Chapter 1077 Who Is the Murderer? (Four Thousand)

Wen Qing looked at the two people in the room, she was very confused.

In such a weird and terrifying place, neither Chen Ge nor Uncle Huang acted abnormally. She didn't know whether it was because she had never seen the market before and made too much fuss, or the cognitive level of those two had completely surpassed the scope of normal people.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing finally walked into the room. She didn't dare to sit down, but stood behind Chen Ge.

Uncle Huang sat slumped on the sofa. He didn't seem to care about Chen Ge at all, and slowly closed his eyes. His body seemed to grow together with the sofa, in a real sense.

No one bothered, Chen Ge also took advantage of this rare opportunity to look around.

The architectural layout of this room is different from other rooms. It is much smaller than normal rooms. The kitchen and bathroom are together, and there is only one bedroom and living room.

"Compared with Wen Qing's house, this room is one less bedroom and kitchen in size."

Chen Ge suspected that the source of the smell came from the missing room. He sat on the sofa for a while, and took time to study the bloodshot on the sofa.

Strange to say, when Chen Ge was sitting on the sofa, those bloodshots were just decorations, but when Uncle Huang was sitting on the sofa, those bloodshots came to life like little snakes, covering the stained sofa leather Crawling, looking extremely creepy.

"Uncle Huang can be recognized by the blood threads hidden under the stains in the house, but they only show another appearance in front of Uncle Huang."

Chen Ge didn't quite understand the relationship between Bloodshot and Uncle Huang. He wanted to try to ask Uncle Huang, but Uncle Huang seemed to be asleep. The wrinkles on his face were tightly knit together. He didn't say a word. stuck in the sofa.

"Chen Ge, Uncle Huang is probably unable to help us like this." Wen Qing was a little discouraged. She had great hopes for Uncle Huang before she came, but unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"You told me before that the house that Uncle Huang lived in was rented to him by his boss, right?"

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Then who moved to this community first, you or him?" Chen Ge asked the next question.

"When Xiang Nuan and I moved here, Uncle Huang had already lived here for a while. His boss is also quite nice, knowing that Uncle Huang had nowhere to go, so he rented the house to him at a very low price."

"Uncle Huang suffered a work-related injury,

Do you know how much his boss paid him at that time? "

"I'm not too sure about this. After all, it's Uncle Huang's private matter." Wen Qing didn't understand why Chen Ge was asking these questions.

"So in the room, only the layout of this room is different from other rooms. It lacks a kitchen and bedroom area..." Chen Ge walked around the room, sliding his hand on the wall, and finally stopped at the one next to the master bedroom. Next to the wall: "According to the architectural layout of your house, there should be a door leading to another bedroom."

Fingertips tapped the wall, and some black and red stains remained in the nails: "The surface is painted with a layer of white paint, and the inside is full of this black and red dirt."

The main reason why Chen Ge was able to find this place was because of the stench, which seemed to be something only he could smell.

Since he entered Uncle Huang's room, he has been looking for the source of the smell, but he couldn't find it. After careful identification, he came to the place with the strongest smell.

"The stench seeps in from the wall."

Chen Ge glanced back, Uncle Huang was still curled up on the sofa, it seemed that no matter what he did, Uncle Huang would never wake up.

"There is a hidden room here, and the smell in the uncle's room comes from here." Fingers kept tapping, the wall was damp and soft, there were no bricks and cement in the wall, only that black-red unknown substance.

Half of Chen Ge's finger had already sunk into the wall, and the touch from his fingertips gradually changed, as if he had touched the thin wall of a blood vessel.

Withdrawing his finger, Chen Ge used his Yin pupil to look into the small hole.

There are intricate blood vessel-like things in the wall, and in the gaps of those "vessels", Chen Ge also saw an eye.

"Is there a corpse on the other side of the wall?" Opening the backpack, Chen Ge silently took out the Skull Crusher from the bag.

"What do you want to do?!"

"Smash it through."

"We have only come in less than five minutes, and the owner is still sleeping."

"So now is the perfect time to do it."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Wen Qing felt that Chen Ge was too irrational, and doing so would definitely offend Uncle Huang, creating an extra enemy for no reason.

While the two were talking, Uncle Huang, who was stuck in the middle of the sofa, seemed to have regained some strength. He turned his head and looked at him with great difficulty: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Seeing that Uncle Huang woke up, Chen Ge stuffed the Skull Crusher into his backpack indiscriminately: "Master, are you renting this house?"

"Well, the owner's family doesn't live here. I stay here to help them take care of the house. It happens to be a place for me to settle down." Uncle Huang's tone of voice has not changed from before. It seems that no matter what happens to him, The way you speak is always the same, and it never changes.

"Understood." Chen Ge nodded.

"If there is nothing else, I won't keep you guys. I want to go to the bedroom to rest." Uncle Huang stood up slowly, and all the blood vessels on the sofa returned to normal, and all the weird things seemed to have never happened.

Trembling, Uncle Huang walked to the side of the bedroom. He coughed a few times, as if he was too weak. He held the door frame with his hand, and tapped the wall next to the bedroom door a few times with one finger.

"When you leave, close the door for me. I've been getting more and more tired recently. If you have anything to ask the landlord, he lives on the top floor. But the landlord has a bad temper, so be careful when you ask." Uncle Huang's tone had never changed. When he said the last word, his voice was slightly aggravated. He seemed to be emphasizing the word "be careful".

"Then we won't bother you. If you have any clues or see the child, you can contact us at any time. We are in this building."

Chen Ge dragged Wen Qing away from Uncle Huang's house, and closed the door for Uncle Huang when he left.

"I found that you really want to make something out of it. Just now you were going to smash the wall, but now you just leave. We finally found Uncle Huang. At least we should pester him to ask something." Wen Qing was very pleased. It is a pity that he said: "He has been living here, and he knows more about some secrets of the community than I do. Such a good opportunity was wasted by you. Why did you suddenly smash the wall? I feel that Uncle Huang is Frightened by you."

"You only saw the first floor." Chen Ge didn't elaborate. He glanced back at Granny Li. He and Wen Qing entered Uncle Huang's house just now. Granny Li, who had been following them, didn't dare to go in. She just guarded outside the door. .

"Why don't we ask Uncle Huang again?"

"No need." There were some things Chen Ge couldn't say directly. He found that Uncle Huang didn't want to help them, but he didn't dare to help them directly.

When they first met Uncle Huang, both Chen Ge and Wen Qing were taken aback by Uncle Huang's appearance. Frankly speaking, Uncle Huang's appearance is very scary, with bite marks all over his face, which makes people not want to approach him.

At that time, Chen Ge began to wonder whether the uncle Huang inside the door was different from the one outside the door. In fact, this old man also had a dark and terrifying side.

With the terrifying appearance and the pungent stench in the house, it is normal for Chen Ge to make such inferences, but then he gradually discovered that this was not the case.

When he proposed to enter Uncle Huang's house to check, Uncle Huang agreed decisively. Although he spoke very slowly, there was no sign of rejection in his tone, as if Uncle Huang also hoped that someone could enter He is a guest at home.

What's there to see in a smelly, eerie, messy old man's house alone?

After entering the house, Uncle Huang's behavior was normal and normal, but it always made Chen Ge feel a little strange.

Uncle Huang collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes. He didn't care what the two strangers at home would do.

Chen Ge didn't quite understand this. He felt that Uncle Huang was deliberately letting them observe his home.

Chen Ge also saw the problem. He found that the building area of ​​the house was wrong, and there might be two hidden rooms in the house.

Later, when Chen Ge was about to smash the wall to verify, Uncle Huang woke up "just in time". Although he didn't say a word, it can be seen that he stopped Chen Ge.

If he hadn't woken up, Chen Ge might have smashed the wall.

On the surface, it seems that Uncle Huang may be worried about the secrets in the house being exposed, but when he thinks about it in depth, he is protecting Chen Ge and Wen Qing by preventing them from breaking up with the residents of the building prematurely.

Later, a small detail of Uncle Huang made Chen Ge more certain of his speculation. When Uncle Huang walked to the back of the bedroom door, he tapped his finger on the wall next to him a few times. holes on the same level.

Uncle Huang probably wanted to tell Chen Ge in this way, Chen Ge's guess was right, there was indeed something inside the wall.

He couldn't say it, and he didn't dare to say it. He could only remind Chen Ge in this way.

"Uncle Huang should be a good person, but how can a good person survive in the door? What does he rely on to survive?"

Chen Ge suddenly remembered what Wen Qing said before. After Uncle Huang suffered a work-related injury, he found himself a job in the mortuary to look at dead bodies and clean up.

"Could there be corpses behind that wall? Uncle Huang is a corpse guard?"

Uncle Huang's last sentence mentioned the landlord, and he also focused on telling them to be careful and think about it together. Chen Ge's eyes slowly widened.

"Has Uncle Huang been helping the landlord guard the corpse?"

Chen Ge himself was shocked by the conclusion he came to. He didn't dare to tell anyone about it, and kept it in his heart.

"From this point of view, the most dangerous person in this building is the landlord. Maybe the tragedy of the whole building is related to the landlord."

So many terrible things happened in his own residential building, the landlord must be one of the insiders, but he didn't come out to stop it.

"Perhaps the real landlord is dead, and the landlord's family is among the corpses buried behind the wall."

Grabbing the backpack tightly, Chen Ge had a plan in mind: "Wen Qing, let's go to the landlord now. He has the key to go out. He should know best whether Xiang Nuan has left this building."

"OK."

Wen Qing didn't know what Chen Ge's real thoughts were. In fact, Chen Ge was already preparing to attack the landlord. The landlord didn't know the existence of him and Wen Qing. He could launch a surprise attack with the highest success rate.

After the discussion, Chen Ge and Wen Qing were about to enter the corridor when a scream came from upstairs.

"What happened?"

"Don't worry, we have to ensure our own safety first."

Not only Chen Ge and Wen Qing heard the voice in the building, but also many tenants.

After the screams sounded, the sound of the security door being opened continued to be heard in the small building, and it seemed that many people walked out of their homes.

"The voice seems to be coming from the fifth floor."

Chen Ge, Wen Qing, and Granny Li walked upstairs slowly. When they reached the third floor, they happened to see the middle-aged man who had hidden women's underwear coming out of the house.

After a simple greeting, several people walked up together.

"Why did he come out of the house? He doesn't seem like the kind of enthusiastic person."

When he came to the fifth floor, Chen Ge found that many people had already arrived in the corridor, including college student Xiao Sun and Aunt Ding.

Five or six people gathered around the door of room 504, whispering, not knowing what they were discussing.

"What happened?" Chen Ge asked Xiao Sun softly.

"Someone was killed! It's at 504!" Xiao Sun's face was pale, it seemed that this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Murder?" Chen Ge looked into 504, the living room was full of blood, and the walls were covered with horrible patterns drawn with blood.

All the furniture was spattered with blood. A girl was sitting in a pool of blood, holding the corpse of a middle-aged man and crying.

"The screams are from that girl?"

"I just came here too." Xiao Sun put his hands in front of his face, watching from between his fingers.

Wen Qing also wanted to go and watch, but was stopped by Chen Ge: "Someone died, and blood is everywhere, you should be mentally prepared before watching."

Just listening to Chen Ge's description, Wen Qing couldn't take it anymore: "It has nothing to do with Xiang Nuan, right?"

"No, the deceased was a middle-aged man."

"Then I won't watch it."

"Don't talk nonsense later, the situation is very wrong now." Chen Ge lowered his voice: "The iron door of the corridor is locked, and the key is in the hands of the landlord. If the murderer is not the landlord, he should still be in this building, maybe Right next to us."

Wen Qing understood what Chen Ge meant, and stood with Chen Ge carefully.

"The residents in the building have their own rules. The death of this middle-aged man shocked all the neighbors. It doesn't seem to be done by the tenants in the building. If the tenants in the building are excluded, those who dare to openly violate the rules in the building, Besides the landlord, it should be other outsiders."

Thinking of this, Chen Ge looked at the patterns painted with blood in the house. He found that most of these patterns were related to curses. He had seen similar paintings in Liwan Town and the old city.