Chapter 620 Birthday Gift

Zhao Xingguo stepped back a few steps, his face pale. Although he had prepared himself mentally in advance, the sudden sight of this scene still made his heart beat faster. Read

"What's wrong?" Fu Fu asked.

"There is a person." Zhao Xingguo stuttered uncontrollably when he was nervous, "He was hanging on the beam."

The person hanging on the beam

"Did you see who it was?" Jiang Cheng asked immediately.

"No, no, I only saw a pair of legs." Zhao Xingguo answered honestly. When he thought of the pair of legs hanging in the air swaying slightly, he felt cold all over.

It's useless to guess outside the door. If you want to find out the truth, you can only go in and see.

But before going in, you have to deal with Zhao Xingguo first. Since Pan Du and Linghu Yong got into trouble, he seems to have changed into a different person, and his mental state is always unstable.

Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him and said in a cold tone: "Control yourself. If you are really scared, stay outside."

The situation inside is unclear. If you rashly take Zhao Xingguo in in this state, you may cause trouble.

Perhaps he understood what Jiang Cheng meant, Zhao Xingguo shuddered, how dare he stay outside alone.

Recently, he also felt that his mood was not right, so he adjusted it immediately. After taking a few deep breaths, his temperament became much calmer.

Jiang Cheng nodded, exchanged glances with Fu Fu, and the two slowly pushed the door open, one on the left and one on the right.

An uncomfortable friction sound was heard, and the next moment, the cold moonlight shone into the room, and the vision became wider.

The scene in front of them made everyone pause.

It was not the one person Zhao Xingguo said, there were 5 bodies hanging on the beams!

The bodies were arranged in an interlaced manner, and due to the light, the upper body could not be seen, only two drooping legs could be seen.

A gust of cold wind blew, and many legs swayed slightly, and there was a faint "creaking" sound of the ropes being overloaded.

Now Zhao Xingguo finally understood why the man who led the way did not let them come in to see.

In the middle of the night, seeing such a scene suddenly, the timid people would be scared to death on the spot.

But after looking at it for a while, everyone also saw the problem. These were not real dead people, but fake people made of straw.

The straw man was covered with clothes, so at first glance, it was thought that it was a real person hanging on it.

"It was a scene simulation." Zhao Xingguo whispered, "Not long ago, someone was indeed hanged on the beam, but the body was taken away. The straw man was used instead to facilitate the case."

Five people were hanged at once, and the scene was despairing.

The straw man was more delicate than expected. The straw man closest to them wore black pants on the lower body, which was relatively bloated, and a leather jacket on the upper body.

The leather jacket was very long, almost reaching the knees, giving people a heavy sense of age and a very prestigious look.

The other straw man next to the straw man was wearing a floral cotton jacket, obviously a woman.

Combined with what Wu Dali said, these two straw men should represent Mr. Feng and the old lady of the Feng family. They were hanged here.

"No wonder they thought we were related to this case at the first time." Staring at the other straw men, Fu Fu said.

The other three straw men were dressed in the clothes of Pan Du, Linghu Yong, and Chen Qiang. At this moment, the three straw men wearing their clothes were hung under the beams of the house. The scene was very creepy.

Obviously, when they were found, they were hung together with the bodies of Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng in this auditorium.

No, it should be called the mourning hall now.

After all, the black and white portraits of Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng were placed on the table in the center.

The place against the wall was full of white paper flowers and paper money.

Several crudely made paper men and women leaned against the wall. Their exaggerated facial features became more and more weird in the blurred light, as if they could come alive at any time.

A box placed in front of the portrait attracted their attention.

The box looked like an ordinary gift box, as if it was brought by a relative or friend who came to the Feng family to express condolences and was placed here casually.

It was simply wrapped with a thin hemp rope a few times and tied a knot at the end.

Just pull it gently, and you can know what is inside.

Looking at the gift box, everyone felt strange. Zhao Xingguo looked around, trying to find out what went wrong.

Slowly lifting the gift box, Jiang Cheng's first feeling was that it was light.

Very light.

If there was no shaking inside, he would even think that the gift box was empty. He shook the gift box gently, and the feedback from the things inside was very strange.

Across the gift box, he could feel that the things inside were not small in size and very rough, because he could hear the sound of scratching the inner wall of the gift box, as if there were many rough spikes.

The next second, he immediately put down the gift box and stepped back.

"What did you find?" Fu Fu was looking at Mr. Feng's portrait, and was caught off guard by Jiang Cheng's sudden action.

Jiang Cheng stared at the gift box and whispered, "It's a straw man."

Hearing this, Zhao Xingguo swallowed his saliva and moved away from the gift box like a conditioned reflex.

The straw man is the source of the curse. If Zhao Xingguo were to describe it, the straw man would be more like a cursed doll. Anyone who has anything to do with it would be dragged into a dream and killed by the ghost.

This gift box is placed in a prominent position. Anyone who has been here will definitely notice it. If you open it rashly, the consequences

This is a trap.

After realizing this, Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and tried to minimize the range of motion, "Don't move anything, slowly retreat."

One step, two steps. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. The further away from the gift box, the calmer the uneasiness in my heart becomes.

Just when Zhao Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief,

"How did you get in?" There was a sudden explosion from behind, and it sounded like it was right at the door, "Didn't I tell you not to come in?!"

It was the voice of the young man, the one who had brought them here.

It could be heard that the young man was angry that they did not listen to him and entered the scene rashly.

Zhao Xingguo was startled, and subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, "Don't get me wrong, we are."

The next second, the sound stopped suddenly.

Zhao Xingguo's eyes widened and he looked behind him, his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.

There was no one behind him.

Not only that, the road he just walked disappeared, and even the door disappeared, leaving only endless darkness behind him.

“Too bad”

"Idiot!" Fu Fu and Jiang Cheng stood together in the center of the mourning hall, with no trace of Zhao Xingguo around.

As soon as the sound started, they knew something was wrong.

So no one answered, and no one was stupid enough to look back.

Along with Zhao Xingguo's disappearance, there was also the strange atmosphere in the mourning hall. Fu Fu stepped forward and picked up the gift box in front of the portrait.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to stop him, he saw Fu Fu lift up the gift box and face one side towards him, "Thanks to that idiot, we are safe now."

Jiang Cheng noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of the gift box, and the edges were ragged, as if it had been dug out from the inside with his claws.