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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 trace and glanced at the family next door who were playing mahjong. Those people stared straight at Qiao Mu, their movements still stagnant .

"His senior year is about to get married."

Qiao Mu had good eyesight. Out of kindness, 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 slipper fell off due to the struggle, and the foot drooped on the ground, and continued to go up, it was the girl's legs, jeans, a thin green sweater, and a face as pale as dead ashes.

That is the girl living in Room 403.

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

"Did she die before the fire? Was the fire a cover-up?"

Qiao Mu quickly thought of some plots in mystery novels. In order to cover up that a person was killed, he simply set fire to the whole building, fishing in troubled waters, and crossing the sea.

He crouched 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 terrible things are yet to come, such as the one behind you! 】

Qiao Mu immediately got up and turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a figure crawling into the open room of Room 403. It was very blurry, like a puff of smoke.

"Who?"

He looked towards the dark room.

The layout of this house is similar to that of Qiao Mu's. The lights are not turned on 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.

tick-

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.

Walking forward, the door of the bedroom was not closed, but the curtains of the balcony were tightly closed, and there was a shimmer of light in it, glowing red, really eerie.

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

Beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, just ordinary.

There are only some dark yellow papers on the table, which look like Taoist priests' symbols, as well as red candles, porcelain plates, matches, etc. It doesn't seem like utensils that a girl of this age should use, except for 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 thing on it had its own will, crawling out bit by bit.

The traces disappeared when they left the altar.

Qiao Mu looked in the direction where the trace disappeared, and found that he 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.

But, under the bed frame, under the curtain of the bed sheet, something seemed to flash past.

Qiao Mu shone the flashlight and saw that the hanging sheet seemed to cover something.

He approached, leaning on the bed with one hand, holding a flashlight in the other, and looked 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 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 was firmly grasped by another force, making it difficult to move.

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

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

This time, the bowl was taken out, and some rice grains were spilled 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 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. That's 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 turned his head immediately, and found a loose woman squatting in the corner of the altar and the closet.

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.

Just, why did she appear here?
"sorry Sorry sorry"

This beautifully dressed woman only kept repeating this sentence. Her mental state was not stable, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying and shocking to her heart.

"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 seems to have become a repeater, only repeating this sentence.

【She is not innocent. When crimes happen, some people commit violence with knives, some stand by with cold eyes, 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!"

Xiaoyan suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes wide when she heard Qiao Mu's words, 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 does she live here, why."

Xiaoyan was a little incoherent, and soon, she hugged her head again, as if there was some terrible voice in her ear, which made her dare not 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 30 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 full, she will protect me and prevent others from bullying me."

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

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

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