I walked out of the inner room and looked down at Luo Wei, who was sitting on the ground with fear, reached out and helped him to the sofa, sat down next to him, and took a cup of tea and sipped slowly, continuing the topic just now: "Professor Luo was abrupt just now, let's continue to talk about Xu Xianan."

"Officer Jun," Luo Wei trembled as he spoke, his eyes widened and stared ahead, as if he was about to stare into the things in front of him, "Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable. You have anything to ask next time. I will tell you everything I know next time."

I turned the teacup in my hand and looked at Luo Wei's mouth silently. His face was indeed ugly, just like someone who had just experienced the life and death disaster. If I continued to ask this, he would probably not be able to ask anything even if he was in poor condition. I put down the teacup and stood up and reached out to hold his hand and shook it with him: "Okay, that's it today, I'll come again tomorrow."

"Goodbye Officer Jun, I feel uncomfortable suddenly. I'm so sorry." Luo Wei sent me to the door, and I didn't say anything. Since he knew Luo Wei, he couldn't run away.

The door closed, and I walked downstairs to the closed door with my back to Luo Wei. A gust of wind blew through the cold and penetrated into my shirt. I stopped and turned around to look at the closed door. The originally stuffy breath in the corridor cooled down in an instant. I looked around in confusion, and my heart became even more strange. Suddenly, the temperature of the coldness was broken. I was confused for only a moment, and there was nothing strange about these small things.

I walked out of a building and stood downstairs and looked at the windows of Luo Wei's house. Today, Luo Wei's performance was too abnormal. If something happened abnormal, there would be something to happen. This case is probably about to appear in Luo Wei. God will pay attention to those who are interested. Luo Wei knows something no matter what, right? In fact, according to Luo Wei's reaction today, I can directly detain him in the bureau, but he had nothing suspicious except for his incorrect reaction. Moreover, as a professor, Luo Wei was a little over detained.

When I looked at this building carefully, I always felt something was wrong. It seemed to be different from the places I came here just now, but I couldn’t tell what was different.

After I came out of Luo Wei's house, I received a call before I could sit down. After the call was connected, no one spoke. When I wanted to hang up the phone, the person there hung up the phone first. Then a text message from the person who called and didn't speak: "Is Officer Jun? I'm Bai Mingyuan, we met a week ago. I want to talk to Officer Jun about some things, so I hope you can come to the coffee shop outside the school and I'll wait for you inside. See you."

Bai Mingyuan? This name is a bit familiar. Since I met a week ago, it should be the only survivor in the dormitory. In my vague memory, he was a very quiet boy. When he first met, he didn't say a word, but just stood quietly next to Lu Zheming. He looked for me and went to see what he was going to say no matter what.

The boy said that the coffee shop was easy to find, and you could see it at the entrance of the school. There were many people coming in and out of the coffee shop, and it was obvious that the business in the shop was very good. A boy in a sweatshirt sat by the window of the coffee shop. At the age of 20, his eyes swept back and forth across the pedestrians. I remember that he was the student named Bai Mingyuan.

He has a good eye and can choose a seat by the window to avoid being heard by others. When he saw me, he immediately got up and stretched out his hand to hold me, but he still didn't say anything. Just as I was about to speak, he handed over a writing board with a row of beautiful words on it: "Police Officer Jun, I want to say something to you, and I don't know if it can help you, but I still hope that Officer Jun can listen to what I want to say."

I wrote what I wanted to say on the writing board. It turned out that there was a reason why Bai Mingyuan, a child, didn't like to talk. It was not that he didn't speak, he was just a mute! I got up and walked to Bai Mingyuan and returned the writing board to him. My eyes nodded at him at me. He smiled and took the writing board. I watched him pick up the pencil that was placed aside and started writing again.

"Officer Jun, if I say that my eyes can see ghosts, you will never believe it. But, I don't need to deceive you, this is the fact. My eyes can indeed see ghosts. According to legend, there are five kinds of eyes in the world: the naked eye of a living person, which can only see living creatures and lifeless substances, and the mortal fetus of a naked eye can only see the surface of the world; the Dharma eyes of a Taoist Buddha, which can see the evil of the world, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid demons, which is obtained through practice; the divine cultivator's heavenly eye can see everything, and the gods are raised three feet tall, which means the divine cultivator's heavenly eye, which can restore the past and occupy the future; the dead man's heavenly eye can see everything.

The eyes are called ghost eyes, which are no different from the naked eyes of ordinary people. Only dead people have them, just as only mortals have their naked eyes. However, when the ghost eyes of dead people grow on living people, there is another eye that can see yin things, which people call Yin and Yang eyes. Yin and Yang eyes, which can see things outside mortals, people can see ghosts and meet ghosts. And Officer Jun, I have a pair of Yin and Yang eyes. However, these eyes are not beneficial, but instead give me many shameful secrets. It is not a good thing to see ghosts. No one wants to look up and see a group of dead people."

I don't know how courage it would take for Bai Mingyuan to say this. I looked at the writing board seriously and did not disturb him. I can only say that Bai Mingyuan was very immature. These words were told to the criminal police that he had not caught him on the spot and confused the public. Feudal superstition and cultism were even more impossible. Fortunately, I have encountered many things in the Yin Realm, and I have money to popularize various ghost knowledge for me. I am not completely negative about Bai Mingyuan's words, and I think I can listen to him.

He continued to write on the writing board, but this time he wrote very slowly, as if every stroke had consumed all his courage. He wrote: "I saw Ah Yun, right where Ah Yun died. He was nailed to the wall by long iron nails, and blood fell on the ground along the iron nails, and his blood was everywhere. There was also a woman in red, who looked very terrifying. They were all ghosts..."

Following the Chinese characters that appeared on the writing board, my heartbeat began to accelerate. I pressed Bai Mingyuan's right hand, which was still writing words, and I asked: "Do you know how Zhang Fei and Lu Zheming died?"

"I know." Bai Mingyuan wrote these three words very quickly, and then paused for a while, as if thinking about what to say, and then wrote, "Aji suddenly remembered a necklace that he gave to Aji before. It was bought by three people in our dormitory on Aji's 20th birthday for Aji. However, Aji disappeared after he died. Aji felt that he might have fallen into the instrument room, but he didn't understand why the police didn't find it. Aji felt that this might be very important, so he went to the instrument room alone, and who knew that he would die in the next day."

"What about Lu Zheming?"

Bai Mingyuan's expression became guilty in an instant. He continued to write: "Brother Zheming died to save me. Ah Wang was gone, and Ah Fei also died suddenly. The four best people were left in the past, and only Brother Zheming and Brother Zheming were left. We couldn't accept that my friend would be gone like this, and we didn't believe that there would be no clues or traces left. At that time, I had never been to the instrument room and didn't know what was inside. There were criminal police guarding during the day, so Brother Zheming and I made an appointment to go to the scene tonight to see if we could find anything.

That night was the same as usual, and it was still hot during the day, and it was hot in the first half of the night and cool in the second half of the night. After self-study, we quietly sneaked downstairs of the utensils. There was another person at the door, named Xia Ziyou, who was a very cheerful girl. It was already an open secret for her to like Ah Ying, but Ah Ying did not respond to her again.

When we met, we greeted each other and held the flashlight toward the gate of the appliance room. Because people died in the appliance room and they all died miserably, everyone was a little nervous. Especially Xia Ziyou, she was almost pressed onto Brother Zheming. Brother Zheming was walking in front, and he would call me one or two from time to time. I clenched my fists and stared at the front, because I had yin and yang eyes, maybe I would look at Ah and Ah Pai in a while.

There was not even a trace of wind in the dark night, everything seemed to be pressed, and only the three of us approached the instrument room. In the darkness without any light, the moon suddenly emerged from the clouds. The moonlight not only did not relax us, but instead raised an unsuppressible fear, and we still gritted our teeth.

The moment I walked into the instrument room, a gust of wind blew over my face, and I smelled the dead air mixed in the darkness. Brother Zheming held the flashlight and looked around. When the light in his hand swept across the innermost wall, I saw Ahn. He was nailed to the wall like that. His blood was on the wall. Next to him was a ghost, with his back facing us, wearing blood-red clothes. However, only I could see all this. I could feel the dead air from the female ghost in red. She was a fierce ghost. If she didn't leave quickly, we would die here.

I approached Brother Zheming carefully and tried not to disturb the female ghost in red. When I walked to Brother Zheming, I wrote on his palm: 'Brother Zheming, can we leave here quickly? I have a bad premonition. Please believe me, we must leave! The faster the better!'

Brother Zheming looked at me seriously. I knew he didn't want to leave and wanted to find evidence, but Brother Zheming thought I was just too scared, so he reached out and patted me on the shoulder, but he still agreed. He said, "Okay, since you are afraid, forget it. Don't come tomorrow, just come alone. Let's go back today."
Chapter completed!