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Chapter 4 The Ancestral Temple

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    I took a few steps back and touched the Swiss Army knife hanging on my waist.  Everything that happened in front of me was so weird that I didn't know how to react for a while.

    Just when I was in a daze, I suddenly felt a slight coolness on my neck.  Raising my hand to touch it, I felt something like a few thin threads wrapped around my neck.

    not good!  An ominous premonition flashed by, and I suddenly felt suffocated, and a tingling pain came from my neck.

    Damn, someone is trying to strangle me!

    I hastened to grab the thing wrapped around my neck with all my strength.  But that thing seemed to be growing on my neck, and I couldn't pull it off no matter what.  After a while, I felt short of breath, and my eyes began to blur.

    I felt a chill in my heart, thinking that this is the confession here.  He died before leaving the teacher, and he didn't know for whom he died in the end.  There are so many dead people in this ancestral hall, I will be added in the future.  By the way, I am not from Fengshan Village, can I be buried here

    In a trance, I felt a shadow slowly emerge in front of me.  Human-like but not human-like, with a black body, red hair and green eyes, and an extremely ferocious face.

    But in an instant, this ugly shadow turned into a very beautiful woman again, smiling provocatively at me.  The moment I closed my eyes, I thought to myself: Damn, what kind of dream do you have before you die.

    At this moment, I heard a "bang", as if the door was knocked open.  Immediately, Old Zhao's voice sounded eagerly: "Xiao Song, Xiao Song!"

    But my consciousness has gradually blurred, and after a while, I passed out.  After an unknown amount of time, I felt someone patting my cheek.  Slowly opening my eyes, seeing a hideous grimace in front of me, I couldn't help jumping up with a groan.

    After jumping up, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my neck.  When I touched it with my hand, it was wrapped in gauze.

    I took a closer look at the person in front of me, and it turned out to be Lao Zhao.  He had turned on the flashlight just now, and the light from the flashlight shone on his face, covered by shadows, almost like a grimace.

    "Master, people are scary!!" I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

    Old Zhao said: "I was just outside the door. I just checked something, but I saw that you were gone. When I entered the door, I saw that you had fallen to the ground."

    After listening to his words, I recalled the situation just now, and then hurriedly asked: "Master, did you bandage my wound?"

    Old Zhao nodded, and said with a cold snort: "I warned you earlier, with skills like yours, it's better not to follow me."

    I wondered: "Master, didn't you see anyone else when you came in? It seems like someone strangled me with a rope just now!"

    Old Zhao said coldly: "I didn't see it. When I entered the door, I only saw you lying on the ground."

    Only then did I think of the coffin, and saw that the old lady who had sat up had already lie down in it again.  The sound of scratching wood was gone.

    "Master, did you see that old lady when you entered the door" I thought about my vocabulary, thinking that if I used the word fraudulent corpse, it seemed too contrary to my profession

    Old Zhao said: "You opened the coffin? It's okay, why do you open someone else's coffin?" After speaking, Old Zhao turned around and pushed the lid of the coffin.

    I took a photo of the old lady with a flashlight, but was surprised to find that the old lady also had a few thin strangle marks on her neck.

    Just as I was about to take a closer look, Lao Zhao had already pushed the lid of the coffin on.  I glanced at Lao Zhao's calm expression, and I always felt that something was wrong.  With Old Zhao's eyes, it's impossible not to see the strangle marks on the old lady's neck, and he answered my question out of context, is he hiding something?

    "It's getting late, let's find a place to stay first." Old Zhao said.

    "Where do you live?" I asked.  After the near-death just now, coupled with the occasional stinging pain from the inexplicable wound on my neck, I feel uncomfortable all over.

    "Let's stay at Zhang Peiliang's house. He's still in the county hospital. I've said hello to his family beforehand," Lao Zhao said.

    So we went to Zhang Peiliang's house.  His wife also went to bed with him. There was only one teenage boy in the family, who was said to be Zhang Peiliang's nephew, and he lived here temporarily.

    After putting down the luggage, I looked in the mirror and untied the gauze on my neck, and found that there were several fine strangle marks on my neck, as if strangled with wire.  But this fineness is thinner than iron wire, like hair.

    Before I left with Lao Zhao, I checked around the ancestral hall, and there were no footprints of others.  In other words, apart from the two of us, no one else has entered the ancestral hall tonight.  So, what was it that manipulated the old lady's body and tried to strangle me?  !

    The more I thought about it, the more terrifying I felt, but Lao Zhao didn't know what he was thinking about all night, and he ignored my questions at all.  After a while, he lay down and fell asleep.  I'm?80% is sleepy and confused, maybe I misread it.  "Speaking, the child rubbed his eyes, and went back to sleep in the house full of dissatisfaction.

    I stared blankly at Old Zhao, and asked suspiciously: "Master, I lost your body temperature just now when I touched you. I thought you were killed by someone."

    Old Zhao frowned and said, "Did you curse me to death?"

    "Then why are you staying in the closet?" I asked.

    Old Zhao frowned and said, "I'm going to the closet? Are you dreaming?"

    I stared into Lao Zhao's eyes for a long time, and found that his expression was calm and not fake, and I couldn't help wondering if it was just a dream of mine.

    I sighed, thinking that probably I was frightened in the ancestral hall today and had hallucinations.

    Thinking of this, I wanted to continue to lie on the bed and sleep, but my eyes passed by the bed inadvertently.  At this glance, I happened to catch a glimpse of the paper dust I found at the foot of the bed just now.  There are still my fingerprints on the ashes of the paper.

    My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately realized that it wasn't a dream just now.  Old Zhao really died in the closet.  But who is this resurrected in front of me?

    Thinking of this, I felt a chill on my back.  I turned my head to look at Old Zhao, and saw that he was also looking at me thoughtfully, with an unfathomable light in his cold eyes, which made me uneasy.

    I touched the Swiss Army Knife on my waist, and smiled at Lao Zhao: "Masterdon't you, don't you rest?"

    Old Zhao said lightly: "Go to bed first."

    When I heard this, I became more sober.  I can't tell whether this person in front of me is a human, a ghost, or someone else pretending to be, how dare I fall asleep in front of him?

    Thinking of ghosts, I couldn't help but smile wryly.  Originally, I didn't believe it the most, but everything that happened now is too unbelievable.  Unless I have a mental problem and can't distinguish between hallucinations and reality, I really can't explain how Lao Zhao came back from the dead and was sitting in the closet strangely!

    "There are still four hours before dawn, let's sleep for a while." After saying that, Lao Zhao threw away his cigarette butt, went to bed and lay down facing the wall.

    I stayed by the bed for a long time, and after seeing him fall asleep motionless, I went to bed shivering, stared at his back for a long time, saw that there was no movement, and fell asleep uncontrollably.

    But this sleep was not very secure.  I don't know how long it took, I heard the sound of birdsong in my ears.  When I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window was white, and it was already morning.  But the room was still dimly lit.  At this moment, I saw Old Zhao packing his suitcase sideways to me.

    I saw a few strands of thread-like things wrapped around Old Zhao's hands, which shone silvery in the faint skylight.

    Immediately, I remembered the few tiny strangle marks on my neck, and immediately lost all sleepiness.  Could it be Lao Zhao who wanted to strangle me?  ?

    impossible!  I immediately vetoed the idea.  If Lao Zhao was the one who wanted to kill me, why did he save me again?  And Lao Zhao is a criminal policeman, how could he enforce the law and break the law?

    Thinking of this, I half-closed my eyes and continued to observe Lao Zhao's movements.  I saw him bundle these thin thread-like things together, carefully put them into a glass bottle, and put a wooden stopper on it.  After that, he picked up a scroll painting in the box and unfolded it.

    I took a closer look at the pattern on the painting, and I was even more surprised.  The painting is of an unusually glamorous woman, wearing a gorgeous dress, but her shoulders are bare.  Wearing a corolla headdress on her head, a few strands of hair hang down, and a sultry and weird smile curls up on the corners of her lips.  The woman's face was lifelike, as if she was about to step out of the painting.

    But what surprised me the most was that the woman's appearance was exactly the same as the phantom that appeared in front of me before I fainted in the ancestral hall!

    At this time, Lao Zhao drew a few strokes on the painting with his fingers, and then he rolled up the scroll and put it in the box.  The moment he closed the box, I caught a glimpse of a silver pistol inside.

    But it was a very old-fashioned revolver, shining silver, and it was not a gun issued by the city bureau at all.  And this time we are only here to check for clues, not to arrest people, and we didn't bring a pistol at all.

    At this point my mind was even more confused.  Afterwards, Lao Zhao closed the box and re-locked it with a combination lock.

    I quickly closed my eyes, turned over, and sat up on the bed as if I had just woken up.

    Old Zhao looked back at me and asked, "Are you awake?"

    I rubbed my eyes and asked, "Master, you woke up early enough. Are we going to look for clues today?"

    Old Zhao replied: "No, we will go back to the Municipal Bureau today."

    I wanted to continue asking, but remembering Lao Zhao's weird behavior, I swallowed the question anyway.  I don't want to stay with him another night, it's too scary for your mother.

    It's no wonder that Lao Zhao doesn't like others to follow when he handles the case. It's no wonder that such a weird behavior doesn't scare people to death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)It's not surprising that it doesn't scare people to death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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