Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

I was startled by the loud gunshots, and the two children stopped and ran to their mother in fear.

Officer Zhang reacted the fastest, he pulled a pistol from his waist, opened the safe, rushed to the bedroom, and slammed the door open with his shoulder.

I saw him hold his gun for a full ten seconds, then turned around and called for us to call the police.

The police car and ambulance arrived almost at the same time, and Shi Heng was already helpless, he was pierced by a bullet in the temple, and he died on the spot.

Shi Heng's wife fainted in fright and was taken away by an ambulance, and Officer Zhang's colleagues helped contact Shi Heng's relatives and take the two children who were also frightened.

Of the three of us, only Lu Xinyi was a police adviser, and Lin Xiaolu and I were politely asked to leave the scene.

Although it was late at night, the two of us did not go home to rest, but went to the teahouse to wait for news.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Lu Xinyi called and knew that I was at the teahouse, and after a while, he and Officer Zhang arrived.

The two of them looked tired, and the skin on their lips was dried and turned out.

As soon as Officer Zhang entered the teahouse, he shouted if there was water.

I made him a pot of green tea, and Officer Zhang just wanted to pour it into his mouth, so he put it down again.

I thought it was too hot, and was about to get him some cool white to redeem, but I found his eyes staring at the price list above the tea cabinet.

"Zhang Xian, you look like an honest man, but I didn't expect you to be a profiteer. Officer

Zhang said this in a joking tone, and after a few dealings, I found that he is a straightforward person who likes to tell jokes.

"Drink, I won't charge you money. Officer

Zhang was really thirsty, and he didn't care about the water, so he drank a pot of tea.

When he had a full hiccups, I asked him.

"Did you find the gun?" Officer

Zhang shook his head.

"No, it's really hell, Shi Heng is the only one in his bedroom, the doors and windows are closed, I asked after his wife woke up, before you arrived, there were no other strangers coming to the door, where did the gun go?"

Lu Xinyi continued.

"I investigated the surveillance at the gate of the community, when Shi Heng went home, he was not followed, today is Saturday, there are always people in his house, and the possibility of the murderer entering the house in advance can be ruled out.

Also, no suspicious footprints or fingerprints were found at the scene of the crime, and I think it was not man-made. "

It's not man-made, it's related to supernatural events.

Lin Xiaolu fiddled with his phone and opened his mouth.

"I asked my mother, and she said that the 13th Bureau had taken over the case, and the news she revealed to me was that this series of shootings was very likely to be committed by a Yin person!

My mother also said that before the people from the 13th Bureau came to take over, let you help investigate the case first, after all, the murder weapon is a yin object, and you, as a descendant of the Yin business, have the obligation to recover it. "

I didn't shirk, Lin Xiaolu's mother was right, it is the obligation of the yin merchant to recycle the evil things.

Lu Xinyi asked me and Lin Xiaolu.

"You two are the only ones who have seen the murder weapon, think about it, what is special about that revolver. "

I held my chin and fell into the memory, and the memory of tonight was like a replay movie, replaying in my mind.

Suddenly, a picture froze in my mind! When I slashed the gun in Shi Heng's hand with my hand knife, my eyes caught a glimpse of a detail.

On the handle of the revolver, there is a letter engraved with a knife - Z.

I told this detail, and Lu Xinyi and Officer Zhang took out their mobile phones at the same time and dialed a number.