"What's the matter?"

"The props and hemp rope of the drama club."

These words hit our heads like thunder.

I hurriedly asked Chen Xiaoqiu: "Where is the scarf for the second case?"

Chen Xiaoqiu was taking out his cell phone, "I'll ask my uncle." The Chen family's uncle should be busy, so Chen Xiaoqiu had to leave him a text message.

"What do you think is that weapon?" asked the fat man, "There is no weapon in the police station's murder, right?"

"If the hand is considered a weapon..." The thin man told a cold joke.

Guo Yujie glared at the thin man, "You are still joking at this time!"

"The matter began to change since the third murder. I don't know if the evil ghost took the initiative to change or something went wrong." I analyzed the matter and brought the topic back on track.

"Is it impossible to be a coincidence?" Guo Yujie asked.

"Well, this possibility is not ruled out."

"It's really strange that the police took the initiative to return the rope to the drama club. Have you ever asked your uncle about this?" The thin man looked at Chen Xiaoqiu.

"I asked last time that because the case is very simple, the case handling process is very fast, and there is no problem with returning the rope from the procedural point of view." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

Even if we "brain storm" is not concluded, the five of us dispersed and each did our own work.

In the afternoon, Xiaogu called and told me about Taohai's house.

"The house belongs to Tao Hai's parents, and the property rights have not been changed yet, but his parents have been dead for many years, and there is only Tao Hai's heir." Xiao Gu said concisely, "The house is very clean and has not completed any procedures such as mortgages or guarantees."

In other words, there is no problem with Tao Hai inheriting and disposing of the house.

Then why didn’t Tao Hai move the house?

I can't miss my parents, right?

Director Mao once mentioned that Tao Hai had a fair relationship with his parents, and his wife and children were separated because of gambling, so his parents didn't like him.

I had a headache, thanked Xiao Gu, and hung up the phone.

When I got off work, the thin man patted my shoulder nonsense and nodded hard at me solemnly. The fat man lined up to pat my shoulder. I avoided Guo Yujie's iron palm and said laughing and crying: "Do you still want to give me a saying, 'Feng Xiaoxiao Xi Yishuihan'?"

The thin man said "sigh", "Don't say such unlucky words. Brother Qi, you have to be fine!"

"Brother Qi, your own safety is the most important thing. To put it bluntly, we are not people's policemen. We are willing to help others, and it's okay to be brave, but it's a bit too much to sacrifice ourselves for others." The fat man said earnestly.

Guo Yujie said in a heavy tone, "You must be fine."

Chen Xiaoqiu didn't say anything, but the cold and calm look in the past made me feel a little more relaxed.

"Okay, stop making trouble." I waved my hand.

When I fell asleep that night, I was still a little nervous. It took me a little longer than before before I fell asleep.

In my dream, I sat in the cell and looked at the female prisoner lying in the cell opposite, feeling indescribable sadness. My little move in the detention center still failed to stop the evil ghost from tortureing this young woman.

The woman turned over and seemed to be asleep, ignorant. She turned her back to me at this moment, and her body curved gracefully, even the ugly prisoner's yellow vest could not reduce her bright color. Her body did not move at all, and her head slowly turned towards the ceiling. Her neck did not stop twisting, and continued to turn her head toward me, as if someone was taking her head as a bottle cap and was turning it hard. The woman's face was a quiet expression in her sleep, and she was awakened without any sense of anything.

I was nailed to a fixed position like the previous times, and I couldn't even feel my body.

The woman's neck made a "Kara" sound, and the muscles between her neck were twisted into twists. In this case, the calm and peaceful sleeping face on her face became extremely strange and terrifying. Her head turned slower, but no matter how slow she was, she was moving, and she would eventually turn to her back.

I could only watch her head turn to her back, her closed eyes suddenly opened, her red lips opened, and she let out a terrifying scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"

As if a scream never stopped, the woman's head was spinning wildly around her neck as if it was clockwork. The extremely fearful expression turned into a afterimage, weird and ferocious.

I was so frightened that I forgot to fight in my dreams.

The scream slowly eased, and the speed of the head was rotating slowed down. When it finally stopped, the woman was buried in the pillow, with her long hair spreading and drooping on both sides of her head. Blood oozed out from her neck and under her hair, dyeing the sheets and quilts red, and dripping down.

"Perfect!"

The voice of the evil ghost sounded, full of praise and joy.

At this moment, I am blessed to my heart and remembered yesterday's dream.

The evil ghost was very dissatisfied with the deceased yesterday, scolded irritably and even stood up in anger, and paced in the police corridor. During that time, my perspective remained unchanged. I thought my dream was based on the evil ghost, but if I think about it carefully, there was no evil ghost in the subsequent content of the dream.

This dream and the "stage" of evil ghosts do not completely overlap, at least he and I are independent.

Thinking of this, the power that imprisoned me seemed to disappear.

The dream began to repeat.

The female prisoner lay on the bed, turned over and lie on his side, and began to turn his head.

I no longer focused all my attention on women, but felt the changes in the surrounding air. When the dream was repeated for the second time, I could feel something left. It must be the evil ghost that had left. He had already watched the performance he wanted to watch, so before the woman's performance was completely over, he threw away the woman and searched for the next target. Without the dream of the evil ghost, the air became sticky, and the woman's movements felt more blocked than the first time.

"Okay, it's over." I made a sound in my dream.

The woman stopped halfway through her head, opened her eyes, turned around to look at me blankly, "Don't you take a photo?"

My heart seemed to be hit, and my voice replied hoarsely: "No more filming. You have finished acting."

The woman sat up and asked nervously: "How is my acting?"

"It was very good, very...perfect." I answered with difficulty.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly, "That's great."

Her figure gradually disappeared, and I woke up from my dream. When I saw the time, I had only slept for half an hour, which was completely different from the previous dream of dawn.

This time I liberated the dead in advance, but what about that evil ghost? How should I deal with him?

The next day when I went to work, I told everyone about my discovery, which was good news. Chen Xiaoqiu also brought us good news.

"The scarf was returned to the relatives of the deceased that day. The situation at the police station was the same as in the first case. Lan Lan helped me find out something. There was a director in the entertainment industry who used props to make or buy them when filming. Instead of making them specially made or purchased, they were borrowed. All the props in his works were rented. If they could be borrowed from individuals, they would never be borrowed from film and television companies. Once they were used up, they would be returned in time." Chen Xiaoqiu rarely smiled and continued confidently, "This director died three years ago. Before his death, he was directed a criminal investigation TV series. The filming progress stopped at a scene where the victim was strangled with a rope. He was killed, and the cause of his death was still twisted.
Chapter completed!