Chapter 842: Who is the murderer 3
Ning Shu silently looked at the uncle with gloves, his hand touched the internal organs, and cut the stomach and examined it carefully.
Really too uncomfortable, Ning Shu swallowed silently.
"Who do you think the murderer will be?" Zhang Jiasen next to him asked Ning Shu.
"Everyone is suspect." Ning Shu said faintly.
The person who had a room with the deceased, including her and Mei Ziqing, was suspected. Maybe she had killed the deceased when she had not yet entered the body.
It may also be that several people in the room collaborated to kill people, or they may be the owner of the brush Pan Chen.
In short, there are countless possibilities, so I can't be sure.
Why did Fan Junyang, the head of the community, choose such a place? When Ning Shu looked outside through the window, there were several families around, very quiet, and occasionally two shit.
There is no one person.
Ning Shu just wants to break his head and can't figure out why, the first person who died will be the person around her.
Every death is different, the order is different, and there is no law at all.
Everyone in the Chinese Painting Society is suspect, but everyone is in danger.
Zhang Jiasen blinked. "Is there any possibility of being a ghost?"
"It should not be the power of ghosts." Mei Ziqing shook her head. "I have a psychic physique and there is no strange magnetic field around."
Ning Shu looked at Mei Ziqing a little strangely, but did not expect Mei Ziqing to have the ability.
Ning Shu thought about it, picked up Zhang Jiasen’s hand and smashed it, his fingers were stained with blood, and his mouth was chanting a spell, and he applied blood on his eyelids.
"Cut, your body is not a place. Male." Ning Shu's expression is very disgusting, and nothing can be seen.
Ning Shu wiped the blood on the eyelids.
"This is very normal around, these deaths are caused by humans." Uncle said faintly, "throw the body."
Uncle took off his gloves and threw it on the body, then took a germicidal spray and squirted his hand.
"Is this what?" From the room next to the house, a wife was born. The wife was squatted with a lot of old spots and white hair.
There is a 17-year-old girl next to him, the girl is pulling the wife's clothes, the girl is wearing a thick cotton coat, her eyes are very weird, the pupil is a small black spot, and the other parts are gray eyes white. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin haze.
"This, this..." The old woman saw the visceral body on the table and was scared and stunned. "What are you doing?"
"You go, I don't welcome you here." The wife looked like a prince.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" The girl clung tightly at the wife's clothes.
"How can you kill people in my house, you go, you will be retribution like this." The crutches in the hands of the wife were straight.
"Mother, this person is not killed by us." Super clerk Lu Shanshan said gently.
"I don't care, in short, you can't live in my house anymore." The wife waved her hand and looked firm.
Lu Shanshan frowned, and said to the girl, "Sister, now the snow is so big, we have no way to go, please let us stay here, this person is really not killed."
The girl licked the old lady's clothes. "Grandma, let them live here, there have never been so many people at home."
"Shantou, you didn't see what they did." The old woman looked anxious.
"We give five times the cost of accommodation." Lu Shanshan said.
"Grandma, with this money, I can go to the hospital to cure my eyes." The girl said excitedly.
The old woman sighed and didn't speak.
Lu Shanshan’s doctor-in-law had a v, and the uncle’s expression was very indifferent. He stared at his own hand and couldn’t even have a little dirty stuff in his nails.
Ning Shu carefully observed the grandparents and grandchildren. This grandson and grandson is the master of this house. This nephew girl heard that she had an eye disease since she was a child. She couldn’t see it when she was born. Her parents went out to work and have not returned for many years.
There is no news, I don’t know if it’s dead or what.
The husband of this old woman has long since died.
Grandparents and grandchildren are living together.
The president, Fan Junyang, chose this house because it is the only two-story house in the neighborhood. There are 32 people in the community.
Although there are two floors, it is very worn.
"Throw the body out." Uncle said faintly.
Ning Shu really couldn't bear to look directly at the corpse exposed by the internal organs. He stretched out his hand and dragged the body. Mei Ziqing took the hand. "I will help you."
The two of them stepped on the snow in a shallow foot and carried the body to the foot of the wall.
Ning Shu stuffed the snow into the abdominal cavity of the body, and then covered the body with snow, which slowed down the decay of the body.
Mei Ziqing piled snow on the body and said to Ningshu: "Who do you think the next person will be?"
"Do not make it." I don't know what kind of killing method the murderer is, and I don't know why I killed these people.
The motive for killing does not know, the killing method does not know, everyone is a suspect.
Ning Shu wiped the blood on his hand with snow, and suddenly asked Mei Ziqing: "You said that you are psychic, do you see the soul of the deceased?"
Mei Ziqing shook his head. "No, nothing is felt."
People have souls, and the souls of the deceased dissipate so quickly?
Ning Shu’s brain is a paste, is his IQ really too low?
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and for a while, Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing are covered with snowflakes.
Mei Ziqing took Ning Shu into the room, and several people in the hall sat around the table.
These people are all executors and are discussing things now.
Everyone has an idea and slowly sorts out things.
"Hey, I got angry and got a mouthful of ulcers." A boy licked his mouth and looked helpless.
The boy turned his eyes to Ning Shu’s face and said: “I heard that the saliva of sister paper can treat oral ulcers.”
Ning Shu shook his head and said: "This has no scientific basis."
Why are you talking about this kind of thing when you are so serious?
Lu Shanshan is more beautiful. She does not ask Lu Shanshan to ask her if she wants to spit. Does this body look beautiful too?
When you look at the way you look like this, you know that it was the 795 who had pre-sounded the super-task, and the super-task was super.
"Give me a little bit of your spit, well, the pain is so bad, the white sore tongue hurts." 795 Chao Ningshu said.
Ning Shu was really annoyed, and snorted, took a sip from his throat and spit on the table. "You oh."
795:......
other people:……
Uncle's eyes looked at Ning Shu with a fierce murderous spirit. "It's wiped clean."
Ning Shu: ...
Ning Shu took the straw and wiped the mouth, and the 795 no longer had saliva with Ning Shu.
Zhang Jiasen silently looked at Ning Shu, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"what……"
"Dead people..."
