Daughter-in-law

Chapter 181 The Dead Man
The old man glanced at me and asked me what to do, I motioned him to knock on the door with my eyes.

The old man walked to the door, raised his hand and began to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Someone yelled inside, then footsteps sounded, and the door was opened with a creak, and a student in shorts stood at the door.

He looked at me and the old Taoist with sleepy eyes, and asked with some puzzlement: "Teacher, why are you doing rounds at such a late hour?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned, because he had already discovered that Lao Dao and I were not the dormitory teacher at all, but two strangers he had never seen before.

"Police, here to investigate the case." The old man took out his wallet, pointed it at the student, and took it back before he saw it clearly.

Now I am completely convinced by that old guy, this guy really has a bit of ability to go through the rivers and lakes, the action just now is very similar to the style of the police coming out to handle the case in the gangster movie.

Obviously, the student was intimidated by him. Although he didn't see whether it was a police officer's card, he stood up straight and asked with some fear, "Uncle policeman, what's the matter with you?"

"I heard that you are dead, we are here to investigate." The old man cleared his throat and said.

"What, dead?" The student's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, and there were several exclamations from the room. It was obvious that other students were also shocked by the news.

"Haven't you heard?" The old man asked a little strangely.

Don't talk about being old-fashioned, even I find it a little strange that Wang Yuhang is obviously dead, but these students seem to be fine.

"Yes, the person who died was called Wang Yuhang, did he live in the same dormitory as you?" the old Taoist asked.

Hearing his words, the student widened his eyes and asked, "Uncle policeman, what are you kidding, Wang Yuhang is sleeping soundly, how could he be dead!"

Hearing his words, I couldn't bear it anymore and walked in directly.

All the students in the room woke up and looked at me and the old man nervously, only the upper bunk on the left side by the window remained silent, as if the people there were still sleeping with their heads covered.

"That's Wang Yuhang. He's still sleeping. I'll wake him up." The boy said and was about to go.

"Wang Yuhang, wake up, someone is looking for you, the police!" The boy shouted to the sleeping man.

After a while, the quilt was lifted, and a boy sat up, looking at me and Huang Hu sleepily.

Seeing that boy, the old man swallowed, and blinked his eyes in disbelief, because this boy was exactly the one we saw in the shop just now.

I walked over and grabbed his arm.

He didn't dodge, just glanced at me dimly, and his reaction seemed a little slow.

I lifted the sleeves of his pajamas, took a look with the flashlight, took a deep breath, and quickly turned off the flashlight.

"It's okay, you guys continue to sleep." I said and walked out with the old man, closing the door by the way.

"What's the matter, boss, is he dead?" The old man asked strangely at the door.

"Dead." I nodded.

When I got close to that Wang Yuhang just now, I could smell a faint smell of corpses on his body, which is the smell that only dead people have.

And when I opened his sleeves, I could clearly see that his arms were covered with blue spots the size of fingernails, which were corpse spots, and they were also found only on dead people.

Death is not terrible, what is really terrible is being forgotten.

Wang Yuhang is already dead, probably for a while, but sadly, his classmates, teachers, and even himself didn't realize that he was dead.

He is like a forgotten person, and this kind of forgetting is actually more terrible than death.

Through chatting in the shop, I already knew that this Wang Yuhang is a very introverted child, his usual hobby is only reading novels, and he rarely communicates with teachers and classmates.

"Boss, he is dead, what shall we do next?" the old man asked me.

I frowned, this is a problem, Wang Yuhang has been dead for a long time, but his soul is incomplete, which means that his death is not normal, but I am not sure how he died.

As for the dream he mentioned, I also have some doubts. It may not be a dream, but there is another ghost in this school, a ghost who likes to wear brown leather shoes.

"Go down and ask first." I said and walked down.

That Wang Yuhang is already dead, but his soul will not go away, he cannot be sent to the underworld, and now he cannot be told that he is dead, otherwise his soul will be scattered immediately, so the most important thing to find out now is how he died , what happened to this school.

Lao Dao and I walked to the first floor, and Lao Dao deliberately made the footsteps a little louder, almost as if he was kicking the ground with his feet.

This time, it finally attracted the attention of the dormitory supervisors. A young man with a crew cut saw us, opened the door and shouted at us, "What are you doing!"

The old man and I walked into the dormitory management office in a calm manner. The old man bent over and took out a cigarette and handed it to me, and then lit it for me.

"I want to ask you something, I hope you can answer me truthfully, has anyone died in your place recently?" I exhaled a puff of smoke and said to them.

Several dormitory teachers were stunned when they saw us. They glanced at each other, and the little crew cut asked cautiously, "Are you the police?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Grass, then what are you pretending to be big-tailed wolves, this is the school, get out of here quickly!" Hearing my words, Xiaopingtou became angry immediately, and yelled at me a little annoyed.

As he spoke, he came over and stretched out his hand to push me out.

I smiled faintly and sighed. After I became an undercover agent, I realized that ghosts are actually much easier to deal with than humans.

With a thought in my mind, the nails immediately grew out, and my fingers moved slightly and lightly pricked the arm of the little crew cut.

As if struck by lightning, he knelt down with a plop.

(End of this chapter)