Chapter 852

Ning Shu saw the red rope on fan junyang's neck. She had seen it on Xiao Lan's neck before.

I think it's a coincidence. I didn't see the pendant. It doesn't mean that they have a relationship.

Fan junyang wiped his face and couldn't bear to see the body falling to the ground, which was deeply cut by the axe.

"I want to get out of here, I don't want to stay here." Fan junyang's eyes were red as if he were going to cry.

Everyone else was in a hurry. Seeing the members die one by one, and the death method was cruel, they could not help swearing.

"Why should I come to this ghost place?"

"I'm afraid. I'm going home..."

"He. Fuck. Of..."

"Who is it, man or ghost?"

The atmosphere of fear and impatience makes people pass through the air and doubt the people around them, just like a frightened bird.

"Fan junyang, you brought us here. I want to go home now. Go home." A boy carrying some of fan junyang's collars, a fist heavily hit fan junyang's face.

Fan junyang fell to the ground, the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood foam, he did not have a backhand, he sat on the ground and pulled his hair.

That boy also wants to hit fan junyang, and is pulled by others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it's no use killing him now."

The boy called Wang Jie sneered, "he may be the murderer, killing everyone safe."

Uncle is squatting to check the body killed by the enemy. He pulls out the axe on the front door of the body, stands up, holding the bloody axe in his hand. "What's the trouble?"

"Go to the hall and stay well. I will be rude to anyone who dares to go out."

Uncle slightly squinted at Wang Jie, who immediately lowered his head.

"Drag the body to the yard." Said the uncle lightly, turning and going downstairs.

The rest of the people were following the uncle.

795 looked at the body on the ground, sighed a long time, and moved it downstairs.

"I'll help you." Said Wang Jie.

"Good." 795 and Wang Jie moved the body down.

Ning Shu followed the two men. The body was dripping with sticky blood on the floor. Several murders had taken place upstairs. The blood on the floor had dried up and formed black and red traces.

There are already several corpses under the snowdrift in the yard, including 696 Mei Ziqing's, Zhang Jiasen's, two girls, Pan Chen's, the girl with eyes pierced, the boy with body sawed in two, the girl with axe cut to death, and the girl with heart pulled out and thrown in the toilet. Now Lin Xia has run without any news.

Ten people died in such a short time.

"Do you think there will be people who will die in a fake way, and we are still digging for bodies?" Ning Shu said to 795.

The bodies were buried under the snow, and I don't know if they were there?

795 thought about it, and he took a shovel and hoe and gave it to Ning Shu. "Then we dug and dug."

"I'll do it. Her hand is hurt." Wang Chieh said, taking the shovel.

795 saw Ning Shu's hand wrapped in gauze, didn't say anything, and Wang Jie began to dig the body.

Ning Shu stares at Wang Jie. This person has little sense of existence. It will be so positive and always give Ning Shu a rather strange feeling.

795 and Wang Jie dug up a corpse, which was frozen stiff, but the internal organs began to rot, with a strange smell.

Ning Shu examined the bodies for red ropes around their necks.

Girls wear necklaces and other jewelry, no red rope.

One is a girl from the countryside, and the president of a university club. Both of them are wearing red ropes. What's the connection.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, we need to investigate.

But Ning Shu still found a body missing, and Pan Chen, the handsome and Sven, disappeared.

Pan Chen is the back of the brain spoon hit the threshold, resulting in brain death, but now the body is missing.

"One person is missing." 795 felt his chin. "Even if he wasn't the killer, he had something to do with the killer."

Wang Jie said, "who took away his body, or he didn't die at all. Where is he hiding now?"

Ning Shu looks at Wang Jie, so active?

Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu. "Is your hand still hurting?" he asked

What's the matter with you?

Ning Shu grinned and didn't speak. He turned back to the hall, dusted the snow on his body in front of the door and said to uncle: "Pan Chen's body is missing."

Uncle just narrowed his eyes. When others heard the news, they whispered, "is Pan Chen the murderer?"

"Isn't pan Chen dead?"

“……”

"Stay in the hall. Don't go out." Said the uncle indifferently.

The weather began to darken. Everyone was hungry. There was no place to do it. They sat on the ground directly, and the sound of hunger came and went.The hall was quiet, and the faces of all the people were pale, afraid and scared, hungry and tired, and they sat back to back.

Ningshu has eaten pigudan, but she doesn't feel hungry. In addition, she has cultivated a little energy. Her body is in good condition, but the wound on her hand is itchy.

Wang Jie and 795 buried the body again with snow, bringing a chill into the room.

The old lady and Xiao Lan made dinner for everyone. Now there is less supper. The black bread is smaller than before. Just mix a bowl of boiling water and eat it.

All the people chewed and ate slowly. They were afraid that they would finish the meal. They ate one meal a day. It was still such a small steamed bread.

795 casually nibbles at the steamed bread. After eating pigudan for half a month, I'm not hungry. I can't eat any dead bumps.

"Here you are." Wang Jie tore half of the black bread to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu's face was inexplicable, and he didn't sacrifice Yan's feelings without fraud or theft.

"No, thank you." Ning Shu refused directly. I'm not familiar with you at all.

"Hiss..." Uncle squint, expression with a trace of irony, do not know is to Ning Shu or to Wang Jie.

Wang Jie sees uncle to see him. He doesn't insist on giving Ning Shu steamed bread. He eats with his head down.

The old lady brought the fire basin to the hall again. It was still fragrant wood. The room was a little warm, sending out a light fragrance.

The old woman stooped, clutching her crutch, and said, "when are you going to leave? There is no food at home."

As the leader of the team, fan junyang naturally came out to solve the problem and said helplessly, "old man, can we go to another house to buy some food and give us all the money?"

"How much food can we have in this poor place? It's good to survive this winter. There is no surplus at all." Said the old woman, shaking her head.

The look of the old lady is very bad, and her eyes are very poor, as if all the people in the room are eating for nothing.

"Well, take us in for another two days. We'll leave as soon as the snow stops." Fan junyang bit his teeth and said, "saving one's life is better than building a seven level pagoda, let alone so many of us."