Zhang Xinqian didn't urge her, but she just sat aside and waited without even looking at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping didn't look up at Zhang Xinqian. After he opened his eyes, he stared at the piece of paper with a serious expression and slowly smiled bitterly.

"I really saw it... but I don't want to believe it." Zhou Ping said slowly, "My colleague, also known as Li Yun. Also, the person you met at the ATM... may be my cousin. I went to his house before and saw his photos and ashes..."

After putting down the barrier he had raised, Zhou Ping calmed down a lot.

He admitted that something incredible happened, which science cannot explain, and he also admitted that someone died because of this.

He didn't say it, but he actually came to a conclusion in his heart.

All those who die are called "Li Yun".

This is terrible, but for people who don't call this name, it becomes something that has nothing to do with them. They are all outsiders. They are safe, at least they won't die so inexplicably.

Zhang Xinqian's emotions were the opposite of Zhou Ping's. The deceased witnessed by Zhou Ping were two people who had some relationship with him but had no feelings. Among the news of the death that Zhang Xinqian learned, one of them was a blind date she had just had a good impression of.

Zhang Xinqian sighed and placed all the paper in her hand on the table.

"I checked it myself. The weird news was not very frequent. It started this week, and it became fixed since Monday, and I posted one every day. There was also zero-hour news, so they sent more messages. I took screenshots of the news that they posted about someone's death this week. Except for the ATM and the incident you encountered, the other news did not mention who the deceased was. I can only take screenshots like this."

Just by looking at the number of papers, you can estimate how many deaths were reported in the zero-hour news.

Zhou Ping has never followed the big V accounts of news and does not know what frequency they reported for deaths, but he only felt shocked when he saw these things being posted at zero hour.

"There may be three more. If you want to count today, there may be four people named Li Yun who have something wrong." Zhang Xinqian said in a heavy tone.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Ping did not take the paper, looked up at Zhang Xinqian, and asked in confusion, "Do you want to... invite a Taoist priest?"

He is not superstitious, so he has never been exposed to such things on weekdays. His grandmother and mother talk about superstitious things, but they don’t burn incense and worship Buddha all day long, and dance to the great gods and offering to the old immortals. No one in their family has done anything special. It should be said that their family’s superstitiousness is more traditional, and it is more similar to "can’t insert chopsticks into the rice" and "crows must spit three times".

Zhou Ping didn't know where to go to find professionals in this field.

"I want to..." Zhang Xinqian spoke and got stuck again.

She hadn't thought about this problem at first, but just wanted to know what was going on.

Thinking about it now, she was actually worried that the source of everything was herself. After all, she saw those eyes first, she ran away, sent a private message to the strange story, and then there was something happened one after another. The third person who happened was her blind date. If Zhang Xinqian had no doubts about herself, it was a lie.

"I want to find this, right?" Zhang Xinqian pointed out the name of the strange tale, "There is also this Zero-Time News. The registered company of the Zero-Time News is directly written in the information. The strange tale news was not written, but I searched it and could find someone to check the IP and find the address of such an account."

This was originally one of the solutions she had thought of. But her idea was not strong. She was a little cautious about these two accounts. She was also very suspicious of the account that strangely talked about.

"What then?" Zhou Ping asked in surprise, "What after finding it?"

Zhang Xinqian was stuck again.

"This is better, that's it. Do you still know someone named Li Yun?" Zhou Ping asked hesitantly.

Zhang Xinqian shook her head.

"Then let's do it...those...those things we saw were not for us. We were at most witnesses."

This time it was Zhang Xinqian who was surprised.

"Well... do you have anything else?" Zhou Ping asked with a tingling bullet under that gaze.

"Isn't the person I met your relative?" Zhang Xinqian asked in confusion.

"It's my cousin, but I've never seen it. This is the first time..." Zhou Ping replied, coughing dryly, "Anyway, this is the case now, right? We asked the police and said that the police didn't believe it. If we wanted to find them, we couldn't say that we could report them and prosecute them."

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned on it, "I came here on a business trip. My colleague passed away and my cousin's affairs, I have to tell the company and my house. Do you have anything else?"

Before Zhang Xinqian could answer, Zhou Ping's cell phone rang.

The call is an unfamiliar number, a mobile phone number, and the location is not visible.

He pressed the answer button and heard the voice of a middle-aged man who had become familiar with these two days.

"Hey, Zhang Shu's nephew isn't it? Is the key to my brother's house with you?"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, then he remembered who the owner of the voice was, and realized what the key he was talking about was.

"It's my place..." Zhou Ping subconsciously pressed his pants pocket.

He took Li Haiming to find Zhang Shu for a day and a night, took the keys in Li Haiming's pocket, went back to his home once, and confirmed that Zhang Shu had not returned and was still missing.

There was no key in his pants pocket. Maybe he was stuffed into other pockets casually.

"Can you send the keys now? My elder brother passed away just now, we want to get something." The man said.

"What about Zhang Shu's funeral? Are he going to do it together or wait for the elders in their family to come?" The woman with a distinctive voice asked on the other end of the phone. Her volume was not loud, but she was very penetrating. She called Zhang Shu her name directly, but her tone was not considered malicious.

Zhou Ping felt a sense of incongruity.

It seems that because of the death of the couple, their in-laws who were still tense yesterday and had fought in the hospital suddenly became able to talk about things calmly.

"He called him, don't let him come, the locksmith he called just now?" Another strange young male voice rang out, "Hey? Dad, aunt, this door is not locked."

A squeak.

The door opening sound is heavy, hoarse, and particularly clear.

Accompanied by footsteps and speaking, Zhou Ping heard the gentle sound of the wind.

"The door is not locked! What should I do if the thief enters?" The woman's voice increased again, returning to her sarcastic tone yesterday, "If you don't have anything missing, we won't take it. Don't rely on us then!"

Zhou Ping was a little confused. He remembered that he locked the door when he went out. Has Zhang Shu ever ran back after that?

Suddenly, he seemed to smell the smoke from burning paper money through his cell phone.

Just like I smelled at Zhang Shu’s house the night before yesterday, the smell of death.

That was the smell he didn't smell during his brief return to the house.
Chapter completed!