The Underworld Detective

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While talking, suddenly a grieving voice came from the bed: "Don't come, don't come, don't eat my body, get away, you disgusting puppets!"

Although there were six people in the room, it was weird at first to hear such a voice. I have heard countless lies, but the despair and sorrow revealed in this passage are natural and not like acting at all.

Zhang Chengmeng patted the bedboard and said, "Why are you crazy, Ding Xu? Get up and see who we have invited?"

The boy on the bed sat up. He was a five-thick and three-thick boy with a slightly fat body, but his eyes were awkward and she looked very awkward. His eyes met me, and he suddenly covered his face with his hands, screaming loudly: "Get out, get out, your body is so hot!"

Luo Youyou whispered: "Don't hesitate to learn, he is not polite to anyone, and he yelled the hostess out in the afternoon ..."

I nodded: "Can everyone avoid it? I want to ask him a few questions individually."

The people exchanged sight, and Wang Dali asked, "Include me?"

I answered, "Yes!"

The four of them left and took the door of the dormitory in an instant. Ding Xu tremblingly embraced the quilt, curled up at the corner of the bed, and looked at me with fearful eyes.

Intellectually speaking, I don't believe in possession. In fact, being possessed by ghosts and gods often receives a strong psychological hint and plays a role unconsciously. My grandfather ran around a long time ago, and met a village aunt who was possessed by the fox fairy in the northeast. It was okay to invite many witches and gods at home because my grandfather cooperated with the public security organs at that time, and the villagers felt that he had his own Huang Qi, so he rushed to the doctor and invited him.

My grandfather made a brief investigation in the house and suddenly pushed the kerosene lamp on the stove into the woodpile. The village aunt immediately jumped out of bed to extinguish the fire, because her private money was hidden under the woodpile. My grandfather gave a few words while the iron was hot, and her madness was all right.

What is the principle?

Because if her consciousness is Fox Fairy, it is impossible to know where the village aunt ’s private house money is hidden. This proves that she was not possessed, just because her relationship with her parents-in-law was not good, and her anger was accumulated in her heart for a long time. Come and vent your dissatisfaction.

I decided to imitate Grandpa's approach, using the spear of the child and the shield of the attacker! Since he said that he was a tragic woman, I followed the words and asked him to force him to reveal his flaws, and then his self-knowledge collapsed.

I stared at Ding Xu's eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

He screamed, "You get out! I don't want to talk to you."

I said unabashedly: "If you don't cooperate, I'll stay here tonight."

Ding Xu bit his lip, and stretched out his hands to pinch the hair of his horns, but he was clearly short. After a while, he resentfully said, "My name is Qiu Wanxia. I am twenty-four years old this year and I am ... a hotel waiter."

I continued to ask, "How did you die?"

He bowed his head and replied, "He was killed."

I asked, "Which year? Who?"

Ding Xu covered her ears and screamed, "Don't force me to think about it! Please!"

I said tit-for-tat: "Do you want to get justice? Speak out, I can help you."

"I ..." Ding Xu's lips pursed, and hesitated for a long time before his eyes became firm: "I don't want to get justice, I just want to have a rebirth soon! Although he killed me, I still love him."

I said, "I can send you for a rebirth, but you have to cooperate with me and who killed you?"

Ding Xu answered, "Domineering brother!"

When he said the name, his cheeks were a bit red, like a shy girl. I got goosebumps, and still looked as if nothing had happened: "What's your real name?"

"I don't know. President Xu told me to be his lover. The overbearing brother was handsome and overbearing and rich. I fell in love with him unconsciously. He said he would marry me and be good to me forever. Later he knew that I was a Spy, kill me, I died so badly that night! "

Talking, Ding Xu covered her face again and started to cry.

My cheeks twitched, and the story was quite the same. It was enough to write a Marisu novel. I coughed and continued to ask, "Which year did you die?"

He replied without hesitation: "The year the renminbi joined the SDR, the overbearing brother was very happy that day, and he opened a bottle of Lafite to celebrate. We were drunk and dried up in the office." As a result, his cheeks appeared a touch of red , Slowly stretched his hands below, as if aftertaste the spring love of that night.

I remember that it was news in 2015. Joining the SDR means that the RMB has world circulation rights, which is of great significance to businessmen, and may not be as important to ordinary people as the news of the successful bid for the Winter Olympics that year.

I interrupted him: "That was 2015, what clothes did you wear the day you died?"

He replied: "The Chanel pink sweater, Levi's white jeans, a pair of white Gucci sneakers, carrying a Givenchy bag he gave me, with a bow on his head."

He said it in one breath, and his expression was natural and not like he was lying at all, but I still caught a contradiction: "This is a spring dress, right?"

He said, "Yes!"

I sneered: "It is December for the RMB to join the SDR. The two of you rolled the sheets that day, but you died in the spring. Couldn't he be a traitor?"

I thought this bug was enough to knock the mountain up, but his expression was very natural: "It's a spring dress, because I don't need to wear a down jacket indoors, and his office has floor heating."

I admit that he answered naturally, and continued to ask, "Which company?"

Ding Xujiao smiled, and said sternly, "Hum, I won't tell you!"

I cursed in my heart, kind of alert, so I continued to ask, "Can you describe your death process?"

Ding Xu suddenly panicked, covering his chest with a quilt, and said tremblingly: "He knew my true identity that day, shouted that I was a liar, kicked me to the ground, kicked me for a long time, and filled me with red wine. His nose and nose were all smelling of blood and wine, and his eyes were red. He cut my belly with a pair of scissors and stuffed a nest of hamsters into my womb. He was afraid that I would die. Give me injecting drugs, I don't feel any pain, but I can feel that nest of rats drilled and drilled in the womb. I was stumbled into a desolate place, lying in the car like a cricket. Go up and watch him dig the soil, and then, holding my hair, he scolded me as a watch and dragged me out of the car, threw it into the pit, and buried me alive ... "

When I heard such a clear death process, I felt a chill on my back, and I asked, "Why does the killer put a mouse in your stomach? Is there any special meaning?"

He replied: "Because he knew he was infertile and knew that the child I was carrying was not his, he tortured me by this means."

"Who's that child?" I asked.

Ding Xu covered his stomach and said, "General Xu, but I don't love him, he just uses me as a tool and a plaything!"

"Who is President Xu?" I asked.

"I only know his surname Xu. He arranged me to be a spy to my overbearing brother."

My eyebrows froze, and the other person said everything was completely leak-proof and impeccable. Even I was a little helpless. Right now there is only one way to defeat his illusion. I said coldly, "Take me to your body!"