Mu Mugui:!!?

He was not convinced.

Opening his bloody mouth again.

"It's embarrassing for you, right? You're making trouble with me."

Shen Jian frowned, punched, kicked and educated with sticks.

This is so tricky, you have to give it a beating first, otherwise you won't obey.

After the fight, you will be honest.

After a severe beating.

Mu Mugui has no power to parry.

The ghost rope is attached.

Lift it up.

The three corpses were hung up in the air.

The girl with glasses was completely confused.

It's just one level difference. Is the gap already so big?

The players who were waiting outside poured in.

Seeing that Shen Jian had imprisoned the last sly, everyone looked excited.

Then he searched the room.

Apart from the clutter, I found a photo.

The photo shows a couple.

The man corresponds to the third corpse, and the woman is a pregnant woman, with a slightly bulging belly, already three or four months old.

The lean young man analyzed: "The identity is indeed correct. There are only two last questions left. Did the man commit suicide or homicide? What was the cause of death?"

"It was a homicide. The cause of death was poisoning."

The girl with glasses is categorical.

"I smelled chemicals coming from the third body's mouth."

The thin young man frowned: "Isn't this more likely to be suicide?"

The girl with eyes was silent for a moment and glanced at Shen Jian. She was a little confused, but she still confessed: "I have a supernatural prop that can predict three clues of the copy."

Everyone was stunned.

No wonder he hesitated.

Such a powerful supernatural prop will make everyone excited.

This means one more life.

Can avoid dangers that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"What's the clue?" Shen Jian asked.

The girl with eyes said quickly: "The first is three homicides, the second is don't stop the car, and the third is the number four."

Clue 1: Three homicides.

Clue 2: Don't stop.

Clue three: Number four.

Three corpses, three homicides, corresponding.

"Don't stop. I kind of know what it is, but what does the number four mean?"

Wang Chen said doubtfully.

Others were also confused.

I don't know the direction yet.

But this doubt was quickly suppressed.

Because all the questions in the questionnaire have been answered.

Next, they only need to transport the body back to the funeral home and hand in this questionnaire, and they can obtain the identity of the funeral home staff through the copy of [Supernatural Funeral Home].

This is a special reward for the copy.

Very rare.

It will undoubtedly be of great use in the future.

Everyone is excited.

Immerse yourself in the joy of this moment.

In the darkness, Shen Jian stared at an oil lamp in the storage room.

The wick burns very slowly.

The base of the lamp is very full of oil.

It has a very special smell when burning.

Like corpse oil.

This is not a supernatural prop, but the smell of the corpse oil will attract evil spirits after it is ignited, and its effect is no less than that of ordinary supernatural props.

He took it with him.

This special copy is really full of tricks.

If you are missing something next time, come to the special copy to restock it.

Shen Jian thought secretly.

Several people returned to the front desk of Ping An Hotel.

The sick man smoked dry cigarettes and puffed out clouds of mist.

A face that was still recovering from a serious illness looked at Shen Jian cautiously.

"Master, what do you mean by stretching out your hand?"

He was confused and didn't know what Shen Jian was doing by stretching out his hand.

Snapped.

Shen Jian was rewarded by the sick ghost and his brain collapsed.

He said angrily: "You forgot what I do so quickly?"

The sick ghost said weakly: "Sir, aren't you a player?"

"Guess again."

"Funeral home staff?"

"Guess again."

"..."

"I'm a robber, I know what to do."

Sick ghost:!!!

I am super, I love you, you are not just talking about it.

It's so insulting.

I am a very clever person. If I am robbed, how will I be able to survive in the horror world in the future?

I am the owner of a safe hotel, a very sick man...

"Oh, Master, don't hit me. I'll give it to you."

The sick man howled.

Squatting in the corner, wanting to cry without tears.

He opened the cashier and handed over the thriller coins.

[You have received 3,000 horror coins from the sick ghost.]

Shen Jian pouted.

"3000? You are too shabby. Don't slow down your work like this next time. I will come and collect it next time."

Before leaving, Shen Jian said sincerely.

And gave the goals for the next quarter as motivation and encouragement.
Chapter completed!