"Okay, Sister Siwen. Don't look like this, it seems like we are very uneducated." I walked to Kong Siwen and patted him on the shoulder.

"But..." Kong Siwen still couldn't swallow this.

I looked at Lao Liu coldly and said, "Didn't everyone say it? You are attacking the police. I'm different. I'm a ghost. If I attacked the people, it shouldn't be considered an attacking police? Don't worry, Sister Siwen. I won't let her swallow this sentence tonight. I won't be Yuan!"

After hearing this, Kong Siwen let go of the hand holding Lao Liu. Lao Liu snorted coldly and patted the place where Kong Siwen grabbed him with his hands. He said, "Who knows if he committed suicide fearlessness? As long as he was arrested, he would be sentenced to death. Since he was dead at all times, it would be better to die cleaner."

"Old Liu, you're too much." Sister Nan, who was standing by, couldn't listen: "Since people are dead, there is no need to slander them like this. Don't be so ugly in life."

Old Liu said indifferently: "What's wrong, what I'm talking about is just facts. Now there is obvious insufficient evidence. You can't just let go of the case just because the main culprit died.

Okay, let’s do this today. You two will go back first. If there is any new progress in the case, I will call you again. This is human life, not a small case of thieves. The prisoners don’t know, how to explain to the higher authorities? As long as the real prisoner is not caught, the criminal suspect Yuanye will not take off the hat.”

"Haha." I was so angry that Lao Liu said. What kind of grudges do I have with you? It's worth letting you mess with me like this. Why is it so difficult for me to get rid of the identity of a suspect? I'm all dead, what else do you want to do?

After the few of them disbanded, I greeted Kong Siwen and Shen Bing. Then I followed Lao Liu directly. He returned to the police station and called someone. On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man. At the beginning, I always felt that it was wrong to eavesdrop on other people's privacy. So I wanted to leave for a while.

But just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard Lao Liu say that Yuanye was dead. What should I do next? Then I stopped and turned back. Standing next to Lao Liu, listening carefully to his phone call. For me, I could hear clearly what he was talking to the people on the phone.

After listening to it for a while, my face became more and more ugly. On the other end of the phone was Wang Xukai's father. The content they spoke was almost about Wang Xukai's death. Wang Xukai's father asked Lao Liu to hold the charge on me.

The reason is even more absurd, because Wang Xukai's family has never been defeated by anyone, and this time Wang Xukai's death has a lot to do with me. So they disliked me and wanted to make me die uneasy.

When Lao Liu got off work, I followed him all the way back to his own home. His home was a small house of about 100 square meters, with two bedrooms, two living rooms and one bathroom. The decoration looked quite old, and no matter how you look at it, it should be designed ten years ago.

There is no one in his house except Lao Liu. The room is very dirty and messy, as if it has not been cleaned for a long time. The living room is filled with a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

I frowned slightly and covered my nose. Does this guy have no wife? However, the photo next to the TV shows the fact that this guy has another wife and a daughter.

But... I looked at this home and there was really no sign of anyone living there. To be precise, it should be that there had been no sign of anyone else living there except Lao Liu for a long time.

I saw Lao Liu walk into a room, sigh lightly, turn on the TV, and familiarly take out a bottle of beer from the back of the sofa, bit open the bottle cap and pour it into it.

Why does this old Liu feel a little pitiful? As night falls, it is already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the second old Liu has been drinking for about three hours. Although he has been drinking very slowly in these three hours, he has not stopped.

Slowly, Lao Liu seemed to be a little drunk. He pushed the bottle in front of him and walked towards the bedroom. I kept following him. Lao Liu lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and I smiled evilly, walked to Lao Liu's bed. I waved my hand gently.

The scene in front of Lao Liu suddenly changed. I was not proficient in illusion, but I could control other people's spirits. Although I usually only control dead bodies, my strength is far different from that of me at that time. In addition, Lao Liu is just an ordinary person.

So, everything Lao Liu saw now was just a dream, but even if I was dreaming, I wanted him to die in this space, but I just moved my fingers. This room was still Lao Liu's room, but I had the final say on what would happen in this room.

"Tick..." A drop of bright red liquid dripped from the ceiling on Lao Liu's face. Lao Liu was now in a half-dream and half-awake state. Perhaps because of the sudden wetness that made him feel very uncomfortable, he subconsciously touched his face and naturally touched the liquid.

He opened his eyes hazyly, looked at the liquid on his hands, which was blood... Old Liu was shocked, then sat up, and looked at his palm again, the bright red blood disappeared. Old Liu immediately gave a breath, rubbed his eyes, and muttered softly: "This should be my illusion, right?"

At this moment, "Papa..." A light sound suddenly came from the other side of the window. A cold wind blew. Old Liu sat up and Yaoyao got out of bed shakingly: "Is the window open? How do I remember I closed it? This memory..."

When he walked to the window, the window was of course not closed. Lao Liu closed the window casually. The moment he closed the window, a shadow appeared on the window. Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, then took two steps back, rubbed his eyes, and the shadow was still there. Lao Liu suddenly opened the window.

The moment the window opened, a red figure flashed in front of Lao Liu's eyes. Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, looked outside, and saw a red dress hanging next to the window at the neighbor's house.

Lao Liu said that the window was closed: "What's going on? Why am I suspicious? Really..."

I looked at all this coldly. Now Lao Liu's spirit has begun to be in chaos. But now there is no hurry. It is best to wait until he completely feels that all this is his own illusion and I am taking action.

When I was almost sure that Lao Liu was almost asleep now, I put the red clothes that Lao Liu saw outside and directly above Lao Liu's head. Then, with a random move, I transformed into one of my corpses. Of course, the appearance of the corpse was what I had before I died.

Then, I placed the head of the corpse next to Lao Liu's pillow. "Tick, tick." The red clothes on Lao Liu's head began to drip blood downwards. Lao Liu touched his face in confusion, and then opened his eyes. My head was my head. He looked at him straight, with an evil smile on his face.

"Ah!" Old Liu was stunned for three seconds. Then he screamed and rolled and crawled out of bed. He wanted to escape. Then, my two broken arms grabbed Old Liu's ankles tightly, making him unable to move. My head rolled directly to his feet: "Why, you won't clear my innocence after I die?"

I said this in a dark voice. Lao Liu was already scared by me and his voice trembled: "No, because the evidence is not enough, really, as long as I..."

"Shut up..." I interrupted Lao Liu impatiently: "When a person dies, he will know everything. Do you really think I don't know anything?"

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, then panicked: "It's not my fault, it's the one named Wang, he asked me to do this. I can't do anything about it, I'm just for the sake of having a meal!"

My hands gradually climbed up Lao Liu's cheek, forced his slowly moved away eyes to the angle of looking at my head lying horizontally on the ground. Blood flowed out from the broken part of my arm and dripped on Lao Liu's body. I lay on Lao Liu's shoulder and said viciously: "Then... do you know what to do next? If you don't know... I can teach you."

Then, I pointed to the head on the ground with my finger, and the head bounced up directly, bit Lao Liu's thigh hard, and tore off a piece of meat: "I can eat you piece by piece!"

"Ah!" Old Liu screamed, and then hurriedly said, "I don't count on this! It's useless to find me. I'm serious, I'm just a person to do things. Let me go!"

My head was still biting Lao Liu. I sighed: I can't blame me. What I want now is just a cleansing person. I don't have time to cause trouble for others one by one. As for Wang Xukai's father, I will go back sooner or later, but now... I can only give Lao Liu some more harsh information.

My head spitted out Lao Liu's flesh and said hatefully: "Okay, since you said that, don't blame me for being polite." In an instant, thick blood began to emerge from the gaps in the floor tiles, wrapping Lao Liu around. Lao Liu looked at the blood in horror, trying to avoid it, but found that he had nowhere to hide.

In the blood, he stretched out a few pairs of bloody hands, grabbed Lao Liu's body, and dragged it down hard. "Ah! No, let me go, I have a way to give me a chance, no!" Lao Liu shouted bitterly, but it had no effect at all. He could only watch his perspective getting lower and lower, and finally turned into blood red.

Looking at Lao Liu who had disappeared, I snapped my fingers and everything in the room returned to normal again. Lao Liu was lying on the bed, struggling with a ferocious face.
Chapter completed!