There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 172: Headless man corpse

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This is a typical single-family building.

However, just when Fang Zheng was about to knock on the door, he frowned.

"Old **** stick, do you smell a strange smell when you stand at the door?" Fang Zheng looked at the old **** stick.

It's sunny and sunny.

The sun is violent.

The old **** stick was puzzled: "No, I can't smell anything, so old."

After speaking, the old **** stick slapped his nose and tried to smell the smell in the air.

"Oh, if you don't smell it, then forget it." Fang Zheng didn't explain much. On the contrary, it was the old **** stick who said that Fang Zheng was talking about the gods and talked horribly during the day.

After that, the two knocked on the door several times, but no one in the house came out to open the door.

The two turned to the back door to check again, the back door was also locked

"Could it be that Zhang Jiu and his family are not at home?"

Fang Zheng and the old **** stick only know that Zhang Jiu works as a security guard in the quarry. As for what Zhang Jiu's parents do, neither of them is clear.

So I don’t know whether Zhang Jiu’s parents are at home at this point in time.

"What happens next?"

"It seems that people are not at home?"

The old **** stick looked at Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng had been thinking about the strange smell he had smelled before. The strange smell came from Zhang Jiu's house.

Fang is in the martial arts physique, ordinary people have not smelled it, and Fang Zheng is not surprised.

Because this strange smell is very weak, very weak.

If he hadn't approached the doorway, he wouldn't be able to smell it.

At this time, the old **** stick once again used the strengths of his lips he had honed in the past, and it didn't take long for him to inquire about Zhang Jiu's family from nearby people.

"Zhang Jiu hasn't been home for a while." When the old **** stick came back again, he shook his head towards Fang Zheng.

"According to people living nearby, I haven't seen Zhang Jiu for at least two or three days. People nearby guess that Zhang Jiu may be living in a quarry or a friend's house outside."

"Because Zhang Jiu’s parents happened to be away during this time. I heard that Zhang Jiu also had a college student sister who was studying abroad. His sister encountered a telecommunications fraud. The parents were worried that a girl was out, so they went to find a girl outside. Sister Zhang Jiu has been there for several days. Zhang Jiu has a disability, and it is inconvenient to live alone to eat. It may be because of this that I have not seen Zhang Jiu come back to live in a while."

Zhang Jiu hasn't come back to live in a few days?

Fang Zheng condensed his gaze, looked at the door of Zhang Jiu's house, and reminiscent of the strange smell he had smelled before, he said to the old **** stick, "Old **** stick, help me look out for the wind."

"What?" The old **** stick did not react, and Fang Zheng had directly used a sharp ghost knife to break open the back door of Zhang Jiu's security door.

The old **** stick shakes his face with fright.

Can you give me some psychological preparation in advance, so that his heart can't stand fright when he enters people's house with unsuspecting violence.

The old **** stick hurriedly followed into the house with a nervous expression, looking around with a guilty conscience, fearing that he would be seen, as a thief in a burglary case.

In case of burglary, the sentence is not more than three years, or not more than three years, but not more than ten years, with fixed-term imprisonment.

Bring controlled knives with you, detained for five days and fined five hundred, if the circumstances are serious, you will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years.

The old **** stick felt that if he followed Fang Zheng again, his old bone would sooner or later become unsafe in his old age, and he would accompany Fang Zheng into the detention center.

The old **** stick gritted his teeth and followed Fang Zheng as soon as he entered Zhang Jiu's house, he immediately felt that Zhang Jiu's house was particularly yin qi, if the electric current was passed all over his body, his hairs would stand up, and goose bumps would explode one by one. rise.

"This room is very evil. It seems that no one has entered for several days. This room gives people a gloomy and depressive feeling."

"The old way I entered this room is very yin, I always feel that there is a person behind me, and I keep blowing air-conditioning at the old way of my neck."

The old **** club shivered, so scared that he hurriedly looked back at his back, looking like a nervous little quail, and then hurriedly chased the figure above.

After Fang Zheng entered Zhang Jiu's house, the strange smell he had smelled at the door before became more intense.

His muscles are tensed all over, with a ghost knife in his hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time, and then directly follow the direction of the strange smell, all the way to one of the rooms on the second floor.

Because of the long absence of the owner, the room has not been opened for ventilation for a long time to add sunlight and yang. The room is indeed as depressing and gloomy as the old **** stick said.

Especially when you go up to the second floor, the windows are all covered by curtains, and the sun doesn't shine, and it is so gloomy as to step into a gloomy ghost mythical creature isolated from the outside world.

Because of their sudden intrusion, the original quietness of the ghost world was disturbed.

"Little brother, do you smell a smell, as if, as if..." The old **** stick who followed Fang Zheng up to the second floor suddenly became nervous and clung to Fang Zheng's side.

"The body smells bad." Fang Zheng added calmly.

The old face of the old **** stick was frightened and looked ugly. When he came to the second floor, even like the old **** stick, he could smell the smell of corpses in the air.

This is a room door with a concealed door, squeak, and Fang Zheng pushed open the door, but it was dark inside, and the thick fabric curtain completely blocked all the sunlight from the outside.

The smell of corpses comes from this room.

Fang Zheng turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and found no dead bodies in the room. Instead, there were several pictures of men posted on the wall beside the bed.

These photos are all of the same man, who is about twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old. When facing the camera, he has a calm face without a smile on his face.

In these photos, there is also a family portrait, which is a typical family of four.

A pair of elderly parents smiled slightly restrained and happy when facing the camera. Standing beside him was a son and a daughter. The man was still unsmiling in the family portrait, and his eyes were still a little impatient, as if he was rebellious in character. The girl is a high school student with a standard little beauty, with a bright, sweet smile and a vigorous and youthful atmosphere.

"This person in the photo should be Zhang Jiu, hey, Zhang Jiu at that time, his hands are not disabled yet?" said the old **** stick.

And that girl should be Zhang Jiu's sister.

This room appears to be Zhang Jiu's bedroom.

Next, Fang Zheng and the old **** stick carefully searched Zhang Jiu's bedroom, but they failed to find the source of the body odor, which is the rotten and smelly corpse.

However, with Fangzheng's five keen senses, he found that when he approached the bed, the smell of the corpse became worse.

The closer you are to the backrest of the bed, the more the body odor becomes stronger.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was standing still in front of the bed, the old **** stick seemed to be a little nervous and deliberately asked for a relaxed topic: "I saw a news report a few days ago. I have been unable to catch anyone, and finally found out that the driver who caused the accident had been hiding in the bedside table of the rental house for nine hours..."

The knife flashed.

The headrest of the bed was divided into two, and a headless male corpse with black hair and smelly fell out.

"Mom!"

The old **** stick trembles with fright.