from Song Zhong’s wife.

She told me that Song Zhong gave her a dream, saying that she had hidden some information on the floor of the haunted hall of the museum, and that these information must be handed over to Yu Hua.

"Information?" I thought of a lot for a moment.

Since Song Zhong couldn't let go of the information he had hidden after his death, this information might be the cause of his death.

Perhaps, it was a big man in the museum who killed them.

The big man must have been looking for information at this moment. I couldn't tell Li Mazi in detail when time was tight. After telling him to protect Yu Hua, he left alone.

When I arrived at the gate of Shenyang Museum, I found that the staff on duty who had left before had returned.

Where did they look lazy? They are all guarding the gate with high gear.

It seems that my idea is correct, and the problem must be internal.

The main entrance could not be entered, so I had to climb over the wall behind the museum. Unexpectedly, there was someone guarding it inside, so I had to knock him out.

Maybe these on-duty staff dare not approach haunted places, so I easily arrived at the hall where the weapon list was stored.

The surroundings were still quiet, and there was not even the movement of the ghost.

This is not a good phenomenon.

But I couldn't take too much care, so I plucked up the courage to turn on the lights in the hall, and then lay on the ground and knocked on the floor one by one.

Song Zhong said that the information was hidden in the floor, and I thought there must be a floor here that was empty. But I knocked all the floors and found that these floors were solid.

"Is it because Song Zhong's wife heard it wrong?"

I muttered and quickly called Song Zhong’s wife, but no one answered the other end of the phone for a long time.

At this time, the lights above my head were all turned off with a "bang", and my eyes suddenly became pitch black.

Before I could react, a yin wind blew around me, and the powerful yin energy formed a whirlpool of more than two meters high, and it surrounded me in an instant.

I hurriedly waved the Tianlang Whip to block it, and then took a few steps back. At this moment, I didn't bring any props, and I only had a Tianlang Whip in my hand. I don't know if it could withstand it?

After being blocked by me, the vortex gradually turned into a black shadow and slowly appeared in front of me.

I looked closely and saw that the shadow was tall and burly, with a ferocious face, and was wearing a straight Kuomintang general uniform. Who else could it be if it weren't for Yang Yuting?

Before he could speak, I quickly bowed to him and shouted respectfully to General Yang.

It's not about begging for mercy, I respect him from the bottom of my heart.

Yang Yuting, who was originally planning to attack me, seemed very happy after hearing this, and his anger suddenly decreased a lot.

It seems that he is not in a bad state. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "General Yang, what do you want? Just tell me, I will definitely find a way to help you complete it."

"What can you help me? Can you help me realize my ambition?" Yang Yuting asked with red eyes: "Xueliang is still a child. I assisted him wholeheartedly so that he could inherit the family business of Dashan. But he didn't expect that he would kill me because a Japanese female spy blew the wind beside her pillow! This child is really helpless. How can he defend the Northeast like this? How can he be worthy of Dashan's spirit in heaven?"

It is difficult for honest officials to make decisions on family matters, let alone nearly a century has passed.

There is no historical conclusion about Zhang Xueliang's killing of Yang Yuting. But most experts know that Yang Yuting should not have been killed. Killing Yang Yuting is equivalent to pulling out the tiger's teeth. From then on, the Japanese are no longer afraid of the Northeast Army.

I listened silently to his sad words and found that he never mentioned himself, but just lamented the rise and fall of the country.

It seems that although he has died, he still remains in love with the Chinese nation!

I rubbed my face and advised carefully: "General Yang, don't worry! The Japanese have been driven away long ago, and China is not the same as before. Now China is prosperous and strong, and can be ranked in the world. No one dares to bully us anymore!"

"Yes, it's better now than before."

"Then you are..." Although I didn't finish my words, the meaning was very obvious. Since you always think that the country is developing well now, why do you still have to come out to cause trouble?

"Yes, why should I come out?" Yang Yuting suddenly became a little confused and asked me if I knew what he had done.

Seeing his cute appearance, I told him everything.

After hearing this, he shouted angrily that he had not killed anyone at all. He even got furious when he heard the news of Song Zhong's death, saying how could he kill his fellow villager?

Only then did I realize that Song Zhong is from Sheshangou Village, and Yang Yuting is from Sheshangou Village. No wonder the grave circle is full of resentment, it turns out that one of them is Yang Yuting's grave.

"It seems that I'm right. Those security guards were killed by those who are interested and then framed on your head." I said.

The mastermind behind the scenes was to use the haunted gimmick in the exhibition hall to kill five security guards who discovered their secrets.

Then I asked me to deal with it and conquer Yang Yuting for him.

In this way, Yang Yuting will really take the blame!

Thinking of this, I asked Yang Yuting if the security guard on duty had hidden something in the exhibition hall? After all, as a ghost, every grass and tree in the exhibition hall could not escape his eyes.

If Song Zhong really buried information here, he would definitely be noticed by Yang Yuting.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuting thought about it and shook his head.

What's going on?

I called Song Zhong’s wife again, and the phone was quickly connected. But before I could speak, my wife’s crying came from the opposite side.

She cried and said, "Master, I'm sorry for you! But I have no choice. Someone rushed into my house just now and forced me to trick you into the museum. If I don't do it, they will kill my child, wuwu..."

"Oh shit!"

After hearing this, I couldn't help but curse, the matter was already very clear, and there was no information at all.

What is the purpose of the mastermind behind me to trick me here?
Chapter completed!