Chapter 68: Magic

He Zhixin swallowed his dry throat and said: "Six years ago, shortly before Old Yu went missing, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and happened to see Old Yu pushing two large trash cans upstairs... I'm familiar with Old Yu, so I shouldn't have seen it wrong..."

"You mean, the person who stole the trash cans was Old Yu?" Qi Fei frowned and looked at He Zhixin with suspicious eyes.

He Zhixin felt guilty under the gaze and backed down: "Forget it, forget it, I must have remembered it wrong. After all, it's been so many years, and I wasn't fully awake..."

As he was speaking, Qi Fei's phone vibrated, seemingly having received a message.

He took it out and looked at the content, blurting out: "This is really seeing a ghost!"

"Brother Fei, what's wrong?" Wu Shanqiu immediately leaned over curiously, and after seeing the content, looked at He Zhixin again.

"What, what's wrong?" He Zhixin was made even more uneasy by their performance.

Only Zhong Kui stood at a distance, quietly watching all this.

"The DNA identification result of that male skeleton came out; it's not Old Yu..." Wu Shanqiu said in surprise.

"It looks like you didn't remember it wrong," Qi Fei said to He Zhixin.

Hearing this, He Zhixin looked complicated. After a long silence, he sighed and said: "With my friendship with Old Yu, I hope in my heart that he is still alive, but also..." He didn't continue, looked at the overcast sky, "It's getting dark, I have to close the door. After knowing that a corpse was found in Old Yu's house, I bought a treadmill for my wife, and we close the door and don't go out when it gets dark." He said this and didn't even say goodbye, just "bang" closed the door.

This identification result was indeed a bombshell for everyone, which meant that Old Yu, the only "ghost" in Guiyue Apartment who could freely enter and exit every household, was back.

In Room 301, except for the oil spots splashed when Sha Gou cooked hot pot in the center of the living room last time, everything else maintained the original furnishings, but because no one had taken care of it, it was already dilapidated.

"Alright, now something happened in Room 401 upstairs too. If you ask, only the family downstairs is left," Qi Fei said with a bitter smile.

"Ah, doesn't that mean we have to see that Zhao Xiaozhen again?" Wu Shanqiu said.

Zhao Xiaozhen had just returned and happened to meet them again.

When it came to understanding the situation, she had no resistance and opened her door, letting the three enter the house.

As soon as they entered, they saw an unexpected scene: Wang Dakang was wrapping his hand with a towel, and blood had already seeped out. Behind him in the bedroom, a bloody knife was thrown on the bed, and a ladder was leaning against the wall next to it.

Zhao Xiaozhen immediately exclaimed: "Dakang, what happened to you?"

Wang Dakang endured the pain while cursing at Zhao Xiaozhen: "You still have the nerve to ask what happened? The bedroom light was broken, so I climbed up to fix it. When I reached my hand into the ceiling to touch the light tube, a piercing pain came, and a large cut was opened. Look at what I dug out from inside!" As he spoke, he angrily pointed at the bloody kitchen knife on the bed with his uninjured finger.

Zhao Xiaozhen saw it and blurted out: "Eh? I've been looking for this knife for a long time; how could it run into the ceiling?"

Wang Dakang was even angrier when he heard this and cursed: "Are you sick in the head? Why did you hide the kitchen knife in the ceiling?"

Zhao Xiaozhen was stunned: "It's not like you don't know I'm afraid of heights; how could I put the knife there? Speaking of which, I've been looking for this knife for a long time and couldn't find it; how could it run to such a strange place?"

Qi Fei stepped forward and asked: "Are you okay?"

Wang Dakang endured the pain: "I'm fine!"

"You said the knife was right there?" Qi Fei asked, pointing to the corner of the bedroom ceiling.

"Yes, this place is really getting more and more evil!" Wang Dakang was obviously in a fit of anger.

Qi Fei walked straight to the bedroom and looked up. This kind of decoration popular in the 1990s used wooden plywood to make ceiling designs. The wooden structure that looked like it was actually hollow inside.

Qi Fei was much taller than Wang Dakang and climbed up the ladder, just able to see the inside of the ceiling.

I saw that there were fresh bloodstains near the light tube. It seems Wang Dakang was really cut there.

Qi Fei, who climbed down from the ladder, looked at Zhong Kui, who was following him into the bedroom. She had been staring at the ceiling as if she were in a trance. Qi Fei called several times before she came back to her senses, not at all like the quick-witted person she usually was.

Suddenly she turned to Zhao Xiaozhen and asked: "The sound you said you kept hearing before, was it the sound of something rubbing against the floor, so you said it was like brushing a wall or sweeping the floor?"

Zhao Xiaozhen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I can't describe it either. It's like sweeping the floor but not entirely; it's that kind of swish-swish-swish sound. It's been several years."

After listening, Zhong Kui turned to Wang Dakang and asked: "Do you have the habit of taking a nap?"

Wang Dakang nodded without understanding: "Yes, what's wrong?" Not only him, but everyone didn't understand why Zhong Kui asked this question.

Only Qi Fei vaguely thought of something. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly rushed out of the door without a word, ran upstairs, crossed the cordon, and rushed straight to the bedroom of Room 301.

"That corner cabinet has been moved, right opposite the position of the ceiling downstairs!" Qi Fei said, lifting the floor at that position.

"Shanqiu, you go down and put the knife back into the ceiling slot," Qi Fei said without looking back to Wu Shanqiu, who followed him up.

Wu Shanqiu didn't understand what this meant, but she did it anyway.

Soon, everyone in Room 201 saw a scene that shocked them. The knife that had originally fallen into the ceiling slot suddenly flew up, as if it had a life of its own, sticking to the ceiling and moving outward, until it was above the bed, then suddenly fell, cutting directly into the pillow. The sharp blade cut through the fabric of the pillow.

Wang Dakang subconsciously touched his neck, unable to imagine what terrible thing would happen if someone were sleeping on the bed.

While everyone was silent due to astonishment, Qi Fei's anxious voice came from the other end of Wu Shanqiu's phone: "How is it?"

"Brother Fei, the knife fell! How did you do it?" Wu Shanqiu asked on the phone, unable to believe it.

And Zhao Xiaozhen was even more dumbfounded: "How can you all do magic? What kind of police station are you?"

Only Zhong Kui was calm: "It's not magic, it's just that I'm good at connecting all the inadvertent details together."

At this time, Qi Fei had already rushed downstairs again, saw the kitchen knife stuck in the pillow, and said to Wang Dakang: "It seems Sha Gou saved your life."

"What silly dog?" Wang Dakang had forgotten the pain in his hand at this moment; after all, he had almost lost his life.

"This is not important. What's important is that someone wanted to create an unexplainable death, but the plan was interrupted by an accident," Qi Fei said seriously.

He showed a large magnet in his hand, as if he had returned to that noon when he met Sha Gou... ===== CHAPTER 69 =====