In the 1960s and 1970s, people were not interested in nightlife. Formalism is greater than reality. People's lives are fulfilling and easily satisfied with the status quo. Although they are poor, they are very enthusiastic about everything.

Hanston's name; Li Shuhao, he gave such an inappropriate name himself and felt good about himself.

Is it a good or a bad thing when Yeke visits? He doesn't know, nor does he want to know. When the landlord brought the visitor, he saw him looking listless and sleepy, and he knew that he had already had a sleep.

The landlord had poor eyesight and always felt something on Dr. Li's face. He looked closer and still couldn't see clearly. He had to go back and ask, "Haha! Dr. Li is so lucky, he went to bed so early?

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"Oh! I may have had a cold recently! I always feel drowsy, so I went to bed early."

"Oh, by the way, it's just that the three of them are looking for you. I'm going to do it, you guys talk." The landlord left with a haha, leaving behind Zhiqing, Zhong Kui, and Wengen to introduce himself to Dr. Li one by one.

Then there was another tacit greeting and agreeing, entering his little world.

The attic was originally a corner, and after the three of them came in, it felt even more crowded. Without extra stools, Li Shuhao had to settle them down by the bed, and he sat down the only telescopic chair.

As soon as you enter the house, you feel that it is neat and clean, and every inch of space is used just right.

The attic was in good condition at that time, with plenty of sunlight penetrated in. Although the roof was covered with newspapers, it was clean and spotless. It was a small wardrobe, leaning against the window, and behind the door was a single model.

A single bed is against the wall, occupying the center of the house and dividing the house into two.

The pain and itch on his face made Li Shuhao feel uncomfortable, and he wanted to scratch his hands from time to time.

Looking at his face, there was a large red patch, like impetigo was about to be perforated. There was also a little blood-like red mark on his forehead, which was very eye-catching.

Zhong Kui frowned with thick eyebrows: "What's wrong with your face?"

"No..., nothing, it's just that day when I accidentally bumped into the wall at the corner." The stammering look aroused Zhong Kui's doubts.

The man subconsciously wanted to cover his itchy face, his eyes were flustered, and he glanced at them and said, "What's the matter with me?" Among these three, he was familiar with Zhong Kui because he personally did it on duty that night.

Take the patient's pulse.

"I want to know what happened on the night you were on duty?"

Facing the triple pair of sharp and questioning eyes, Li Shuhao's eyes seemed too nervous and panicked.

"Ye Xiaolan...she...what happened to her, it seemed like a heart disease relapse..."

"Stop it, what kind of heart disease recurs, nothing is there. Let me tell you first, we have only come to find you after inquiring. If you are stubborn and continue to fool you, it will not be beneficial to you."

The resounding words came from Zhiqing's mouth and also said what Zhong Kui wanted to say.

Li Shuhao was interrupted by the other party and was so panicked that he didn't know how to deal with it. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and his face, and his sweat beads were untimely.

"She...she was scared to death."

"Hmm, then what?"

"I did nothing. Later, the police intervened, we took the transcripts at the scene and left."

Zhiqing's face calmed down, and he pulled out a cigarette and hung it on the corner of his mouth. He didn't rush to light it. He looked directly at Li Shuhao's eyes and said with a strong voice, "Is that right? You know where you went that night.

We have also inquired about when you came back. As for what you said, that's your business."

Hearing these words, Li Shuhao's expression was already very nervous and became even more anxious at this moment. He didn't know what these three people did, but why was they more professional than those who investigated the case. It seemed that he had already found out his whereabouts.

It seems to be.

This was the first time Wengen saw him sweating with his fists. He saw Li Shuhao's face turning into an eggplant color, and it was not an exaggeration to describe his appearance as sweating like rain.

With a panicked look, I looked at Zhong Kui and Zhiqing, suddenly let go of the sweaty hand and made a swearing move and said, "I, I went to the morgue, but I promised not to kill Xiaolan, I dared

Swear to the sky.”

"Don't question the reason why we came today. Just tell us the purpose of going to the morgue. Are the scars on your face beaten by the corpse? They all said it one by one." Zhong Kui's eyes turned cold and cold

.The words meant asking, but they spoke in a positive tone, with a bit of intimidating domineering aura.

"Yes, this one on the face was when I wanted to pull off the circle on Xiaolan's arm, and her arm suddenly came alive, and she raised her hand to hit me on the face. Circle... I gave it to her, but it was my wife from my family.

Heirloom. She died, so I…”

Looking at Li Shuhao's funny and crying look, Wengen couldn't help laughing, and then was stared hard by Zhong Kui, and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and rubbed his nose with his hands.

Zhiqing naturally knew in his heart when he heard this. After a person dies, his tendons and cords are still active. For example, when a person dies, when he enters the incinerator, the tendons and cords will be automatically drained when they burn in the incinerator.

Roll up and shrink.

"So I wanted to get rid of it, but I was beaten by my wife?" Zhong Kui said seriously.

The bystander laughed again when he heard this...

"She is not my wife, we have no clear relationship yet." Li Shuhao argued.

"Is that true?" Zhiqing stood up, and at some point he had an extra photo frame in his hand and raised it in front of Li Shuhao and said, "What is this?"

In the photo frame, there is a black and white photo of a man and a woman who enlarged to five inches. The man is Li Shuhao himself, and the woman Zhong Kui knows the woman who just died was Li Xiaolan.

Scared! Li Shuhao was stunned when he saw the photo frame. He remembered... he remembered that it was hidden under the pillow just now, so why did it appear in the other party's hands? This is so evil.

Seeing that the momentum was almost done, Zhong Kui should close the line. He hinted to Zhiqing and let him end.

Seeing this, the latter immediately said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid. We have no intention of coming to you, but we are here to help you."

Seeing that they had no malice, Li Shuhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he still maintained a vigilant expression and said in a tentative tone: "Who are you, what do you want to know?"

Zhong Kui's eyes remained sharp and he said word by word: "We can't control you playing with other people's feelings, either, or even, but you have to tell us everything you know."

"For example..." Li Shuhao asked.

"For example, a hospital patient is missing, such as an incident that happened before Zhu Xia resigned."

Li Shuhao frowned silently, and looked a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a few seconds, his palm kept rubbing against his knees. Because his forehead was tight, he struggled hard in the conflict, and a touch of his face was highlighted.
Chapter completed!