The man squatted there in a terrifying manner towards the corner of the wall because the place happened to be a dead corner beside the TV cabinet. I couldn't see clearly. I was not brave enough. At this moment, when I saw that there was an extra person in the dark room, my body was cold, and my first thought was dazzled. But when I looked carefully, it was true that someone was haunted.

That place is where I put the small bronze pieces I collected yesterday and got goosebumps when I thought about it. Could it be that this underworld weapon is so evil?

For a moment, I didn't dare to move the ghost and didn't move. I just froze there and felt cold sweat keep coming out.

After a while, I slowly calmed down and tried to move the ghost, but it still didn't reflect it. I felt a little puzzled if it was a fool?

The sky was getting brighter and brighter. The situation over there became clearer little by little. I plucked up the courage to approach and saw that the ghost's clothes looked very familiar.

When my mind changed, I immediately remembered that I didn’t this dress be worn by Wang Quansheng last night? Then I looked carefully at the person squatting there and the old man was the one who was fucking the old man.

Didn’t Wang Quansheng send me away yesterday? Why was he in my room in the middle of the night? I was extremely puzzled and turned around and saw that the window in my room was open. Could it be that he crawled in through the window? But I am on the sixth floor. Is this old man’s legendary light skills of stepping on Xue Wuhen?

I thought about it and said, "Don't look at this old man who is honest and honest. Shanxi is where bandits are unearthed. This old man crawled into my room, probably because he wanted to take all the things sold to me and steal them back."

I screamed twice. The old man squatted motionlessly without reacting. I thought he pretended to be dead. He took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them over and hit them on the old man's head and shouted: "Hey, what's wrong with Wang Quansheng? Forgot to take the thing?"

The old man still didn't move, as if he was dead. The coin fell to the ground and made a crisp sound and rolled back to my feet.

I was a little angry and saw that Wang Quansheng had no flesh. I was not afraid of him, so I walked towards him without weapons. I was afraid that the old man would cheat and pick up a stool and walk closer and kick the old man with his toes.

Wang Quansheng shook his body and suddenly he fell down like mud. He fell to the ground and still motionless. I smelled wine and his head was almost touching his face. My heart skipped a beat. It seemed to realize something.

I immediately put down the stool and carefully touched the old man's hand. When I touched it, my heart suddenly jumped - cold.

Experience tells me that something happened to me. The old man is in trouble like this.

I touched it for a few more times and couldn't feel the pulse. At this time, I remembered the way to look at my pupils on TV, so I opened the head on his face and looked at his eyes.

After tying it twice, I took a breath of cold air. I was so scared that I immediately let go and took several steps back.

The old man, who was pressed against the messy white head on his face, opened his turbid eyes and his pupils were already scattered. What made people feel creepy was that the corner of his mouth was incomprehensible angle. The expression turned out to be grinning.

I was wondering why this old man died in my room for no reason. Did he come to me in the middle of the night and steal something and die of a heart attack or a stroke? But what happened to this expression?

What could make him show such a terrible expression when seeing something--I am the only one in the room, could he be scared to death when he saw me?

Am I so ugly?

At that time, I wanted to go out and call the police, but suddenly I thought it was not right. The old man died in my room. Things were so strange. Wait for Lei Zi to come. What should I say?

I can't tell the truth that I bought his stuff yesterday, it was actually a purchase of stolen goods. I still went to prison for food, but if I didn't say it, it would be even more troublesome.

In those days, people were born with fear of the police, and my profession was also a non-stop business. Everyone in the industry knew that there were several antiques that were clean. Eighty percent of the antiques in the world. There were at least a few days ago, and hundreds of years ago. The source was basically the land and sea. In theory, I had no right to own the money I made was illegal.

At that time, my mind was also very quick, and I immediately understood that the truth that I could not call the police was the same as eating black and black. I sold drugs and killed the person who bought drugs. The person who bought drugs must not call the police. If I go and report, I must stay there first.

What should I do? I was so panicked that I was wandering around in place for several circles. Suddenly, a clip that often appears in a foreign movie in my mind: throwing the body.

It seems feasible to think about it carefully! This old man is not a local in rags, and he sneaks into my room. I have no relationship with him. As long as I throw it to other places far away, I will definitely not be able to find out my head... But how can I luck it?

I thought of it. Isn’t there a cart for buying vegetables? There is a bridge hole dozens of miles outside the Nangong here. Basically, no one will stay there in the morning. When I put the body there, others will definitely think that the old man is a frozen beggar.

I thought that I didn't even have a belt tied up and ran downstairs to knock on the master's door and asked him to borrow a cart.

The young master got up very early. He just came back from the morning market to buy vegetables. The price was much cheaper than that in ordinary vegetable markets. So when he was wearing neatly, he saw me like this and thought I was here to borrow the toilet. When he heard that I wanted to borrow his car, he felt very strange.

I didn't care about him. After taking the key, he pushed his cart to the back door of the guesthouse and went to his room to wrap the old man's body with a blanket and covered his head and ran to the back door.

When the waiter who got up early in the morning saw that I had just come back from the morning market, he joked: "Boss Xu has gained a good harvest today. Why did he collect a mercenary and a pottery man with such a big bag of things?"

I also greeted him vaguely and responded to his heart's greetings. While I ran downstairs to turn the body onto the cart.

As soon as I turned it down, I felt that my back was so wet that it felt sticky and had a strange smell. I didn't want to care about this matter. I got in the car and walked straight to the bridge hole.

I have been so familiar with this area that I can’t be familiar with it every year. Along the way, I met many people who got up to exercise and bought vegetables and didn’t pay attention to me. I was so nervous that I pretended to be calm and hummed songs while riding quickly, for fear of meeting the police. Fortunately, the police were usually night owls and were safe all the way. I came to the bridge hole in the suburbs. When I saw that there were no one everywhere, I wanted to move the body behind the car.

But when I looked back, my mind suddenly buzzed and I froze.

There was no corpse in the car's bucket - it was gone and the blanket where I wrapped the corpse was still dragged onto the tail of the car.

Damn! I thought to myself, it wasn't possible that I didn't ride much along the way.

But now in this situation, it cannot be said that the old man ran away with a zombie. The only reasonable explanation is that he fell halfway.
Chapter completed!