Qingye Supernatural Office

"whats the matter?"

"The prop hemp rope from the drama club."

These words struck our heads like thunder.

I hurriedly asked Chen Xiaoqiu, "Where's the scarf from the second case?"

Chen Xiaoqiu was pulling out his mobile phone, "I'll ask my uncle." The Chen family's uncle should be busy, so Chen Xiaoqiu had no choice but to leave a text message for him.

"What do you think the murder weapon means?" Fatty asked, "There was no murder weapon in the police station's murder, right?"

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

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

"Things have changed since the third murder case. I don't know if it was the evil spirit that changed on its own initiative, or something went wrong." I analyzed the incident and brought the topic back on track.

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

"Well, that 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, because the case is very simple, so the case handling process is very fast, and there is no procedural problem in returning the rope." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

In this way, "brainstorming" could not come to a conclusion, and the five of us dispersed, doing our own work.

In the afternoon, Xiao Gu called and told me about Tao Hai's house.

"The house belongs to Tao Hai's parents, and the property rights haven't changed yet, but his parents have been dead for many years, and Tao Hai is the only heir." Xiao Gu said succinctly, "The house is very clean, and there is no mortgage or guarantee. procedures."

In other words, there is no problem for Tao Hai to inherit and dispose of the house.

Then why did Tao Hai keep moving the house?

You won't be missing your parents, will you?

Director Mao mentioned that Tao Hai has a mediocre relationship with his parents. His wife and children separated because of gambling, and his parents didn't like him.

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

When I got off work, the thin man patted my shoulder nonsensically, and nodded solemnly to me, and the fat man lined up to pat me on the shoulder.I dodged Guo Yujie's iron palm, and said dumbfoundedly: "Are you going to say 'the wind is rustling and the water is cold'?"

The thin man gave a "bah", "Don't say such unlucky things. Brother Qi, you have to be good!"

"Brother Qi, your own safety is the most important thing. To put it bluntly, we will not be the people's police. It's okay to say that we are willing to help others and act bravely. It's a bit too much to sacrifice ourselves for others." The fat man said earnestly.

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

Chen Xiaoqiu didn't say anything, and he still had the same cold and calm appearance as before, which made me feel a little more relaxed.

"Okay, stop messing around." I waved my hand.

When I fell asleep that night, I was still a little nervous, and it took a little longer than usual before I fell asleep.

In the dream, I was sitting in the cell, looking at the female prisoner lying in the opposite cell, feeling indescribably sad.My small actions in the detention center still failed to stop the evil spirit from torturing this young woman.

The woman turned over, as if in a deep sleep, unconscious.Her back was facing me at the moment, her body was curvaceous, even the ugly prisoner's yellow vest could not reduce her beauty.Her body remained motionless, her head slowly turned towards the ceiling.Her neck didn't stop twisting, and she continued to turn her head towards me, as if someone used her head as a bottle cap and was turning it vigorously.The woman's face had an expression of tranquility in deep sleep, and she didn't feel anything.

I was crucified in a fixed position like the previous few times, and I couldn't even feel my own body.

The woman's neck made a "click" sound, and the muscles in the neck were twisted into twists.Under such circumstances, the peaceful and peaceful sleeping face on her face became extremely strange and frightening.The speed at which she turned her head slowed down, but no matter how slow she was, she was still moving, and she would eventually turn her entire back.

I could only watch helplessly as her head turned to her back, her closed eyes snapped open, her red lips parted, and she let out a shrill cry of horror.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Amidst the endless screams, the woman's head spun crazily around her neck like a clockwork, and that expression of extreme fear turned into an afterimage, grotesque and ferocious.

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

The cry gradually subsided, and the speed of the head's rotation also slowed down. When it finally stopped, the woman was face down, buried in the pillow, and her long hair was loose, hanging down on both sides of her head.Blood oozed from the neck and under the hair, staining the sheets and quilts red, trickling down.

"Perfect!"

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

At this moment, I was blessed to my heart and remembered the dream of yesterday.

The evil ghost was very dissatisfied with the deceased yesterday, and cursed violently, and even stood up angrily, pacing in the corridor of the police station.During that time, my perspective has not changed.I thought my dream was based on evil spirits, but when I thought about it carefully, there were no evil spirits at all in the follow-up content of the dream.

This dream and the ghost's "stage" did not completely overlap, at least I was independent from him.

Thinking about it this way, the power that imprisoned me seems to have disappeared.

The dream began to repeat itself.

The female prisoner lay down on the bed, rolled over on her side, and began to turn her head.

I no longer put all my attention on the woman, but felt the changes in the surrounding air.The moment the dream repeated for the second time, I could feel something leave.The evil spirit must have left.He had already seen the performance he wanted to see, so before the woman's performance was completely over, he threw the woman away and looked for the next target.Lost the ghost dream, the air became sticky, and the woman's movements felt more blocked than the first time.

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

The woman stopped with her half-turned head, opened her eyes, and turned to look at me in a daze, "Aren't you going to take pictures?"

My heart seemed to have been hit, and I replied in a hoarse voice: "I won't shoot. You have finished acting."

The woman sat up and asked anxiously, "How is my acting?"

"It's very good, it's...perfect." I answered with difficulty.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, showing a bright smile, "That's great."

Her figure gradually disappeared, and I also woke up from the dream. Looking at the time, I only slept for half an hour, which was completely different from the previous dream.

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

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

"The silk scarf was returned to the relatives of the deceased on the same day. The situation at the police station was the same as the first case. Lanlan helped me find out one thing. There used to be a director in the entertainment industry, and when filming props, they didn't use props. The props in all his works are rented, and those that can be borrowed from individuals will never be borrowed from film and television companies, and will be returned in time once they are used up." Chen Xiaoqiu rarely reveals With a smile, he continued with confidence, "This director passed away three years ago. Before his death, he was directing a criminal investigation TV series. The filming progress stopped at a scene where the victim was strangled to death with a rope. He was killed. Broken neck."