The man squatted there with his face facing the corner, looking ghostly, because that place happened to be a blind spot next to a TV cabinet. I couldn't see clearly. I'm not a very brave person. At this time, I saw that there was an extra person in the dark room.

First, I felt a chill all over my body. My first thought was that my eyes were dazzled, but when I looked carefully, it was true that someone was actually haunted.

That place is where I put the few small bronze items I collected yesterday. I get goosebumps when I think about it. Is this underworld weapon so evil?

For a moment, I didn't dare to move, and the ghost didn't move at all. It just froze there and I felt cold sweat pouring out.

After a while, I slowly calmed down and tried to move the ghost a little bit, but it still didn't respond. I was a little confused and wondered if it was a stupid ghost.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the situation over there was getting clearer and clearer. I braved it and took a closer look. I immediately realized that the ghost's clothes looked very familiar.

As soon as my mind started to spin, I immediately remembered, wasn't this what Wang Quansheng was wearing last night? Then I took a closer look and the person squatting there was fucking the old man.

Didn't Wang Quansheng send me off yesterday? Why was he in my room in the middle of the night? I was extremely puzzled and turned around to see that the window of my room was open. Did he climb in through the window? But this is the sixth floor. Could it be?

This old man has the legendary light skill of walking on the snow without leaving a trace?

I thought for a while and said, "Don't look at this old man's honest appearance. Shanxi is a place where bandits are born. I'm afraid this old man climbed into my room to take all the things he sold to me and steal them back?"

I yelled twice, but the old man didn't respond and squatted motionless. I thought he was pretending to be dead for me. I took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them over, hitting the old man on the head and shouting: "Hey Wang Quansheng, what's going on?"

?Forgot something?"

The old man remained motionless as if he were dead. The coin fell to the ground with a crisp sound and rolled back to my feet.

I was a little angry when I saw that Wang Quansheng was naked. I was not afraid of him, so I walked towards him. He had no weapons. I was afraid that the old man was cheating. I picked up a stool and walked four or five steps closer. I kicked the old man with my toes from a distance.

foot.

Wang Quansheng shook his head and suddenly his whole body was like a puddle of mud. He suddenly fell to the ground and remained motionless. I smelled the smell of wine all over his body and his gray head almost stuck to his face. I felt a thump in my heart and seemed to realize something.

.

I immediately put down the stool and carefully touched the old man's hand. When I touched it, my heart skipped a beat - it was cold.

Experience tells me that if something goes wrong, the old man will be in big trouble.

I touched a few more times and couldn't feel the pulse anymore. Then I remembered the method of looking at pupils on TV, so I moved his head away from his face to look into his eyes.

I took a breath of cold air after just two dials. I was so frightened that I immediately let go and took several steps back.

Under the white hair on his face, the old man was straining to open his cloudy eyes, his pupils dilated. What was creepy was that the corners of his mouth were grinning at an incomprehensible angle, and his expression turned out to be a grin.

I was really wondering what was going on. Why did this old man die in my room? Did he come to my place in the middle of the night to steal something and died of a heart attack or stroke? But what happened to this expression?

matter?

What could he see that would make him show such a terrifying expression? I was the only one in the room. Could it be that he was frightened to death when he saw me?

Am I so ugly?

At that time, I wanted to go out and call the police, but suddenly I thought something was wrong. This old man died in my room. It was so strange. What should I say when Lei Zi comes?

I can't tell the truth. The things I bought from him yesterday are actually stolen goods. If I tell the truth, I will still go to jail. But if I don't tell the truth, it will be even more troublesome.

People in that era have a natural fear of the police. In addition, my profession is also a sideline business. Everyone in the industry knows how many of these antiques are clean. Eighty percent of the antiques in the world are at least a few.

Hundreds of years ago, Tianduoze basically came from the ground and sea. In theory, individuals have no right to own these things. The money I make is simply illegal.

My mind was spinning very fast at that time, and I immediately understood that I couldn't call the police. This was the same as gangsters and gangsters. I sold drugs and then killed the person who bought the drugs. The person who bought the drugs absolutely couldn't call the police. If I reported it, then

You will definitely have to stay in the dormitory first.

What should I do? I was so panicked that I spun around in circles for several times. Suddenly, a scene that often appears in foreign movies appeared in my mind: corpse throwing.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems feasible! This old man is not a local and is dressed in rags, and he sneaked into my room. I have nothing to do with him. If he throws him somewhere far away, he will definitely not be traced to me... But what can I do?

Lucky?

I thought, isn't there a cart for grocery shopping? There is a bridge a few dozen miles outside Nangong here. Basically, no one will stop there in the morning. If I put the body there, others will definitely think that the old man is a beggar who froze to death.

Thinking of this, I ran downstairs without even putting on my belt, knocked on the young master's door and asked him to borrow a scooter.

The young master got up very early. He had just returned from buying vegetables at the morning market. The prices at this time were much cheaper than in ordinary markets, so he was dressed neatly and opened the door when he saw me like this. He thought I was here to borrow the toilet.

He felt weird when he heard that I wanted to borrow his car.

I didn't have the mind to pay attention to him. I took the key and pushed his cart to the back door of the guest house. Then I went to my room, wrapped the old man's body in a blanket, put it on my back, covered my head, and ran towards the back door.

The waiter who got up early outside looked at me and thought I had just come back from the early market. He joked: "Boss Xu has made a good harvest today. How can he accept a soldier or a pottery man for such a big package?"

I also greeted him vaguely and greeted his ancestors in my heart, then ran downstairs and flipped the body onto the cart.

As soon as I turned it over, I felt that my back was extremely wet, it was sticky when I touched it, and there was a strange smell. I didn't care about it at the time, so I got in the car and went straight to the bridge.

I have become very familiar with this area over the years. I met many people along the way, some who were getting up to exercise or shopping for groceries, but they didn’t pay attention to me. I was extremely nervous and pretended to be calm while humming and riding fast for fear of bumping into me.

Fortunately for the police, comrades in the police are usually night owls. The journey was uneventful. I came to the bridge in the suburbs and saw no one around. I wanted to remove the body from behind the truck.

But when he looked back, his head suddenly buzzed and he froze.

There was no body in the bed of the car - only the blanket I had wrapped the body in was still dragging on the back of the car.

Damn it! I thought to myself that it must have fallen off halfway. It’s impossible. I didn’t ride much bumpy places along the way.

But in this situation, we can't say that the old man faked his corpse and ran away. The only reasonable explanation is that he fell off halfway.

My heart was in turmoil. It was so fucking interesting. A young man was humming a song while riding a bicycle. As a result, a dead person fell out of the side of the bicycle while riding. Those old ladies must have shouted: "Young man, you have lost your things. If you run closer, you will probably die."
Chapter completed!