Zhou Ping put his phone in his pocket, bent down and picked up the key he had just thrown away, dragged his suitcase, and left the private room first. He also apologized to the waiter, took out his wallet to check out the bill.

He seemed to have become smart and capable all of a sudden, and he was no longer afraid.

The two took a taxi at the intersection and arrived at the community where Li Haiming and Zhang Shu lived. They saw an empty police car downstairs.

Zhang Xinqian looked up at the residential building in front of her.

"It seems that the police have already gone up. Let's go." Zhou Ping greeted, stepped forward first, and stepped into the building.

As soon as he entered the building, his cell phone rang.

Zhou Ping was about to answer the phone, but the phone was already hung up.

"You called the police?"

Zhou Ping raised his head and saw the gaps in the stairs above. Someone poked his head out, revealing the police uniform and hat.

Zhou Ping nodded repeatedly.

"The door is locked, and no one responded when knocking on the door. The neighbor said that someone had called in it." The policeman stood by the handrail of the stairs and lowered his head to Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping was panting and went upstairs with his suitcase. He saw two policemen waiting at the door and residents of the community in the aisle.

"Their family is not here. My son and father are dead, and they are just doing something for the day before and after. They are still doing something wrong. The couple are still in the hospital and they didn't come back yesterday. Those who came today are brothers from my husband's house." Some residents in the community didn't know whether they were gossiping with others or explaining the situation to the police. They talked endlessly and had colorful expressions.

Zhou Ping was not bored by this. Instead, he felt much more at ease because of so many people here. He took out the key from Li Haiming's house from his pocket, "I brought the key. They asked me on the phone before, but before they finished speaking, they called someone or something, and the phone was hung up. They said someone locked them inside, and they thought that the person was me. I was also thinking that nothing happened. Another thing was that there was a police witness, so don't be able to explain it clearly at that time."

Zhou Ping lied clearly. He was not worried. After saying the words he had prepared on the road before, he hesitated.

He now firmly believes that there is something wrong with the house, but he doesn't think it is a particularly big problem.

At least, it will not be like the one in a horror movie, when a person steps into the house, he will never die with the ghost.

He felt that his cousin Li Yun was driving people crazy at most. It took time and it also depends on the partner.

He could calm down quickly after leaving the house. But if it were his mother, his grandmother and grandfather might not be able to escape safely.

It is also unknown whether the relatives of the Li family can ensure their sobriety.

Zhou Ping handed the key to the police and became a little silent.

Zhang Xinqian followed him all the time, without saying a word, just nervously grabbed his small bag, and his nails were clenched into the bag belt.

"Then let's open the door and take a look now." The police stood at the door with the key.

His companion took a step back slightly, pinching the law enforcement recorder on his shoulder with one hand, adjusting the direction of the camera.

"...It was a big sound just now. They were screaming inside like slaughtering pigs. There must be something."

A few steps back, the onlookers gathered together to listen to witnesses telling their experiences.

Zhou Ping held his breath and watched the police insert the key into the keyhole.

Click, click...

The key turned twice and the door opened in response.

"Is there anyone? We are policemen. Is anyone?" The policeman who led the lead pulled out the keys and walked into the house. His companions followed closely behind.

The two of them were a little nervous, guarding against any possible situation in the house and searched carefully.

Zhou Ping stood at the door of the room, holding his heart, watching them enter the bedroom, into the kitchen and bathroom, and footsteps kept sounding. After a while, they returned to the living room.

His neck was stiff, and his eyes were fixed on the wall of the entrance hall in front of him.

"No one in the room. Are you sure they are in?" The police officers had relaxed.

"I must have come in." Zhou Ping nodded vigorously.

The onlookers behind were a little upset.

"I heard the sound next door, it was so loud." The witness was anxious to prove that he took two steps forward.

"But there was no one in the room. Did you leave later? Have you ever called again?" The policeman looked around the living room.

Zhou Ping shook his head.

He hesitated for a while, moved his gaze tremblingly, and looked at the mourning hall arranged in the living room.

Li Yun's mourning hall was still the same, but no one burned paper or incense, and only ashes were left in the vessel, without a single spark. The young man on the black and white photo did not change at all.

"Call me and ask," the policeman said.

Zhou Ping opened the communication record and found the strange number without a name at a glance.

He pressed the dial and put his phone in his ear.

Dou-Dou-Dou-

Buzzing-

The vibrating sound of the cell phone rang together with the ringtone.

The two policemen turned their heads at the same time.

Zhou Ping's gaze also turned.

Just next to the altar, there are two rows of wreaths given by relatives and friends, with elegy couplets hanging. Just look at the styles of these wreath baskets, you can tell that they were made by two funeral shops. One was ordered by a relative, and the elegy couplets were all titles such as "uncle" and "aunt"; the other should be given by a company, with names of two or three departments of the company.

The ringtone of the cell phone comes from the wreath of "Uncle".

A yellow chrysanthemum suddenly fell to the ground, revealing the screen of the mobile phone with its lit back.

The phone continued to vibrate and fell off the wreath.

Zhou Ping shook his hand and his cell phone also landed on the ground.

The phone hangs up and the room becomes quiet.

The policeman was surprised, but not afraid, so he went forward and picked up the cell phone.

Zhou Ping was already sweating all over.

Being mentally prepared is one thing, but seeing it really is another thing.

Zhou Ping heard the little noise behind him. He could imagine Zhang Xinqian's fight without looking back.

Zhang Xinqian stuttered and whispered: "How could it be there..."

It must be that Li Haiming's younger brother was stuffed there by himself.

"Why are you here?" the police asked the same question.

"Have you searched for it? Have you ever found those corners? People must... they must be there..." Zhou Ping's voice was trembling. A light of inspiration appeared in his mind and blurted out, "Bed! Maybe it's under the bed!"

Li Haiming said that he found hair on the pillow that might belong to Li Yun.

Pillow... The submission of the strange story was to find hair on the pillow, and his colleague Li Yun was also suffocated to death by the hair that emerged from the pillow.

"It's a pillow." Zhou Ping changed his mouth.

The two policemen looked at each other, looked at Zhou Ping, and then at the bedroom.

"Look for it again." The policeman holding his cell phone said.

The two returned to the room.

"Are they... dead?" Zhang Xinqian murmured.

Zhou Ping did not answer.
Chapter completed!