Maoshan Ghostbusters

<!--The beginning of the chapter content--> The first thing that caught my eye was a photo facing the door. The photo was 60 inches in size. Since the photo was facing the door, the size was so large that I had to Focus on the photo all at once.

The photo shows a beautiful woman in a red dress. She is lying on her back on the side of the road, her eyes are staring at me blankly. There is a long wound on her neck, and all the blood gushing from the wound is accumulated under her body. She is fair. Her arms stretched feebly, her delicate feet had a red high-heeled shoe in the same color as her skirt, and the other was bare, and the shoes were not far from the corpse.

Please note that I use the term corpse, because I think she is dead, and there is a large pool of blood under her. No one can shed so much blood to be alive. And her dilated eyes told me that life had already left her.

I noticed that she was wearing bright red lipstick on her mouth, bright red nail polish on her hands, and bright red nail polish on her bare foot.

There is no doubt that this is a woman who pays great attention to appearance. She is about twenty-five years old. She is at the age of a flower. It can be imagined that she must have been charming and charming.

The shocking red in the photo made my scalp numb. The red dress, red high heels, lipstick and nail polish, of course, the most terrible thing was the big pool of bright red blood under the beauty.

How could I think that the one who opened the door of Room 405 to greet me would be this photo of the dead person? Although the deceased was a beautiful woman, to me, it was completely unattractive.

Of course, no one thinks that photos of dead people are good-looking, except for some friends who are curious.

Especially her sluggish eyes just looked at me, and I, who was like a frightened bird, was so scared that I sat on the ground.

There are also some small photos on the side of this huge picture.

I always think the woman in the photo is a bit familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere. But I can't remember it for a while.

The table by the window is full of various experimental utensils, and the bookshelf in the left hand against the wall is full of small glass bottles filled with various medicines. These bottles and cans, including the table, are covered with dust.

There is a bunk bed beside the wall on the right hand. The quilt hasn’t been folded yet. I just put it in a pile and thrown it on the bed. I looked at a few small pill boxes thrown by the bed and picked up a cold medicine like Contec. There are a few books beside these medicine boxes. I took a look at them. There are a few books on criminal investigation, and there is also a copy of "The Case of Di Gong" by Gao Luopei.

The books are all very old, especially "Di Gong An". When I picked it up and turned it over, the first few pages fell off.

I frowned and put the book back next to the bed, and then looked at the upper bunk. The situation was even worse. There was a pile of textbooks in a mess. The textbooks were all new, and several of them were not even opened in plastic. Just piled up on the top bunk indiscriminately.

The rest is all rubbish. There is a half-eaten bowl of Master Kong noodles. I don’t know if it’s been left for a few days, the noodle soup has dried up long ago. The noodles inside are stuck together, smelly and pungent, and a few flies buzz around the surface. , But probably the half-eaten apples that are more attractive to the flies. It is estimated that they have been left for several days, and the flesh has begun to become dry.

In addition, there is a garbage bag full of various nut shells. As for what kind of nuts, I took a rough look. There are melon seed shells, peanut shells, hazelnut shells, walnut shells, and pine nut shells, which Gao Peng eats. Really all, there are some grape skins in the nut shell.

Obviously, my bed is the upper bunk and the lower bunk is Gao Peng's. I never expected the dormitory of the rich second-generation high-achieving students to be messed up like this. If I make the room like this, I guess my mother will have to twist my ears.

I opened the two wardrobes against the wall, both of them were filled with designer clothes and pants, and there were several pairs of designer sneakers on the side of the wardrobe. There are a few bottles of men's perfume on the upper level of the wardrobe.

Very good, great, this room is full of Gao Peng's things, and I don't even have a place to go.

The only bed that belongs to me is currently where Gao Peng piles up rubbish.

I reluctantly closed the closet. Do I have to take out Gao Peng's brand-name clothes and put my clothes in the stalls? I thought about it, but still didn't do it.

This is the status quo of the entire 405 room. I sighed. If we don't need a closet, we must have a bed to sleep. You know, I slept in a chair for half the night last night.

I first threw the garbage bag with nut shells into the trash can in the corner of the house, then pinched my nose and threw the half-eaten apples and instant noodles on the upper bunk into it. Just as soon as I threw it in, a few The flies immediately followed in with a buzzing sound. I jumped over and tightened the mouth of the bag all at once. Just to stuff a few flies in the garbage bag, I carried the garbage bag and threw it into the garbage passage in the corridor.

Seeing the trash bags rolling down in the trash road, I can't help feeling a little proud. This trick is really killing two birds with one stone. It both drives away the flies and throws away the trash.

I found an empty cardboard box for instant noodles in the corner of the house, put the textbooks in, and dusted the cobwebs on the wall beside the bed. I wiped the bed board with the old newspaper, then rolled the bedding on the bed and made it. Finally there was a bed. I fell on my bed and sighed.

Although the bed at school is much harder than at home, it is not very comfortable to sleep on, and it is better than the chair I slept in last night.

I wanted to just lie in the bed and sleep, but my mother's roar sounded in my ears.

My mother has a tendency to cleanliness. If the house is messed up and I dare to go to bed, she will pick me up and order me to clean, and then keep mentioning it for the next half month, talking about me. So far in protest.

No way, this is a tragedy caused by a female-dominated family unit. In our family, my mother has the highest family status, my dad is second, and I have the lowest status. I also have the least say. My suggestions and ideas are usually interrupted roughly before they finish talking. Dad is my mother’s punching bag. Dad will suffocate me when he gets angry, and I was forced to throw the dishes or water glasses at home to demonstrate.

Don't think that if I fell something, they will change their attitude towards me and arouse their paternal or maternal love. Facts have proved that after I finished throwing things, my mom and dad's joint action will be ushered in—that is, the two of them partnered to beat me up. At this time, I can only sigh-the husband and wife work together, and their strength will break the gold. In the end, their atrocities can only end in my howls, pleadings, and vows.

I saw that the room was really messy, so I got out of bed and swept the floor and wiped the table.

At this moment, my eyes fell on those small photos accidentally, because those photos were pasted diagonally above the left side of the table, the table was facing the window, and I saw the photos naturally when I was wiping the table.

After seeing those photos, I almost didn't vomit.

All are photos of the dead.

Those deceased were all beautiful girls in red dresses, all with fatal stab wounds in their throats. They were found on the side of the road, some in the grass, and a girl was hung on a tree. Hanging upside down in the bushes, the rope used is actually the girl's red skirt.

I counted it, and there were five girls in total, plus the beauties in that huge photo.

Seeing these photos, I can't help but think of the serial killings that happened in this city some time ago. The victims were all wearing red skirts when they were killed. Based on the methods and targets of the crime, the police determined that this was done by the same murderer. At that time, these five cases were very sensational. The media made large-scale reports in newspapers and television stations and arrested several suspects, but they were all released because of insufficient evidence or lack of time to commit the crime. The real culprit has not yet been found.

This Gao Peng posted the photo of the victim in the room. He doesn't want to be Sherlock Holmes, right? No, his idol is Di Renjie, he should want to be Di Gong.

At this moment, a rapid alarm sounded, and only one person leaped out of the lower bunk. To be precise, a person should be sitting up from the quilt of the lower bunk.

Because that person sat up too fast, and I was unprepared before, saying that I had been cleaning up in the room for a long time. I always thought that I was the only person in this room. I was busy for a long time, and suddenly a big job appeared. People came, and when I was looking at the **** photos, the cruel face painting in the photos caused me a lot of discomfort. I was immersed in the speculation and reasoning about the serial killer.

To be honest, I’m naturally timid. When the alarm clock rang, I was so scared that I was about to kneel down. At this juncture, the man suddenly appeared so violently, I immediately screamed and collapsed. To the ground.