The woman looked at them with a panic expression, as if she realized something, and shouted at her phone a few times, but there was no response there. The call interface was cut off in ten seconds. It seemed that the murderer was just to announce He Zhuangsheng's death.

Team Chen gritted his teeth: "I'll transfer the person back and search from house to house in the building! The murderer must be hiding here!"

Jiang Qing did not answer his words, he just walked to the stairs and looked up.

The dim sensor light was on top of his head. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but could not see the end of his head.

This building gave him a bad feeling. From the moment he came in, he seemed to have walked into a dark nest. However, he never found the owner who lived in the nest.

*

Team Chen transferred the people back, and the scattered police forces quickly gathered together. The two criminal police officers who protected He Zhuangsheng also came back, two tall and strong young policemen. They were helped back by their teammates.

"What's going on?"

The teammates were not anxious and worried, which meant that they were not injured. But looking at their appearance, they knew that the situation was wrong.

One of them rubbed his temples and said, "We kept staring at He Zhuangsheng until Lao Zhang and Wang Qing came to call us."

In their memory, they kept monitoring and protecting He Zhuangsheng outside the house until the anxious Lao Zhang and Wang Qing came to him. They were as if they were forcibly woken up in a dream, and they became dizzy.

Captain Chen gritted his teeth: "At 8:30, He Zhuangsheng came back alone. I have made at least five calls to you."

The two young detectives obviously realized the problem and were in a panic in their eyes.

But in their memory, they kept staring at He Zhuangsheng. One of them quickly took out the walkie-talkie and found that there was indeed Team Chen on his phone that was not received.

He put down his phone and murmured, "This is too evil. We really kept staring at He Zhuangsheng and didn't hear the phone vibrating."

Jiang Qing pursed her lips and said, "Maybe it just created an illusion for you."

Team Chen took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It's important to find someone first, and then talk about other things." As he said that, he quickly arranged the search mission.

This building has seven floors in total, with five families on the first floor, and five criminal police officers plus Wang Qing and Jiang Qing are more than enough.

After the task was arranged, everyone immediately took action.

Jiang Qing wanted to go to the rooftop to check it out, so she volunteered to go to the seventh floor to find someone with Wang Qing.

The group went up the narrow stairs. Jiang Qing paused when she walked to the fourth floor and said softly: "I smelled blood."

He closed his eyes, sniffed carefully, and then asked the pen in his bag with his face: "Did you smell it?"

A silhouette meowed.

He smelled it, too.

Jiang Qing frowned heavily and walked up again, thinking about what kind of monster this was.

He could feel something was wrong, but what the other party did at the moment exceeded his understanding of the demon clan. He looked up and looked up. The dim light illuminated the top, and circles of stair handrails were spinning up, as if there was no end.

Wang Qing was so scared that he stuttered when he spoke: "Brother, can't you handle it?"

Jiang Qing shook her head and said, "Let's go upstairs and take a look first. It's different from the ones I've seen."

If he guessed correctly, they might not be in the same space as each other. So he felt a strong sense of incongruity from the beginning of seeing the building.

But opening up a space is something that many ancient monsters cannot do. What is here now?

What kind of hatred can it have with the He brothers?

While thinking, the two of them had already arrived at the seventh floor.

The seventh floor was clean, the walls were snow-white, the ground was free of garbage and dust. There were also several pots of green ivy along the corridor, but looking at the traces, it seemed that only one family lived.

Wang Qing raised his hand and knocked on the door of 701.

The person who came to open the door was a kind-hearted old man. The other party's gray hair was properly combed into a back, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers. If it weren't for the deep wrinkles piled up on the other party's face, just looking at his body and temperament, the other party should look only in his fifties. The old man pushed his reading glasses: "Who are you looking for?"

Wang Qing showed his police officer's certificate and asked him if he had seen He Zhuangsheng.

"He Laowu?" The old man opened the security door and said, "Didn't he hold a funeral at the second son's house? He usually doesn't come to me."

As he said that, he pointed to other residents in this building: "I live in this floor, and there is no one else."

"You also moved from Hejia Village?" Wang Qing asked again.

"Yes, it's been ten years since I moved here."

The two were still talking, but Jiang Qing looked over the old man and looked at the house. The curtains were pulled in the room, and the light was a little dim, but Jiang Qing had good eyesight and still saw the neatly tidy living room and the paper man on the coffee table.

Those paper people are Sao Qingniang who hangs every household downstairs.

The colorful ones are some have been cut and put aside, while others are just semi-finished products.

Jiang Qing's eyes moved from the indoors to the old man and asked an unrelated question: "Did you cut the paper people hanging downstairs?"

The old man turned his eyes to him, looked back at the living room, shook his head: "It was not me who cut it, it should have been cut it by He Laosi, and he would do it. You young people may not understand it. This is called Sweeping Niang. It is said that it can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters. In the past, every household in the village would be banned, but later when they moved to the community, they didn't ban it much. I don't know why it is getting excited now. I used to cut these for sale, but now I am old and can't do anything."

As he said, he raised his hand and hammered his waist a little stiffly.

The shirt sleeves went up with his movements, revealing a small part of the skin above the back of his hand. Jiang Qing noticed that the skin above the back of his hand was covered with large dark purple-red patches.

Or, it is a corpse spot.

Jiang Veng calmly withdrew her gaze and asked casually: "Do you know why the eight brothers of the He family have a bad relationship? We asked a lot of residents, but they didn't seem to be willing to say it."

The old man's back was raised again, and he still smiled gently, but there was a hint of separation in his smile: "They dare not say it."

Wang Qing immediately asked: "What does it mean? Why don't you dare to say it? What happened in the village before moving to the community?"

The old man still shook his head: "They refused to say it. It's hard to say, a foreigner. If you want to know, go check the flood twenty years ago."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the room and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Qing noticed that his steps staggered, but soon it seemed as if someone helped him and he stood firm again.

The door was completely closed.

Wang Qing muttered: "Do you think the residents of this building are all weird?"

They were very cold to each other. The dead He Laoer and He Laosi were grandfathers, and their seniority should be relatively high in the village. However, when organizing funerals, young people rarely go to worship, but the older generations such as He Laowu were in charge of the overall situation. Moreover, except for the family members, others were not sad. Just like He Laowu, when his cousin died, he could drink and get drunk with others.

Jiang Qing said: "You go and tell Captain Chen that He Laowu is mostly gone. It is better for them to check what happened in Hejia Village in the flood twenty years ago. I will stay and find clues."

Wang Qing said in confusion: "What else is there?"

Jiang Veng smiled mysteriously, and attached herself to his ear and whispered: "That old man is not a living person."

“…”

Wang Qing's scalp was numb and his goosebumps instantly crawled all over his back.

He trembled and said, "Brother, don't scare me."

Jiang Qing pursed her lips and smiled, and two dimples appeared on her cheeks: "Okay, I won't scare you anymore, go and talk to Captain Chen."

Seeing that he had regained his seriousness, Wang Qing thought that he was indeed scaring him, but he still ran away.
Chapter completed!