A Guest In A Ghost House Chapter 42 The People Are Dead Again

Xiao Lingdang's final words were that people are more fearful than ghosts, which was interesting coming from a child who had been so quiet and timid this entire time.

It was true that people are more fearful than ghosts, because people were more complicated than ghosts, and have more desires. No matter how evil the teacher was or how naïve Su Qing was, it seemed to me that it makes people angry and speechless.

After a long time, I calmed down, looked up, and found that Xiao Lingdang had left. In the ghosts restaurant, the number of guests had dwindled. I looked at my watch, and noticed that it was close to closing time.

We didn't know where sister Hua was, and Lulu had left the counter and was doing what I should have been doing, taking the trays to serve the last remaining guests. I finished taking care of all my tasks and hurried to help Lulu remove the empty plates on the table.

Maybe because the smile on Lulu's face was so sweet when she was serving guests, it really brought out her beauty.She gave off vibes of a neighbor's little sister. It made people unconsciously want to approach her. Unfortunately, just after she turned around, her face would return to the cold expression which no longer seemed so attractive any more.

Lulu walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped. Following behind her, I was still thinking about Lulu's smile and almost ran into her before stopping abruptly. I only heard Lulu's scolding words: "You come to work, remember."

I nodded, thanked Lulu for help me serve, and guaranteed not to repeat my day dreaming. Unfortunately, the frost on Lulu's face only got colder, it never changed until closing time came along.

When every living person had gone back home and taken a short rest, they decided it was time they called Wu Jian to talk about getting breakfast together.Although other people were sleepy, they all agreed. Chen Qianqian was the only one tha tdid not answer Xiaoyong's phone call, but since it was only 7 o'clock, we did not care.

While I was having breakfast, I told everyone what I learned from Xiao Lingdang yesterday evening, which made everyone sigh. They were all very happy because the whole story had become clear, but it was all tragic nonetheless.

While Wu Jian was still eating he took the time to call a colleague to ask for helping check some data. It was data that would confirm who the abnormal sc.u.mbag was.

This information was also very simple. It was about the person who helped gather the funds for sister Tan that same year.

The efficiency of the police data collection was excellent. After lunch,Wu Jian's colleagues had contacted him. We heard a familiar name, Zhang Sheng, from Wu Jian's hands-free cell phone.

Unfortunately, although we all knew that Zhang Sheng was a sc.u.mbag, we couldn't use a ghost's word as evidence. Even if Zhang Sheng were arrested, if we couldn't find Su Qing's child, everyone's life was still in danger.

After a great deal of joy, everyone calmed down. Wu Jian took the lead in opening up. "It seems that we can only go to that toilet and sc.r.a.pe the words written by Su Qian, and there, we may find the child's whereabouts."

Huang Xiaolong hesitated a little bit: "But Zhang Sheng will be very concerned about getting discovered. It is impossible for him to sneak away to do so."

"Bang!" Wu Jian was so angry, he slammed his fist on the table.

He Xiaoru was a little worried: "How about this? You just go in as if you're doing police work on the incident from yesterday and see what you can do yourself?"

Wu Jian thought about it for a moment, "I'll see it. I think that may be able to work."

So people began to discuss the plan Wu Jian put forward. How could they made Wu Jian leave his work to just go and blockade the scene. We needed a suitable excuse.

He Xiaoyong took out his cell phone, and instantly turned pale: "Chen Qianqian did not answer the phone. She didn't pick up her house phone or her cellphone."

All of them were shocked. I glanced at the clock on the wall in the breakfast shop. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. Chen Qianqian should have woken up at this time. I had heard that Chen Qianqian had great habits. She slept early and got up early.

I could not help but feel shocked when I thought of Huang Lei. He was still here a moment ago but now had gone somewhere else. "Xiaoyong, where is Huang Lei?" I asked.

He Xiaoyong seemed to realize that Huang Lei was missing. He stood up and looked around,"Where is that guy?"

The boss of the breakfast shop was coming in with empty bowls from the outside. Seeing that we seemed to be looking for someone, she laughed and called to us: "Looking for your friend? He is squatting outside and just hanging out there. "

We ware puzzled to go out and see Huang Lei sitting on the sidewalk staircase and staring straight ahead.

He Xiaoyong walked over, pats Huang Lei on the shoulder and said: "Brother why are you sitting on the floor."

Huang Lei seemed to be intimidated, got up from the ground immediately. When his frightened eyes saw that it was us in front of him,he felt slightly better. With a shaking hand, he pointed to the distance, and couldn't say a word.

I looked where he was pointing, at the mouth of an alley in the distance. There were garbage bags piled up,in front of them stood a wine bottle.A mouse's limbs had been tied to the ends, which made him look like the character for"big" in Chinese. The mouse's stomach had been cut, and visceral blood had flown over the ground,which meant its life would not last.

I could not help but gaga few times. I almost barfed my breakfast. He Yong's voice was trembling: "Mou,mou, mouse."

Wu Jian was comforting He Xiaoyong, when He Xiaoru suddenly exclaimed: "Qianqian, might have an accident."

At the same time, I soon came to realize that Zhang Xue died after she had seen the rat's body. Then it was Chen Qianqian that saw the rat's corpse. After finding Su Qing, we agreed to help Su Qing find her child, we temporarily felt safe but completely ignored the dead rat.

Wu Jian, without any hesitation, immediately greeted us, "Please be quick and go to Chen Qianqian's house." Then, several of us got into Wu Jian's car together and sped towards the area where Chen Qianqian lived.

Just as we arrived to her door, we saw several police cars had stopped at the entrance in the area where Chen Qianqian lived, and the yellow cord had already pulled open. My heart thumped, and I quickly got a bad feeling.

Sure enough, we saw a woman wearing pajamas lying under a truck's tire, her head and feet had been pressed under the two wheels in the front and was completely crushed under the weight of the small truck.

Wu Jian was clearly aware of the police already on the scene, after a cigarette, he asked what happened.

The policeman didn't leave anything out. "At 8 o'clock, the woman suddenly rushed out, n.o.body knew why she was lying under the truck. The truck driver didn't notice and that's what happened. I couldn't eat breakfast after looking at this scene."

Wu Jian continued to ask, "Is there any reason for her to be laying down under the truck?Was she running from something?"

The police said, "It's weird. It's supposed to be suicide, I guess the truck driver was just unlucky."

Wu Jian's face showed a puzzle expression, the policeman seemed to think he did not believe him, and he hurriedly added: "We have watched the cameras, and she did in fact come out on her own."

Huang Lei hastily continued to ask, "Is the one who died named Chen Qianqian?"

The policeman looked at Huang Lei strangely, and Wu Jian hurriedly explained, "This is a friend of Chen Qianqian that called to have breakfast in the morning, but she hadn't answered the phone all morning.

Her friend was worried about her so she came to see her. The dead person might not be Chen Qianqian. "

The police looked around us, and pulled Wu Jian aside. Huang Lei was anxious and wanted to follow, but he was pulled by Huang Xiaolong, and he said, "Don't go. It might not Chen Qianqian."

Huang Xiaolong was comforting Huang Lei, but obviously, the dead must be Chen without a doubt, because the way she died was almost the same as that of the mouse on the tea table of Chen Qianqian's.