House Management Chapter 3822: Blinded
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"What a heavy grievance!" Zhang Yu couldn't help muttering in his heart after feeling the grievance coming out of the coffin.
Seeing that nothing else came out of the coffin, Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and came to the coffin. He then lowered his head and looked into the coffin, just for a glance, then for a moment.
It turned out that there was nothing in the coffin, it was empty.
"Empty..." Zhang Yu muttered suspiciously, "What kind of battle is this, so many coffins, and such a strong resentment... How can there be nothing..."
Zhang Yu frowned and subconsciously saw the coffin lid on the side. The lid of the coffin was lifted by the yellow-turbaned man, but at a glance, it happened to be able to see the inside.
It's okay not to look at it. After seeing it, Zhang Yu's eyes straightened immediately, completely attracted by the coffin lid.
It turned out that there was no red paint on the inside of the coffin lid, on the contrary there were red lettering. From Zhang Yu's eyes, it can be directly seen that the red word is clearly written in cinnabar.
I saw it was written on it-my name is Shi Nan, and the birth date is XX month XX day XX hour XX in Yihai year. Today voluntarily dedicate oneself to nothing else.
After reading the above content, Zhang Yu was stunned again, and said in his heart: "Shi Nan...isn’t it the one in Huichang Community... As expected, she must have been here... But what does this passage mean? , Did she write it......"
The font on the inside of the coffin lid is obviously scribbled. It can be seen that the person who wrote it should have never used a brush before. Moreover, the handwriting is still a bit swaying, and it can be seen that there are some shaking hands when writing.
Zhang Yu watched for a moment, then his mind moved, and he looked at the yellow-turbaned man on the side.
The yellow-turbaned man has already started his hand, walked to the coffin on the left, as if just as before, prying open the coffin lid and flipping it aside.
This time it was the same as just now, no hidden weapons came out, only strong resentment came out.
Zhang Yu walked to the coffin and looked down. There was still nothing in the coffin. He looked at the coffin board again. The inside of the coffin board was the same as the one he had just seen, and there was a line of writing on it-my name is Yu Lan, and the birth date is XX month XX day XX hour XX in the Bingzi year. Today voluntarily dedicate oneself to nothing else.
"Yu Lan..." Zhang Yu naturally knew the name. Yu Lan's mother had also been to the police station to see her daughter's body, and Chengjue had to supervise her.
The writing on this coffin board is also scribbled, and it can be seen that there is also a tremor when writing.
Zhang Yu turned back, walked to the coffin board where heather had just been, and reconsidered the coffin board.
Comparing the two, Zhang Yu found that the fonts on the two coffin panels were obviously different, and they were not made by one person.
"It was not written by a single person...who was the person who wrote it...could it be themselves, it's not possible..." Zhang Yu muttered in his heart again.
Immediately afterwards, he gave instructions to the yellow-turbaned man, and the yellow-turbaned man went to pry open the coffin next to him. But this time, the yellow turban man did not pry open one to finish the work, but kept prying open the coffin lids one after another.
Zhang Yu followed him, he opened a coffin lid, and Zhang Yu observed.
Every coffin is the same. When the lid of the coffin is opened, a strong resentment will appear inside. The only difference is the name and birth date written on the inside of the coffin lid, but apart from this difference, there is the sentence behind it-today, voluntary dedication, nothing to do with others.
Zhang Yu was able to judge that these handwritings were all different, which made it clear that they were not written by one person. After turning around, all thirty-six coffin covers were lifted, and Zhang Yu also looked at all thirty-six coffin covers.
Originally, there was only Yin Qi in the belly of the mountain, but now it is good, and the resentment is already strong. Resentment and yin are intertwined, revealing extremely bleak and gloomy.
"Looking at it this way, 80% of these thirty-six women died here..." Zhang Yu muttered inwardly, stepped forward subconsciously, passing between the two coffins, and came to this circle of coffins. The middle position.
He closed his eyes and felt everything here with his mind.
As soon as I closed my eyes, it was pitch black at first, and then Zhang Yu could see a cloud of red mist. In the red mist, there was a faint circle of figures, these people seemed to be women. They knelt on the ground, and there seemed to be a coffin board in front of them.
"Now, you pick up a brush and write on it, my name is so-and-so, what year, month, and day is my birth date? Today, I voluntarily dedicate myself to others. No one is allowed to write. It's wrong, otherwise, I will have someone turn you around and peel all your skins!" A man's cold voice sounded.
"This is what I wrote...Can you let me go..." Then, a woman said crying.
"Of course, as long as you cooperate with us, we will not embarrass you. At most, we will let a man follow you and let you go. But if you don’t cooperate, there is only a dead end waiting for you. One." The man's cold voice rang again.
"What...and that..." the other woman said in horror.
"Now, do you have the right to bargain! You have to understand that just letting a man follow you is already considered very good, otherwise, what the consequences will be, you know yourself!" The man threatened "Hurry up and write to me, don’t talk nonsense to me! I’ll let people round you one by one now!"
"I write...I write..."...These women were obviously very scared when they heard what the man said. They picked up the brush one by one and began to write.
Soon, they all finished writing.
When they finished writing, someone stepped forward to check one by one, and then a man's voice sounded, "They are all written, there is no problem."
The man who spoke before said immediately: "That's all right. Now you can do it! Use tape to wrap their faces tightly around me, and then throw everyone into the coffin!"
"What?" "What are you doing?" "Didn't you say, let us go if we write!" "No!" "No, don't throw me in the coffin, let me do something Anything!" "Please, let me go." ... Then, a wailing voice rang.
However, their begging has no effect. Soon someone wrapped their faces completely with duct tape and threw them into the coffin one by one.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu finally understood what was going on. After these people tied the women, they first deceived them and asked them to write down voluntary dedication. Then he threw the person into the coffin and suffocated himself to death.
Cruel! How cruel!
At this moment, Zhang Yu couldn't help but said bitterly: "Just hide your ears and steal the bell! Do you really think that if these women write voluntary words, they will be able to deceive the heavens and not receive retribution! Zhang Yu will tell now You, there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and there will be retribution in the end of good and evil, but it is late and early! You are not far from retribution!"