Chapter 843 Who Is the Murderer 4

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There was a terrified scream outside the house, and several people in the house hurried out. This time, the place where the dead person died was in a simple toilet in the backyard.

In places like the countryside and the countryside, there is always a toilet in the backyard.

A girl's face was pale and frightened, and she vomited profusely.

Ning Shu walked over, took a look into the cesspit, and saw a corpse floating in the cesspit, face up, face and head covered with filth.

Her expression was distorted, her mouth was slightly open, and there was still sewage in her mouth.

Ning Shu just felt like vomiting in his stomach.

Died in a latrine.

The uncle said that Ning Shu said, "Tell me the situation later." She turned around and left, and Lu Shanshan also left with her mouth covered.

The other members who rushed over saw that they all vomited together, and one person led a group of people to vomit.

People died in the morning, and they didn't even take a bite of breakfast, and then they died again, and they died in this way, vomiting until there was nothing in their stomachs.

"How could this be?" President Fan Junyang couldn't help scratching his head with both hands, his eyes were red.

Fan Junyang is under a lot of pressure now, these people are all brought by him, and now two people have died, and there will be more deaths in the future, is it the beginning or the end?

The death of two people in a row made everyone very uneasy and fearful.

An impetuous and tense emotion surged in everyone's heart, and if there was any movement, it would get out of control.

Ning Shu blocked his nostrils with paper, poked the corpse with a branch, and measured the depth of the toilet with the branch, it was not that high.

If you fall, you can stand up completely without suffocating.

Did someone press her body and drown her in the latrine, or killed her first and then threw her into the latrine?

There is no way for an autopsy in this state, and ordinary people can't bear it, let alone the uncle with a serious cleanliness.

Mei Ziqing frowned, "There is no soul."

There is no soul, or the person is not dead. This is all dead, so the soul has dissipated, dissipated so quickly?

Zhang Jiasen squatted beside Ning Shu, staring at the corpse in the latrine, and said, "I always feel that this is not a purely human action."

Unnatural forces.

Ning Shu poked at the corpse to find out what clues there were on this person.

"Let's drag him up." Ning Shu said.

Mei Ziqing looked disgusted, "No."

Ning Shu pushed the corpse in front of her, and grabbed the corpse's clothes mercilessly. She felt her hands were sticky, and Ning Shu was so disgusted.

He pulled the body up with all his strength.

Immediately, streams of foul-smelling fecal water seeped into the snow.

Zhang Jiasen and Mei Ziqing immediately moved away from Ning Shu, Ning Shu rubbed her hands on the snow, and picked up the branches to shake the corpse's clothes.

The chest and arms of the deceased were bitten by something, with deep scratches, beyond recognition.

There was a big hole in the chest where the heart was, and the heart inside was gone.

Ning Shu:! ! ! ! !

Mei Ziqing hurriedly approached, "Missing your heart?"

"What kind of animal bit and scratched this?" Ning Shu looked at these bite marks and scratches?

"Dog, big dog." Zhang Jiasen guessed.

Ning Shu frowned, being bitten like this, digging a big hole in his heart, and then digging out the heart, it was a lot of pain, but they didn't hear any movement.

Moreover, the grandparents and grandchildren did not have a dog. Where did the murderer get the time to commit the crime?

Ning Shu couldn't help but glisten, she was so dizzy.

Ning Shu buried the body with snow, it was so disgusting that she didn't want to open her eyes again.

The main room was full of people, and when Ning Shu walked in, there was a smell of excrement. The uncle pointed at Ning Shu: "Stand at the door."

Ning Shu: ...

"I have something to say." Ning Shu said, to be honest, his cleanliness is really annoying.

"There are scratches and bites on her body, it may be killed by animals." Ning Shu said.

"Where is the fatal wound?"

"The heart is gone."

"Carnivorous and brutal animals always attack the weak and vital parts." The uncle pointed to his neck with his slender fingers, "This is the most critical place."

"The heart is also protected by the chest cavity. This place cannot kill people with one blow."

Ning Shu rolled her eyes, which meant that the deceased might not have been bitten to death by animals, the wounds were man-made.

What if you scratched the dead body with claws?

"Teacher, what should we do." President Fan Junyang asked the uncle. "Let's get out of here."

The uncle said indifferently: "How do you go, your family has a plane?"

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't stop, making it impossible to drive at all.

Fan Junyang's complexion was ashen, and the tall and handsome man suddenly became hunched over and very decadent.

Many girls burst into tears, and some even pointed at Fan Junyang, "Why did you bring us to such a ghostly place? You just want to kill us."

As soon as such words came out, the girls cried even more sadly. Although the boys didn't cry, they were distraught, with terrified expressions and pale faces.

He was so timid that his whole body trembled with fright.

Fan Jun Yang God

His face became even uglier, and he couldn't help but said, "Pan Chen recommended me to come to this place."

"I..." Everyone looked at Pan Chen, "I read the news from the Internet, saying that the scenery here is good, especially the snow scenery in winter."

"You must be the murderer. Your name is on the brush, and you found the place." A girl pointed at Pan Chen.

Pan Chen is a delicate and delicate boy. Being so accused and watched by so many people, his fair skin turned red, he waved his hands hurriedly, and said in a panicked voice, "I didn't kill people, I really didn't kill people."

There was a suffocating and panic atmosphere in the main room. No one knew if someone would die. Did the people around him die, or himself?

"Gulu..." Ning Shu's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since she woke up in the morning, and she had been doing physical work all the time.

Many people's stomachs also growled.

Fan Junyang left the main room and went to the kitchen to find his ancestors and grandchildren to make breakfast.

After a while, the old woman made black-faced steamed buns, some kimchi and cornflour porridge, one steamed bun for each porridge, and nothing else.

The food in the country is not good, and it is winter, so there are not many vegetables.

And there are not enough bowls and chopsticks. You have to wait until others have finished eating, and then wash the bowls and serve porridge to drink.

Because Ning Shu scooped up corpses in the cesspit, there was a stench no matter how he washed them, so Ning Shu planned to go to the kitchen to get plant ashes and rub his hands.

This kind of situation should take a bath, but it's freezing cold, and the bathroom is ventilated, it's almost freezing to death.

Ning Shu walked into the kitchen and saw a blind girl sitting in front of the stove. Her eyes were straightened, and her tiny pupils looked extraordinarily weird.

She touched the firewood beside her with her hand, and then stuffed it into the stove hole.

Ning Shu pursed her lips, walked over and said, "I'll wash my hands with some ashes."

"Oh, good." Xiao Lan said in a daze, "There is ashes in the stove next to it."

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