Chapter 852 Who Is the Murderer 13

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Ning Shu saw the red rope on Fan Junyang's neck, she had also seen it on Xiaolan's neck before.

After thinking about it, I think it was a coincidence. I didn't see the pendant, so it doesn't mean that the two are related.

Fan Junyang wiped his face, and couldn't bear to look at the corpse lying on the ground, whose face was deeply slashed by the axe.

"I want to leave here, I don't want to stay here." Fan Junyang's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

The others all looked panic-stricken. Seeing the members of the commune die one by one, and the way of death was cruel, they couldn't help cursing.

"Why did I come to this ghost place?"

"I'm scared, I'm going home..."

"damn it……"

"Who is it? It's a man or a ghost."

The atmosphere of fear and anxiety makes people breathless, and they doubt the people around them like frightened birds.

"Fan Junyang, you brought us here. I want to go home now, go home." A boy took some of Fan Junyang's collar and punched Fan Junyang heavily in the face with his fist.

Fan Junyang fell to the ground, blood froth overflowing from the corner of his mouth, he didn't backhand, he sat on the ground and pulled his hair with some breakdown.

That boy still wanted to beat Fan Junyang, but was stopped by others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it's useless to beat him to death now."

The boy named Wang Jie sneered, "He might be the murderer, and everyone will be safe if he is killed."

The uncle was squatting to inspect the corpse of the one killed by the enemy. He pulled out the ax on the door of the corpse and stood up, holding the bloody ax in his hand. "What's the trouble?"

"Go to the main room and stay there. Whoever dares to take a step, I will be rude to him."

The uncle squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Wang Jie. Wang Jie immediately lowered his head when he met the uncle's eyes.

"Drag the corpse to the yard." The uncle said lightly, then turned and went downstairs.

Everyone else followed behind the uncle.

795 looked at the corpse on the ground, heaved a long sigh, and carried the corpse downstairs.

"I'll help you," Wang Jie said.

"Okay." 795 and Wang Jie carried the corpse down.

Ning Shu followed behind the two, the sticky blood from the corpse dripped on the floor. There have been several murders on this floor, and the blood on the floor has dried up, forming black and red marks.

There are already several corpses under the snowdrifts in the yard, 696 Mei Ziqing, Zhang Jiasen, two girls, and Pan Chen, a girl whose eyes were pierced, a boy whose body was sawed in half, who was killed by an ax The girl who was hacked to death, and the girl who had her heart ripped out and thrown in the toilet, ran away to Lin Xia who has not been heard from.

Ten people died in such a short time.

"Do you think someone's death was faked, and the body is still there when we dig it up?" Ning Shu said to 795.

These corpses were buried under the snow, and it is not known whether the corpses are there?

795 thought for a while, took a shovel and a hoe, and handed them to Ning Shu, "Then let's dig."

"Let me come, her hand is hurt." Wang Jie took the shovel and said.

795 glanced at Ning Shu's gauze-wrapped hands, said nothing, and started digging up the body with Wang Jie.

Ning Shu stared at Wang Jie. This person basically had no sense of existence. Being so active always gave Ning Shu a rather weird feeling.

795 and Wang Jie dug up corpses one after another. These corpses were frozen stiff, but their internal organs were still beginning to rot, and there was a strange smell.

Ning Shu checked whether there were red strings around the necks of these corpses.

Girls wear necklaces and other jewelry around their necks, but not with red strings.

One is a girl from the country, and the president of a university club. Both of them are wearing red strings, so they probably have some connection.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, look into it.

However, Ning Shu still found that a corpse was missing, and the handsome and gentle Pan Chen was gone.

Pan Chen hit the back of his head on the threshold, resulting in brain death, but now the body is gone.

"One person is missing." 795 touched his chin, "Even if he is not the murderer, he is related to the murderer."

Wang Jie said: "Who took away his body, or he was not dead at all, where is he hiding now?"

Ning Shu looked at Wang Jie, so positive?

Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu, and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"

none of your business?

Ning Shu grinned, didn't speak, turned around and went back to the main room, brushed the snow off her body in front of the door, went in and said to the uncle, "Pan Chen's body is gone."

The uncle just squinted his eyes, and the others whispered when they heard the news, "Could it be that Pan Chen is the murderer?"

"Is Pan Chen not dead?"

"..."

"Stay in the main room, don't go out." The uncle said indifferently.

Now the weather has started to get dark, everyone's stomach is so hungry, there is no place to do, just sit on the ground, the sound of hunger one after another.

It was quiet in the main room, and everyone looked sluggish, frightened and terrified, hungry and tired, sitting back to back.

Ning Shu had eaten the Bigu Pill, but she didn't feel very hungry, plus she gained a little energy from the practice, and her body was in good condition, but the wound on her hand was very itchy.

Wang Jie and 795 covered the corpse with snow

It was newly buried, and entering the house brought a chill.

The old woman and Xiaolan made dinner for everyone, and now there are fewer dinners, and the black-faced steamed buns are smaller than before, just mix them with a bowl of boiling water and eat them.

Everyone chewed slowly, for fear that they would finish eating in one sitting. One meal a day was still such a small steamed bun.

795 casually gnawed on the steamed buns, and after taking Bigu Dan for half a month, he didn't feel hungry. He really couldn't eat the dead noodles.

"I'll eat it for you." Wang Jie tore half of the black-faced buns and gave them to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu's face was puzzled, and she offered her affection for nothing, either adultery or robbery.

"Thank you, no need." Ning Shu directly refused, I don't know you well at all.

"Tch..." The uncle squinted, with a hint of sarcasm on his expression, he didn't know whether it was towards Ning Shu or Wang Jie.

Seeing the uncle looking at him, Wang Jie didn't insist on giving Ning Shu steamed buns, and ate with his head down.

The old woman brought the brazier to the main room again, it was still made of incense sticks, and the room became warmer, exuding a faint fragrance.

The old woman hunched her body and said with a cane: "When are you going to leave? There is no food at home."

As the leader of the team, Fan Junyang naturally wanted to come out to solve the problem, and he said helplessly: "Old man, can we go to another house to buy some food, and we will give you whatever it takes."

"How much food can we have in this poor place? It would be good if we can survive this winter. There is no surplus food at all." The old woman shook her head and said.

The old lady's expression was very bad, and she looked at people very badly, as if everyone in this room was freeloading.

"Hey, take us in for another two days, and we'll leave as soon as the snow stops." Fan Junyang gritted his teeth and said, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, not to mention there are so many of us."

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