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Chapter 146 "Female Ghost in the Day" Part Two

Pull out the snakeskin bag completely and go downstairs to the parking garage with the snakeskin bag.

I drove my car to a corner parking space, got out of the car and went to the trunk.

I observed the surrounding location and determined that it was a blind spot, and there were no surveillance or other people.

I put the snakeskin bag down and opened the opening.

He opened the trunk slightly, pulled up the originally transparent plastic bag of the coat and the girl, stuffed it into the snakeskin bag and closed the snakeskin bag.

After doing this, I took a look at the trunk. There was blood oozing from every corner of the trunk, because the plastic bag containing the coat was not airtight after all.

Helplessly, I took off the entire lining of the trunk, opened the snakeskin bag and stuffed it inside.

My neighbor happened to pass by when he was out shopping for groceries and said hello to me.

It made me tremble with fear.

"What are you doing?" said the neighbor.

"There are a lot of things in the trunk. Once packed, I put them in the storage room at home." I said.

The neighbor and I laughed, then got into our cars and drove away.

I adjusted my mentality, and the trunk was empty at this time.

The outline of the iron sheet was vaguely visible, but there was no trace of blood, which made me sigh.

I struggled to pick up the snakeskin bag and walked towards home.

I actually began to feel lucky to be a thin girl. If I were a man or a little fatter, all this would not be possible.

I didn't dare to take the elevator, so I carried the snakeskin bag of powder from the fire escape to the seventh floor.

I was so tired that I took two breaks.

Try to avoid the surveillance in the corridor every time you take a break, but you must pass quickly every time you pass the surveillance.My home is on the seventh floor, which makes me feel bad.

I thought that the body must be disposed of first, and the place where the body can be disposed of safely must be my home.

As I dragged this snakeskin bag, my physical endurance was almost at its limit.

The corridor on the seventh floor was especially quiet.

What I was most afraid of at this time was that my neighbor would open the door and come out. It would be really difficult for me to explain this if I were to meet him face to face.

Of course, I am afraid that my speech will become stammering and hesitant. My psychological quality is still too poor.

When I got to the door and closed the door, I lay on the ground panting.

Before I could rest for a while, my first reaction was to close all the windows in my house.

I pulled out my phone, and hers.

I paid attention to the battery level of my mobile phone. Mine was 63.

Her cell phone number was 27, and I thought that she must not turn off her cell phone.

I took a look and saw that the number of her messages had reached more than 40.

But the missed call was still the same one as before. I took my phone and opened the snakeskin bag and plastic bag, pulled out her hand and fingerprinted it.

They are all messages from chat groups and fans.

There are also seven private messages, each of which is almost about why to stop the prank.

I ignored it and set my phone to never lock the screen, and put it on the table to charge.

I thought about how I could make this body disappear from this world, or have nothing to do with me at all.

Of course this is difficult, but it can definitely be done.

Because the world is so big, people disappear every day.

Unexplained corpses appear every day, but at this moment I have no idea how to make the one in front of me disappear.

The only information I know at this moment is that the girl who was killed by me is named Wang Xiaomei, but I know nothing about her other information.

Of course, I also know that she is a small internet celebrity with 20 fans.

I have her body, a bloody white dress and her mobile phone in hand at the moment.

What's the breakthrough?I thought it could only be her cell phone.

It seems that the iPhone settings and privacy can tell you where the phone usually stays. I thought about whether I could check it.

I immediately picked up her phone and checked settings, privacy, location services, system services, and important locations.

I began to lament the progress of the mobile phone industry.

In the early years, I would not have had any chance to know any news about this girl.

Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh at my IQ. Can't I understand everything just by clicking on the express delivery address on Taobao?

I looked at the places I frequented on the map, and opened Taobao and looked at the address bar.

Not only did I find this girl’s home, I also found out where she worked.

I immediately opened the map on my phone and zoomed in as hard as I could to avoid missing any corner near her home.

The girls' homes seemed to be bungalows, belonging to areas left out of urban renewal.

It must be a rented house, otherwise it would be impossible for my family to be outside at around four in the morning without worrying.

It seems too difficult to think about creating the illusion of suicide for her near her home.

But the company is different. I'm a little surprised that this girl is still working in the newspaper.

But after thinking about it for a moment, it seems reasonable. After all, reporters always want to make some big news.

It's understandable that you think of pretending to be a ghost to scare people and gain fans.

And I found that the building of the newspaper office is quite tall, and it is considered a landmark building nearby.

But how can I get in?Can you bring a corpse with you?
The most important thing seems to be to think of a plan to make people think that the girl died of suicide.

It is now past ten o'clock in the morning, and I killed her between four and five o'clock.

It seems that if you want to deceive the autopsy, you must speed up. It seems that it will be too late to remove the body at night.

But thinking about meeting a female ghost in broad daylight is really enough.

When I thought of pretending to be a female ghost, my mind suddenly froze.

I immediately ran to the utility room. My wife had her hair cut short a year ago.

But it was so ugly that she wore the wig for half a year, and it took me a while to pull it out.

At the same time, I also dug out some unused white sheets. I put them on and looked in the mirror to see that they did look somewhat similar to the female ghost.

It seems like a good idea for a female ghost to jump off a building.

I took a handbag and packed these in, then dragged the girl's body into the toilet.

In the toilet, he put the girl's bloody white clothes back on her body and cleaned the toilet appropriately afterwards.

I packed and tied the lining of the car trunk and the plastic bag of my coat, and hid it in the spare cabinet in the bathroom, thinking that I would throw it away when the matter was over.

He stuffed the girl into the snakeskin bag again and picked up the snakeskin bag, briefcase and the girl's mobile phone.

He took the fire escape downstairs and turned into his car in the parking lot.

He opened the trunk, took out the spare tire from the secret compartment underneath, and put the snakeskin case into the trunk.

It took me half a day to get close to eleven o'clock, and I stuffed the replaced tires into the trunk.

The first target is not the girl's company, but the bustling commercial street.

I got out of the car and walked quickly to the vivo mobile phone store, pulling aside the inflatable doll at their door.

"Brother, what are you doing?" the man in the doll said.

"Are you selling clothes? This inflatable set?" I said. "This is the company's, not mine, what do you want to do?" the man in the doll said again.

"I plan to propose based on this. Can I borrow it for a day? Just for today." I said.

"It's so urgent. Can you ask me to ask the boss?" the man in the doll said.

. . . . . .

10 minutes later, I spent 2500 to rent the doll.

Of which, [-] is the deposit. Of course, half of the [-]-day rental fee is used to pay for the advertising fee for the doll to be on the street that day.

I was a little confused when the thing came into my hands, because it came with a huge air pump.

He put his car in the passenger seat and drove to the newspaper office, stopping at a small shop selling snacks at the door.

I gave the aunt 50 yuan to borrow electricity and stopped the car. The aunt didn't hesitate when she saw the money.

I nodded in agreement while watching the TV, and I plugged in the air pump.

After putting on my clothes, I naturally opened the trunk on the street.

The tripod, snakeskin bag and briefcase were stuffed inside the inflatable doll.

Of course, some people looked at me curiously on the street, but they didn't pay attention to my actions.

The air filled up little by little, and I had no choice but to call my aunt and pull out the air pump head.

After closing the trunk and carrying the snakeskin bag sideways, I moved step by step towards the newspaper office.

Sure enough, he was stopped by the guard.

"What do you do?" shouted the guard.

"It's not that the advertising photos I took before were not up to standard and I was asked to retake them. I just came over wearing them and just left after taking them," I said.

"Show your face, phone number, name, and ID card." the guard said.

"Brother, I didn't bring an air pump. If you take off your clothes, you won't have a chance to inflate. You know time is precious. My name is Wang Dazhuang, and my ID number is 3303************0629. My phone number is 158*** **5678, newspapers wait for no one." I said, thinking about giving an identity.The order of this ID card and mine is somewhat reversed, as is the phone number.

"Who received you?" the doorman said.

"Wang Xiaomei, do I want to tell you the phone number?" I took out her mobile phone with difficulty.

"I know this person. Please tell me your name, phone number, and ID card again. I'll record it for you. You didn't come all the way here wearing clothes, did you? That's amazing," the guard said.

I reported it again and successfully got in.

I took a few steps and it was pretty much what I thought.

There were a lot of people in the whole building, but there were almost zero people hanging out outside the building.

I struggled to observe the blind spots outside the building, and finally made sure at a flower bed that there were no surveillance cameras around.

After I confirmed again that this was a blind spot, I opened the seal of the inflatable doll.

He opened a slit in the snakeskin bag and quickly threw the girl's body into the flower bed.

After getting up to make sure no one was around, I got out of the inflatable doll.

He folded the inflatable doll and stuffed it into his briefcase and entered the company with a tripod.

Inside the company, I carry my briefcase and tripod.No one came forward to ask me about my identity. They all went to the second floor to talk about what to eat for lunch.

I thought that the cafeteria was on the second floor, so I waited until I was alone and took the elevator to the top floor.

I reached the top floor and went into the toilet.

There must be no surveillance in the toilet, so I started changing in the toilet.

I put on a white sheet, put on a long wig, and took the tripod out of the toilet.

After coming out of the toilet, I lowered my head and went up to the attic, only to find that the door was locked from behind.

Helplessly, I patted the door on the top floor and kicked it three times.

It was loud, but went unnoticed.

This time is [-] noon. Fortunately, everyone has gone to the cafeteria to eat.

The door was kicked open by me, and I went to the roof and set up a tripod.

I observed the flower bed where the body was, and set the tripod in the general direction but deliberately not aiming it at the location where I jumped.

She placed her mobile phone on it. The phone was not locked because it was set to always on.

I opened the company's group chat and sent a message: I'm too tired from work, everyone is sorry.I'm going to jump off the building at the company, don't stop me.

The chat group exploded in an instant.

Turn the phone upward as much as possible so that you can only see a limited angle.

I pressed the video shooting button, and I slowly walked past the lens of my phone with my black hair and sheets on my face.

Then I bypassed the cell phone camera and hid behind the door of the rooftop. At this moment, I put the black hair and white sheets into my briefcase.

I understood that I couldn't go down right away. The company had cameras pointing at the door to the rooftop.

At this time, you should have seen me disguised as a girl and jumping off the building, but now I, a grown man, came downstairs and everything went wrong.

I waited for a while, and a group of people gathered on the rooftop.

"Wang Xiaomei won't jump off the building, right?"

"Is there no one on the rooftop?"

"Look at the tripod, I remember Wang Xiaomei also has one."

"I recognize this is Wang Xiaomei's mobile phone."

"Recording video, save it."

"Look at what you're doing."

"Look down and call security."

"Wait a minute, is there a body in the grass over there?"

I saw a bunch of people paying attention to their phones, so I slowly moved out from behind the back door and joined the crowd.

Then one after another people called the police.The police and ambulance are here and are still downstairs.

I saw that the time was almost up, and the first reaction of the police was to ask for witnesses.

And let all the extra people get down, and I followed the crowded people down to the rooftop.

Because this group of people who were eager to save people poured into the rooftop at the same time, and their number was enough to cover up me, a man who came down from the rooftop.

I went downstairs without stopping, took my briefcase, and left the newspaper office.

I got in the car, returned the inflatable doll and air pump, and drove to the garage.

Then I took a taxi to pick up my wife from get off work.

The next day, the news about the girl due to work pressure appeared in the newspaper. I looked at the newspaper and smiled proudly.

. . . . . .

Half a month has passed and everything has calmed down.

More of the blame has been directed towards employees' overtime work and pressure. No one knows the truth of this matter.

This is my story, my secret.

"Honey, why is there a bag of stuff in the spare cabinet in the bathroom?" said the wife.

To be continued~

(End of this chapter)