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Chapter 40 040. Under the bed

Qiao Mu could feel that the smell seemed to come from downstairs. He walked along the damp traces and glanced at the family playing mahjong next door. Those people stared directly at Qiao Mu, and the movements of their hands remained stagnant. .

"His senior year is about to get married."

Qiao Mu had a good eye, and out of good intentions, he reminded the others.

Suddenly, the other three people's eyes turned to the man with his back to Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu smiled with satisfaction, hiding his merit and fame.

Quickly going downstairs, he just turned the corner when he saw a foot in the corridor.

The slippers fell off due to the struggle, and the feet were hanging on the ground. Continuing upward, there were girls' legs, jeans, a thin green sweater, and a face as pale as death.

That's the girl who lives in room 403.

Qiao Mu calmed down and walked down the stairs, approaching the body of the girl who had lost her breath.

"She died before the fire? Was the fire an attempt to cover it up?"

Qiao Mu quickly thought of some plot points in mystery novels. In order to cover up the murder of a person, he simply set fire to the entire building, fishing in troubled waters and hiding the truth.

He squatted down.

The girl's originally black and shiny hair was now scattered on the ground. From the back of her head, blood with a faint fishy smell gradually seeped out, winding on the rotten and musty floor. It was more vivid than the dripping blood. The words appeared in Qiao Mu's field of vision.

[This is just the beginning, you know, more terrifying things are yet to come, such as the person behind you! 】

Qiao Mu immediately stood up and turned around. Out of the corner of his eye, he only caught a glimpse of a figure heading into the open room of Room 403. It was very blurry, like a cloud of smoke.

"who?"

He looked towards the dark room.

The layout of this house is similar to Qiao Mu's. There are no lights inside, and you can't see your fingers.

Qiao Mu shook the flashlight and turned it on. The orange light illuminated the cramped living room and kitchen counter. They were spotless and tidy. The owner seemed very particular about it.

Tick-tock——

The faucet in the bathroom seemed not to be tightened, and sticky water dripped into the pool, making a low muffled sound.

He reached out and pressed the light in the living room and found that the switch seemed to be broken and there was no response.

Moving forward, the bedroom door was not closed, but the curtains on the balcony were tightly closed, and there was a faint light in them, which was red and really scary.

Qiao Mu vaguely heard some sounds coming from the bedroom, and he raised his flashlight to illuminate it.

Beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, just ordinary.

There are only some dark yellow papers on the table, like Taoist priests' drawings, as well as red candles, porcelain plates, matches, etc. They don't look like utensils that a girl of this age should use. There is only a notebook with a sense of age. , lying quietly on the table.

He saw that the red light came from an almost broken candle plugged in in front of a Buddhist niche next to the wardrobe. However, the Buddhist niche was empty, with no Buddha statue. Only a slight trace of dust outlined a hazy trace, extending toward the outside of the Buddhist niche. , as if the things above had a will of their own and crawled out bit by bit.

The traces disappeared after leaving the Buddhist niche.

Qiao Mu looked in the direction where the trace disappeared and found that it was facing the bed.

The bed was clean and tidy, with no wrinkles in the sheets, as if no one had ever slept on it.

However, under the bed frame and under the curtain of sheets, something seemed to flash past.

Qiao Mu shined his flashlight and saw that the hanging sheets seemed to be covering something.

He came closer, holding the bed with one hand and holding a flashlight in the other, looking down there.

There is something under the bed.

The thing gradually appeared as Qiao Mu squatted down.

It is a ceramic bowl with a simple pattern.

In the bowl, there are some white rice grains.

Qiao Mu reached out and wanted to take out the bowl.

But when he touched the mouth of the bowl and tried to pick it up, he felt that the bowl seemed to be firmly grasped by another force, making it difficult to move.

It seemed that another hand was snatching Qiao Mu from the bottom of the bed.

Qiao Mu relaxed a little, and when the "other party" wasn't paying attention, he suddenly exerted force.

This time, the bowl was taken out, and some rice grains were scattered on the floor, making a crisp sound.

"raw?"

Qiao Mu looked carefully with a flashlight and found that the bowl was filled with uncooked rice grains. In addition, there was some dark yellow translucent solidified grease.

It's wax.

The wax oil dripping from the burning candle was mixed with the uncooked rice, and even overflowed the wall of the bowl, flowed to the bottom of the bowl, and stuck to the floor under the bed. This was the reason why Qiao Mu couldn't pick it up easily just now.

[I don’t recommend you taste a bowl of uncooked rice, because the person who actually eats it is still hungry, and you don’t want it to be a snack tonight, right? 】

From the gap between the raw rice and the wax oil, dark red words came out.

Qiao Mu stared at these words.

Suddenly, a shallow breathing sound came from behind Qiao Mu.

He immediately turned around and found a slender woman squatting in the corner of the Buddhist niche and wardrobe.

The woman's face was pale, her lips were bitten by her own teeth, and she was trembling. She was curled up, her eyes were unfocused, and she kept muttering something in a low voice.

It's Xiaoyan.

Qiao Mu recognized the other person at a glance.

But, why does she appear here?

"sorry Sorry sorry"

This woman who was originally dressed up in a flashy dress now only kept repeating this sentence. Her mental state was unstable, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying and shocking to her soul.

"The girl who lives here is dead. Do you know who the murderer is?"

Qiao Mu put the bowl of rice on the table and tried to ask.

"sorry Sorry sorry"

Xiaoyan seemed to have become a repeater, only repeating this sentence.

[She is not innocent. When a crime occurs, some people carry knives and commit violence, some watch indifferently, and some applaud. They are all perpetrators! 】

The red words were like a poisonous snake, slowly winding along Xiaoyan's arm.

"You killed her."

Qiao Mu changed to an affirmative sentence.

".It's all his fault!"

When Xiaoyan heard Qiao Mu's words, she suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes and said in fear.

"he?"

Qiao Mu's flashlight shone on the other person's face, reflecting panic, fear, and madness.

"I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to do that. I was just curious, why did she live here, and why."

Xiaoyan was a little incoherent, and soon she hugged her head again, as if there was some terrible sound in her ears that made her afraid to listen.

Qiao Mu did not waste time with Xiaoyan, but turned his attention to the notebook on the desktop.

Follow his common sense.

No serious person keeps a diary.

There must be something fishy about this notebook appearing here.

He picked it up. This was a style from about thirty years ago. The text on the cover was straight and conspicuous, with a strong sense of age. It was probably the kind used by young people who went to the countryside.

Opening it, Qiao Mu saw the text on the first page.

"Grandpa told me that as long as my sister is fed, she will protect me and not let others bully me."

"But I know that grandpa is lying to me."

"Because my sister is just a jar of ashes."

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