Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1682: Was Her IQ Too Low?

Chapter 1682: Was Her IQ Too Low?

No more news arrived regarding her parents. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

As for the grandmother’s husband, he pa.s.sed away a long time ago.

Therefore, the grandmother and granddaughter depended only on each other.

The reason Fan Junyang chose this place was that it was the only two-story house in the neighborhood. It was large enough to accommodate thirty-two club members.

Though it was a two-story house, it was dilapidated.

“Throw the body out,” the uncle said bluntly.

Ning Shu really couldn’t bear to look at the corpse that had all its organs exposed. She reached out to drag the corpse when Mei Ziqing volunteered, “I’ll help you.”

Stepping deep into the snow, they carried the body to the foot of the compound wall.

Ning Shu stuffed snow into the corpse’s abdominal cavity before covering the corpse with snow, thus slowing down the decomposition of the corpse.

As Mei Ziqing helped pile snow onto the corpse, she asked Ning Shu, “Who do you think will be next?”

“Who knows?” Ning Shu had no idea why the culprit commited the murders or what methods they were using.

The motive for the murder was unknown, the method they used was unknown, and everyone was a suspect.

Ning Shu used the snow to wipe the blood off her hands and suddenly asked Mei Ziqing, “You said you’re psychic. Did you see the soul of the victim?”

Mei Ziqing shook her head. “No, I didn’t feel anything.”

Everyone has a soul. Did the soul of the victim dissipate so quickly?

Ning Shu was muddled. Was her IQ too low?

The snowfall was getting heavier and before long, Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing were covered in snowflakes.

Mei Ziqing pulled Ning Shu back into the living room where several people were sitting around a table.

All of them were task-takers and they were currently discussing the situation.

Each person was coming up with an idea to slowly sort things out.

“Ouch! I’ve got a mouth ulcer.” A boy covered his mouth.

The boy turned his gaze to Ning Shu’s face and said, “I heard that a girl’s saliva could cure mouth ulcers.”

Ning Shu shook her head. “That has no scientific basis.”

Why would he talk about such trivial things when they were in such a serious situation?

Lu Shanshan was clearly prettier, so why didn’t he ask Lu Shanshan for spit and instead asked her for it? Could it be that this body was pretty too?

Based on those sloppy mannerisms of his, it was obvious that this was the same 795 who previously spoke out against the expert task-taker and called her an expert wh.o.r.e.

“Share your saliva with me, won’t you? It hurts so much when I touch the sore with my tongue,” 795 told Ning Shu.

Ning Shu was getting annoyed. She hacked up a mouthful of phlegm from her throat onto the table. “There, lick it.”

795: …

Everyone: …

The uncle looked at Ning Shu with a stern murderous aura. “Wipe it off.”

Ning Shu: …

Ning Shu grabbed some straw paper to wipe off the spit and 795 stopped asking her for her saliva.

Zhang Jiasen silently looked at Ning Shu with a deep, unreadable look in his eyes.

“Ah!”

“Someone’s dead!”

Editor: Sam

Translator: Kaho