The ghost man is here, teasing you hard

Chapter 11
The feeling on my shoulders didn’t reappear, but someone took off my earphones. I was startled, and grabbed them, ah, it’s hot, not cold, it must be old man Chen and the others.

I took off the blindfold happily, and saw that it was the master holding my earphones in his hand. My eyes lit up, and the matter was over. How annoying, this matter is completely stress-free for me.

When I turned my eyes to other places, I saw that the living room in front of me was no longer the gorgeous living room before. All the places with glass in the living room were broken. The scene seemed to have just been patronized by the Husky demolition team. .

"When did it break? Why didn't I hear the sound?" I wondered why I couldn't hear the glass shattered like this.

Huh, Li Ze snorted coldly, "What can you hear? Master and I called you loudly for a long time, and you didn't respond at all."

Hehe, I laughed awkwardly, "The music is too loud, yes, the music is too loud."

I looked at old man Chen again, "Is it done?"

Old man Chen sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette, lowered his head to light the cigarette, and shook his head, "The original partner is dead at home. We received a call just now, and the man said that he was scared to death, with his eyes exposed. Panic. Alas, it seems that the man will not live long."

I looked at the master and Li Ze in surprise, wondering if it failed?Will the original partner die?

Li Ze saw my doubts and nodded, "That mistress isn't entangled here, she just wants to escape."

Why did I still run away, I feel sorry, my whip guy is useless.

After this incident, old man Chen didn't force me to go back to the shop with him, and I was happy to take a leisurely ride every day in a sports car, but since then I have resolutely refused to run the night bus, and my heart is against it.

A few days later, when I was in the car for lunch, I bought a street newspaper and flipped through it casually.

Suddenly, I saw this news on the entire page. On the special page, there was a paragraph in big black characters, "Entrepreneur Zheng fell down the stairs and died at night. His wife was frightened and died before that, leaving behind a minor." child. '

I took a closer look and found that this man was looking for a mistress. Old man Chen was right, he won't live long, he just pitied their child, who was underage, and his mother died one after another, and his father died.

I shook my head and sighed, blaming the man for looking for a mistress for nothing. The original spouse and mistress are not all women, as long as they can be used.

So, I advise those who are looking for mistresses, don't end up with no one just because of the momentary romance.

I read the report carefully again. How many stairs can a person fall to his death?I looked at the photos taken at the scene, and the man's eyes were about to pop out, with a terrified and regretful expression on his face.

When I saw it, it was obvious that he died of fright. Otherwise, with those few stairs, he would have fallen and injured at most, and he would not have died.

There is another picture below, with a paragraph of text attached to the left of the picture. The expert pointed out that the dead man's main injury was on the back, because there was already a black bruise there.

I saw that the back was really dark, but when I looked carefully, I could clearly see two handprints in the blackness, one fat and one thin, with different shapes.

I rubbed my chin and thought about it. This man should have been pushed downstairs. These two different handprints may indicate that he was pushed downstairs by his wife and mistress at the same time.

Because in my memory, his original partner was quite fat, and that mistress was a slender beauty.

I folded the newspaper, this is called retribution, in the end no one owes anyone, life for life.

There was a 'click'.

Just as I stood up and was about to go back to the car and start running Didi, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, which startled me.

The screeching sound of brakes sounded next to me, and I looked over, and a bolt of lightning struck directly in front of a Mercedes-Benz, splitting the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several bolts of lightning came down, and everyone around me was stunned, including me!

I saw these lightning bolts crackling around the car, and there was no good place on the ground.

Not long after, just one or two minutes later, the lightning stopped, the thunder stopped, and time seemed to stand still. Everyone looked at the car in unison.

All I could think about was, is this Mercedes... okay?

What I'm thinking is, which immortal is this here to suffer so many lightning strikes?
The lightning and thunder stopped for a long time, and no one got out of the Mercedes-Benz. Could it be that he was frightened out of his wits?
After not coming out for so long, the spectators are also a little worried, don't let anything happen inside, after all, the lightning is really strange.

It was so courageous that he dared to go forward and open the car door. At that moment, everyone held their breath and looked inside.

The car door opened slowly, and I followed suit, only to see a charred person sitting on the driver's seat inside, motionless and obviously dead, with slightly purple hands still holding the steering wheel stiffly.

It stands to reason that the Mercedes-Benz is fine and not damaged at all, so how could something happen to the people inside?This is the weirdest part of this thing, the people inside are indeed dead.

The weirdest thing is that the burnt part of the deceased is only the head, which is intact from the neck down.

It can be seen from the clothes that this is a woman, and her age can no longer be seen. Seeing this situation, someone immediately held a mobile phone, some dialed 120, and some dialed 110.

I didn't want to get involved in this matter at first, I thought to get out of here quickly, such a strange lightning strike must not be accidental.

When I lifted my foot to leave, I don't know who owed it to reach out to grab the dead inside. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to pull the dead out of it.

Also because of the pulling action, the clothes on the deceased were pulled into a mess, and the collar on one shoulder was torn. I saw a red mark on the shoulder of the deceased, but I couldn't see what it was.

I squeezed the hand holding the newspaper slightly, sighed in my heart, and slowly moved forward to take a closer look. It looked like a handprint, and I could clearly see the five fingers...

(End of this chapter)