Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

Bang!

The source of the sound was blocked out as the gates of the apartment buildings in the community were tightly closed.

"Good guy," Fang Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw Hou Yong's embarrassed appearance, and joked, "These guys are like wolves and tigers. They all look like they have never seen a man before. I think some of them are pretty good. You might as well have just followed through."

Hou Yong panted heavily and waved his hands, "Stop joking with me, I'm one head and two big now, and I'm so bored to death."

Just kidding, Fang Jun's face pulled, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's really hard to describe..."

It turns out that the incident dates back to the eventful night yesterday. After Hou Yong sent Fang Jun back to his apartment, the car was driving on the road. Thinking of what Fang Jun had said to him, he felt more and more suspicious, and decided to talk to Qiu Minghua again. talk.

However, when he called Qiu Minghua, he couldn't get through. Although he didn't dare to drink too much alcohol because he was driving, Hou Yong also felt that his brain was groggy and he couldn't get through. He probably fell asleep because no one answered at night. Not much to say.

When he arrived at the office the next day, before his butt was hot, Hou Yong was startled by the sound of the door slamming. Seeing the person who broke in, it was Zhong Qiang. Zhong Qiang was Hou Yong's good brother in the bureau. He is upright and careful, two years older than Hou Yong, just married this year, his wife is a reporter, Hou Yong frowned, "Whatever you do, make a fuss."

"It's bad, it's bad, Qiu Minghua...he's dead..."

"What's the situation?!" Shocked by the sudden news, Hou Yong couldn't help himself. He couldn't believe his ears at all. He was fine yesterday. Why did he... die all night?

Zhong Qiang handed over a document out of breath, "Just now we received an email saying that Qiu Minghua died at his home, we have sent nearby police officers to investigate, and it is true that he died at home , and, compared to death..."

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell.

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting Zhong Qiang's report. Zhong Qiang looked at the phone and it turned out to be his wife. He raised his head and gave Hou Yong a look to connect the phone.

"Hello? Umm...what...how did you know...the email?...we also received it...we'll talk about it later."

"What's the matter?" Seeing Zhong Qiang's face turned cold, Hou Yong faintly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"My wife called me to ask me about the cause of Qiu Minghua's death. She said that their newspaper office also received the email and called me to ask if it was true. I didn't expect..."

Hearing this, Fang Jun was taken aback, "So they..."

"Well," Hou Yong nodded, "When Zhong Qiang told me the news, I guessed that our police station might not be the only one who received the message, and asked them to quickly block the scene. As expected, it didn't take long for these wolf-like Hu's reporters all rushed over, fortunately they took precautions, otherwise if those reporters saw the dead body, they might..."

Speaking of the corpse, Fang Jun's heart tightened.

When I came here, I heard Hou Yong say how horrible the corpse was. At that time, I wondered how disgusting the corpse could be. Now that Hou Yong mentioned it again, Fang Jun felt puzzled, "Where is the corpse?"

"I'll take you there to take a look, it's at their house on the third floor," Hou Yong pressed the elevator, turned around, and smiled wryly, "But I still hope you have some mental preparations, especially Miss Alan, it's better not to watch it ..."