Ever since I saw the photo of Wang Quansheng after his death, I have been in a trance. I am afraid of ghosts. Naturally, I am also afraid of Wang Quansheng who has turned into a corpse. But I am even more afraid that the cause of his death will be known. You must know that he died in my body.

Inside the room, I borrowed the young master's tricycle and threw his dead body out. Now, as long as the police do a little research on the time and place where this man last appeared, the finger of blame will soon be pointed directly at me.

In a daze, I didn't know how I got back to the room prepared for me by the police station. Now that we live here, the police station is quite polite, and the living conditions in the room are slightly better than the young master's guest house.

Just a little bit, at least there won't be mouse droppings on the quilt.

When I got back to the room, I already felt very tired. I don’t know what happened recently. After returning from Guangchuan Royal Tomb, one of my originally tense nerves probably relaxed. I feel very sleepy and often fall asleep on the bed.

, it turned out to be a terrible nightmare, which made me very uncomfortable.

I fell on the bed and recalled the photo I had just seen in the conference room - Wang Quansheng had been dead for more than half a year, why didn't his body rot? Why did it appear at the gate of Nangong? What did he want to do?

The appearance of the professor's body in Wang Guangchuan's tomb has already made me feel incredible. Over the past few days, I have been unable to figure out the reason. Now, the appearance of Wang Quansheng's body again is simply...

This is simply a huge blow to me. Could it be said that people who come into contact with the dragon coffin will be cursed to death and will transform into corpses after death?

I stared until midnight and then fell asleep in a daze. Fortunately, I didn't dream that night. When I woke up in the morning, the clear light shone through the window and shone in the room. I rubbed my still confused eyes and instinctively

I got up from the bed, and then - out of the corner of my eye, I instinctively spotted something.

This room is 16 square meters. In addition to a large bed, there is also an Eight Immortals table and two chairs, which take up the boss's space. However, in the southeast corner of this small room, there is now

A blurry figure squats...

I was curious, what were you doing squatting in my room this early in the morning instead of sleeping in bed? I immediately walked over and patted the man on the shoulder: Brother, how do you pat me...

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Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt something was wrong. This appearance and scene were so familiar! Didn’t Wang Quansheng die in my room like this at that time?

And this person - why does he look more familiar to me the more I look at him?

Just when I was stunned, the man who was squatting in the corner suddenly turned his head. When I saw him, I was immediately stunned.

This person was none other than Wang Quansheng, who was already dead. There was a hideous and terrifying smile on his wretched face. My heart kept sinking and sinking... and I stumbled back as fast as I could.

Wang Quansheng's neck was twisted at an incredible angle, one eye was staring at me, and then, I watched helplessly as he stretched out a pair of long nails...

Damn it! Just when Wang Quansheng's fingers were about to pinch my neck, I didn't know where I got the strength to turn around and run out, but I didn't know what was hanging on my back, and I couldn't break free.

I tried my best and struggled hard...

In this way, I couldn't help but think of the situation again when I visited the Yellow River Longan. At that time, the young master ran out. I thought that there was no chance of life, so I wiped my neck, but I didn't die - everything was like lightning in my mind.

Crossing the river, if I had not met Wang Quansheng at the gate of Nangong, if I had not gone to the Eye of the Yellow River, maybe all this would not be like this.

I was on the verge of terror. My strength was amazing. I don't know how I broke free from the restraints behind me. I ran towards the door in three or two steps. I opened the door with all my strength and wanted to seek help from outside. After all, here was

It's a police station, there should be a policeman on duty...

However, I never expected that my door was actually shut tightly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it. Obviously, the door was locked from the outside.

Obviously, the door was locked from the outside, so how did Wang Quansheng get in?

There was no time for me to think too much. I suddenly felt a cold feeling on my neck. It seemed that I was being strangled by something. Out of human instinct, I turned my head hard. Behind me, Wang Quansheng’s rough hands were holding me tightly.

He grabbed my neck with a ferocious smile on his face, and his eyes showed a fierce light that did not belong to human beings...

Like a life-seeking evil ghost from hell, looking at its prey that can no longer escape, it smiles ferociously.

"Ah..." I almost, I don't know why, screamed at the top of my lungs and suddenly woke up from my dream.

It turned out to be a dream? The old man used to say that it makes sense to think about something every day and dream about it at night. Wang Quansheng's death has become a worry for me. That damn guy is going to die - where is it?

It's so good to die, but you have to die in my room?

Recalling the scene in the dream again, it seemed like a real scene, everything was vivid in my mind. I wiped the cold sweat from my head, and then I realized that my quilt had long been soaked with sweat.

It was already dawn, and the clear light filtered into the room from the window. It was a bit uncomfortable to be in the bed soaked with sweat. I turned over and was about to get up. Almost out of instinct, my eyes fell on the southeast corner of the room.

In the dawn light, it was not clear, but a figure in the hazy squatting in the southeast corner...

This time, I cried out completely, crying out the fear, helplessness and hesitation in my heart.

The person in the southeast corner slowly turned around, smiled ferociously at me and said: Lao Xu, why are you shouting so loudly? You are not a little girl, could I still rape you?

Young Master? It’s actually the Young Master? I calmed down, wiped the cold sweat from my head, and asked: Why are you here so early in the morning without sleeping?

The young master had already stood up from the corner, walked to me, touched my forehead deeply, and said curiously: Lao Xu, are you confused? Didn’t I sleep with you last night? The rest of us always

We can't share a room with each other and occupy the police uncle's dormitory, right?

Only then did I remember that this was indeed the case. The young master told Huang Zhihua last night that he would move in with me so as not to occupy their dormitory, which is not good!

Anyway, Huang Zhihua's goal is just that we don't leave. After all... we are not vicious murderous fugitives, but just a group of illegal dealers in cultural relics and antique plates. And with our worth, we can't afford to make any big waves.

If it weren't for the Yellow River Dragon Coffin thing, maybe they wouldn't even bother to look at us, so they would naturally agree to the young master's request.

It’s just that the young master didn’t sleep so early in the morning. Why was he squatting in a corner? The young master explained that he woke up earlier and saw that I was still sleeping soundly, so he didn’t wake me up. At this moment, he suddenly heard something coming from the corner.

, I got up and saw that it was two little mice fighting. He was about to catch the mouse, and I woke up. Then I screamed loudly, and the little mouse was scared away.

I was skeptical after hearing this, not that I suspected the young master of lying, but - this was too much of a coincidence. When did he not catch mice, but when I had a nightmare?

The young master asked me what nightmare I had just now that made me so scared. I didn’t hide it and told him directly that I dreamed about Wang Quansheng.

The young master asked, why did Wang Quansheng come to Nangong again? Could it be that he brought bronzes when he went back? As he said this, he came up to me nervously and said in a low voice, "Old Xu, you can't be alone if you are rich. No matter what you do this time,

You have to take me with you no matter what.

I could only shake my head and smile bitterly. How did the young master know that Wang Quansheng never returned to his hometown? He died in Taiyuan directly, and he died mysteriously in my room. If the young master knew that I borrowed his tricycle,

After destroying the corpse and removing all traces, I wonder if he will come after me to fight for his life.

The young master and I chatted a few more words, and when we saw that it was already daylight outside, and the unique brightness of the sun shone into the room, it gave me some comfort to a person who was in a state of terror. The girl knocked on the door and asked us to have breakfast together.

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After yesterday, Huang Zhihua was obviously a lot more polite to us, and he didn't guard us as closely as prisoners. He just asked us to make it clear that we couldn't go out if nothing happened, and we had to say hello to him before going out. Regarding Huang Zhihua's suggestion

Neither the young master nor I objected to this request. After all, there is food and accommodation here, and it is relatively safe.

Following the girl, the three of us went to the large canteen of the police station. We just ordered a bowl of porridge, just pickled radish, and while eating it we talked to the girl and the young master about what happened after we parted.

From the girl's mouth, I learned that the few treasures we had worked so hard to get from the Guangchuan King's Tomb were now in the hands of the police. It was a waste of time. Now it's fine. I just can't bear to part with the ancient bronze sword.

, what makes me most uncomfortable is that the epitaph of King Guangchuan is also in the hands of Professor Sun.

We have no way to know the truth about what is recorded in it. Although Professor Sun said that there is nothing recorded in the tomb of the King of Guangchuan, the more he said this, the less I believed it.

Before I could finish my bowl of porridge, Huang Zhihua rushed to Kulai in a hurry. He glanced at the crowd, then the wallpaper fell on the three of us, and he strode over.

Mr. Huang, have breakfast... I saw that Huang Zhihua's face was not kind. In fact, it can be said that he was a little angry and confused. Could it be that someone died again?

Huang Zhihua didn't answer. He stared at me fiercely for a moment, then looked at the young master and the girl, and then lowered his voice and said: Among you three, who left the room last night?

The three of us all shook our heads in confusion. Huang Zhihua didn't need to ask us this question. He only needed to find out after checking that we were locked up in the staff dormitory of the police station, and there were people specially guarding us. It was definitely not easy to get out at night.

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The young master said: Mr. Huang, what happened? The girl also stared at Huang Zhihua with a pair of big watery eyes.

Huang Zhihua took a breath and said: I also know that this thing cannot be done by you, but it's just too bizarre.

I hurriedly asked what happened. Huang Zhihua looked around at the policemen who were pricking their ears to listen, frowned, and asked us to go to his office to talk.

When he arrived at Huang Zhihua's office, before he could sit down, he said straight to the point: "The body of Wang Quansheng is missing..."

"What?" I jumped up immediately after hearing the words. Thinking back to what I had experienced in my dream last night, I felt like I was dripping with cold sweat. A cold air ran up my back, and I couldn't help but feel a slight tremor.

Tremble.

The young master also changed his expression and stammered: "What...what's going on?"

The girl screamed and instinctively leaned towards me. She was very scared. Fortunately, she didn't know Wang Quansheng and didn't know how this man died. So although it sounded strange and frightening, she was more scared than me.

But it's much better.

Huang Zhihua explained that yesterday they brought Wang Quansheng's body back. Since he was also someone who had contact with the Yellow River Dragon Coffin, I honestly confessed to him yesterday that we had seen Wang Quansheng and bought bronzes from him, and also from him.

Huang Zhihua and others learned the news about the Yellow River Dragon Coffin from Wang Quansheng’s body, so after Huang Zhihua and others transported Wang Quansheng’s body back, they did not conduct an autopsy to study the specific cause of death. Instead, they sent it directly to the funeral parlor, preparing to contact his family before handling it.

But early this morning, the staff of the funeral home called and said that a body was missing. Wang Quansheng's body was missing.

It seems that anything can be thrown away these days, but - throwing a corpse is too ridiculous. Besides, Wang Quansheng is just an ordinary Yellow River water ghost. A person who picks up garbage in the Yellow River all day long to make a living. If he has money, that is

The lost five thousand yuan is still in my hand. Who would steal such a corpse?

If Wang Quansheng's body was not stolen by others, then there is only one possibility left - he went out to get some air on his own?

The corpse walked out on its own? This is even more ridiculous than losing the corpse. I sat dejectedly on the chair opposite Huang Zhihua, leaned on the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and saw Wang Quansheng's pale face, with a ferocious smile, and said viciously

staring at me.

Professor Wang's corpse and Lao Bian's corpse could go to the Guangchuan Royal Tomb, so it is quite normal for Wang Quansheng's corpse to run out for some air. Besides - Wang Quansheng's corpse appeared after he had been dead for more than half a year.

Definitely something weird.

When I was thinking wildly, suddenly, the phone on the desk rang sharply, which made me jump again. I have been feeling a bit like a loser recently. If I continue like this, I will suffer from mental illness sooner or later.

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Huang Zhihua reached out and answered the phone. He didn't know what someone said on the other end. His expression suddenly changed and he said hastily - I'll be here.
To be continued...