Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 1111 Black Sunday (31)

It turns out this method really works and I feel much better.My head was not so dizzy, and my eyes were not blurred. I quickly picked up the Walkman on the ground, and I didn't know which key was the on-off key, so I pressed each one.

It was finally turned off. I breathed out a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, my hands shaking.

I turned to look at Fang Jinghe. At this time, her back was turned to me. Suddenly, she looked up to the sky and shouted: "I can't stand such a sad world anymore. Mom, can you take me away?"

As soon as she finished saying this, her head turned suddenly in a full circle, and with a "click" sound, her neck was broken. Her head shook up and down facing me, and she stared at me with a pair of round and big eyes, slowly Slowly, blood flowed out from her seven orifices.

"Ah -" I held my head and screamed hysterically. Rui Rui ran in. I quickly got up and covered Rui Rui's eyes and escaped from Fang Jinghe's boudoir.

In the living room, I was so sad and scared that my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even press the keypad on the phone.

In the end, Ruirui dialed the school's phone number and called He Kaifeng and Siemens.

Siemens poured me a glass of warm water and sat beside me to accompany me silently. Ruirui touched my face with her little hands and said, "It's okay! Don't be afraid."

After a while, he came around behind me and rubbed my back, and asked me, "Mom, are you feeling well? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

I always say: Ruirui hits his back, and he feels exhausted, it feels so good!
Seeing my pain, he thought of giving me a slap on my back. I couldn't muster the energy to speak, so I could only let him give me a light slap with his little hands.

After He Kaifeng saw Fang Jinghe's miserable body, he looked at the cassette player and asked, "Are this Walkman and the Black Sunday cassette his own?"

"I don't know." I said dazedly.

"The police are coming soon. Should we take Leilei away? She may be mistaken for the murderer." Siemens said.

He Kaifeng raised his head, looked around, and said to me, "You just said that Fang Jinghe's father invites a Filipino maid to come once a week, right?"

I nodded sadly, "Fang Jinghe is so pitiful. She hasn't seen his father in three years. She had already started crying sadly before Black Sunday rang."

"It seems that it was Fang Jinghe's self-pity and self-sorrow that automatically triggered Black Sunday." He Kaifeng said: "Since a Filipino maid is hired, there should be surveillance in this home that can be retrieved by the police. Ling'er should be fine."

Thinking of that poor child Fang Jinghe, I cried and complained, "Didn't we already destroy the vinyl records? Why is there still Black Sunday?"

Siemens said helplessly: "Gramophones and vinyl records can be destroyed, but sounds can be copied. Depending on the situation, not only this copy of the song may be copied, but someone may also get into trouble."

We waited at Fang Jinghe’s house until the police came. The police took away Fang Jinghe’s body and notified his rich father.

Later, I heard that his father didn't even dare to look at Fang Jinghe, but still called the Filipino maid to handle everything.

Fang Jinghe was an unrecognized child. His father had a decent family, so naturally he did not dare to collect the body or speak out about seeking justice for Fang Jinghe.

I was taken to the police station by the police. He Kaifeng and Siemens followed me to the police station and waited for me outside the investigation room.

I told the police the whole process of Fang Jinghe's stay in the boudoir until his death. After the police took my confession, they took out the surveillance camera and watched it again, and finally ruled out the suspicion of murder.

(End of this chapter)