Chapter 469: A Jar Within a Jar

"Ghost! Ghost is coming!"

The strong flashlight shone on Ma Huaiyu's pale face, and he realized that the person in front of him was Zhan Xun.

Although that broad figure was nothing in front of the ghost, it really represented stability in Ma Huaiyu's eyes.

Only by staying with more people can he have the courage to resist fear.

Zhan Xun's face changed drastically when he heard the word "ghost". He pulled the thin Ma Huaiyu up from the ground with a little force with one hand.

A slender black shadow flashed faintly at the entrance of the dark alley in front of him, which made his throat tremble slightly.

Zhan Xun leaned against the wall, always alert to the front, and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on?"

Ma Huaiyu kept adjusting his breathing, clenched his fists to overcome his inner panic, and said in a trembling voice:

"While walking, a child suddenly appeared and grabbed my trouser leg. He was only four or five years old.

I didn't dare to look at its appearance, but it must be exactly the same as what Miss Su saw.

The most important thing is that Miss Su was right next to me at the time, but she seemed not to hear it at all.

That must be the ghost child who killed people.

Manager Ji took Jiang Jiang away alone, which must be related to the ghost child.

Jiang Jiang is afraid that he is dead, and it started to find me!"

Zhan Xun felt bad when he heard that it was a child, so Ma Huaiyu's panic was no exaggeration.

At this critical moment, he was the only one who saw a four or five-year-old child, and everyone would think it was the ghost child.

Zhan Xun gritted his teeth and thought again and again, if the ghost child really came, then could he still go to Ge Hong's house?

Then he was startled and turned his head quickly to ask:

"What about Miss Su? Didn't you say she was with you?"

Ma Huaiyu was stunned when he heard this, wiped the sweat from the back of his neck, and said in an erratic tone:

"I...she...seems to be lost..."

"Damn it!"

Zhan Xun hit the wall with his elbow. It had only been a short while since Ma Huaiyu was targeted by a ghost and Su Qin'er was lost.

The four-person team that came together turned out to be in such a situation.

Zhan Xun was just a newcomer after all, with no mission experience at all, and he didn't even understand the most basic teamwork.

He was so focused on finding Ge Hong's location in the shortest time that he ignored the fact that ghosts could appear so densely.

It had only been less than half an hour since Jiang Jiang was taken away by Ji Li!

Zhan Xun forced himself to suppress his impatience. He shook his head hard and began to think about Ma Huaiyu's previous experience from the beginning.

After calming down and recalling carefully, he suddenly caught something wrong and asked hurriedly:

"You said that the child grabbed your trouser leg when he first appeared?"

"Yes." Ma Huaiyu kept nodding, with lingering fear on his face: "He suddenly appeared, and I panicked at the time. I kicked him directly and turned around and ran away."

Zhan Xun took a breath of cold air, and his body began to relax gradually:

"That's not right...

If the child is really a ghost, how could he let you go so easily? Even let you kick him?

The ghost children we met before would not grab people when they first appeared. At least they should be at a distance."

The cold wind blew on the faces of the two, and the coolness of the night forced them to calm down quickly.

Slowly, Ma Huaiyu regained his consciousness. After Zhan Xun's reminder, he also became confused:

"That's right...

He also said something to me. Ghosts don't seem to communicate with people..."

Zhan Xun was furious when he heard this. This Ma Huaiyu said half a sentence and kept half a sentence, and the clues squeezed out bit by bit.

Now it seems that the child is not a ghost child at all. Instead, it is because of Ma Huaiyu's panic that Su Qin'er, who was already in a bad state, was lost.

"What did he say?"

Ma Huaiyu saw that Zhan Xun's face was getting worse and worse, and hurriedly said:

"He asked me if I had seen his mother!"

Zhan Xun secretly cried out that it was not good, and quickly grabbed Ma Huaiyu's arm and ran to the back.

"There is a young child in Ge Hong's family!"

Now everything seems to be right.

Zhan Xun and Fan Ru had found No. 122 Pingxin Road a few minutes ago. After knocking on the door several times without any response, they broke into the house by force.

There was no figure in the small bungalow, but from the family portrait on the windowsill, Ge Hong's son was only four or five years old!

If the child who just caught Ma Huaiyu was Ge Hong's son, then he was wandering outside late at night, saying that he was looking for his mother.

Then what would be the ending of Ge Hong...

Zhan Xun didn't dare to think too much. Ge Hong was their top clue at the moment. If this clue had been extinguished long ago, the subsequent tasks would be more difficult.

Su Qin'er had no time to look for her anymore. Zhanxun and Ma Huaiyu squeezed into the small courtyard of Ge Hong's house one after another.

Fan Ru in the room was holding a family photo, and was looking back at Zhanxun, and then looked at the kitchen stove.

"Did Ge Hong have an accident?"

Zhanxun went out to look for Ma Huaiyu and others when he came in last time, so the search was basically handed over to Fan Ru.

But when he came now, he could see how ugly Fan Ru's face was.

Fan Ru took a long breath, slowly raised his hand and pointed to the half-person-high jar standing next to the stove.

This particularly simple jar looked like the one used by ordinary people to pickle pickles, but it was a little bigger.

From the surface, there was nothing special, but when Zhanxun slowly approached, he clearly felt a hint of chill.

This feeling reminded him of the blue-and-white porcelain jar he had just experienced.

Zhan Xun took a deep breath, reached out his hand and pressed it on the lid of the jar, then suddenly lifted it.

What was revealed inside immediately changed his face and frightened him so much that he kept stepping back.

Ma Huaiyu also saw it clearly on the side, and almost jumped up on the spot, tripped by something under his feet.

In the half-person-high pickle jar, a female corpse with swollen limbs and pale skin was curled up.

The black hair wet by the water stains was wrinkled into a ball, leaning against the mouth of the jar, showing a squatting posture.

But after all, it was a living person, and it was very difficult to be stuffed into the jar, especially this weird death.

The contradictions everywhere showed that she had died a long time ago, and it was very likely that she was killed by the ghost before the mission began.

"Ge Hong, she has been dead for a long time..."

Zhan Xun turned around and walked forward again with a painful look on his face, knowing that he was powerless and this clue was broken.

Looking at the handful of wet hair on the top of the jar and the exposed pale neck, he was already having difficulty breathing.

"I can't think of anyone other than a ghost who can do this weird death posture."

Fan Ru looked at the mouth of the jar blocked by Ge Hong's body, and was puzzled while sighing.

Why was Ge Hong killed before the mission...

Zhan Xun knew that it was useless to stay any longer, so he sighed and said:

"Close the lid of the jar, let's go quickly."

Fan Ru nodded, picked up the jar lid from the ground, and slowly walked to Ge Hong's body.

She looked at this woman who was about the same age as her, and was ready to put the family photo into the jar to keep her company.

But it was this action that she suddenly saw through the gap in Ge Hong's head that there was something under her body.

That thing must be big, and it was held in Ge Hong's arms.

"Wait, there are other things in this jar!"

Fan Ru's tone became excited. He couldn't ask anything about Ge Hong, but her death might reveal some other clues.

Zhan Xun quickly turned back and approached with a little surprise. He indeed found that Ge Hong was holding something of considerable size in her arms.

After thinking for a moment, he turned back and called Ma Huaiyu:

"Come and help us, let's move Ge Hong's body out."

Ma Huaiyu had already left the house at this time and pretended not to hear at the entrance of the yard.

Fan Ru glared at him, put the family portrait on the stove, and rolled up his sleeves:

"Let me do it, that coward is unreliable."

Zhan Xun didn't say much, but just stood on both sides of the pickle jar with Fan Ru.

Moving a body is not an easy task, especially since the area of ​​Ge Hong's body is there. It is not easy to put it in, and it is even more difficult to take it out.

The two spent more than ten minutes before they moved Ge Hong's body out while keeping it intact as much as possible.

Covering the nose could not stop the sour smell from spreading. Even when Ge Hong's body was placed on the ground, it still maintained the stiff posture of the arms.

In the smell of decay, Zhan Xun pointed the flashlight at the bottom of the jar, wanting to see if the things inside could bring more valuable clues.

However, when the light illuminated the bottom, Zhan Xun actually saw something that he was particularly familiar with.

There was actually another jar in the jar, and that jar was an open blue and white porcelain jar!

This time, the horror was far greater than the last time he saw Ge Hong's body. Zhan Xun was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

"Ge Hong, her child, the blue and white porcelain jar, was stuffed into the jar..."

Putting this series of words together in his mind, Zhan Xun suddenly stood up and looked at the body on the ground. He understood everything.

Ge Hong was not stuffed into the jar after death, but she took the initiative to get in, in order to suppress the blue and white porcelain jar!

She must have seen the terrible things in the blue and white porcelain jar, but did not choose to escape, but went against her instinct to survive.

She used her life to block the blue and white porcelain jar because she still had a son!