The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 68 Spell
He Zhixin swallowed his dry throat and said, "Six years ago, not long before Old Yu disappeared, I got up in the early morning to go to the bathroom and happened to see Old Yu pushing two large trash cans upstairs... I know Old Yu well, so I shouldn't be mistaken..."

"You said that the person who stole the trash can was Old Yu?" Qi Fei frowned and looked at He Zhixin with suspicion.

He Zhixin felt guilty after being looked at, and backed off: "Forget it, forget it, I must have remembered it wrongly. After all, it's been so many years, and I haven't woken up yet..."

As he was speaking, Qi Fei's phone vibrated, and it seemed that he had received a message.

He took it out and looked at the contents, blurting out: "It really is a ghost!"

"Brother Fei, what's wrong?" Wu Shanqiu immediately came over curiously, and after reading the content, she looked at He Zhixin.

"What, what's wrong?" He Zhixin became even more uneasy because of their behavior.

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

"The DNA test results of the male skeleton are out, it's not Lao Yu..." Wu Shanqiu said in surprise.

"It seems that you remembered it correctly." Qi Fei said to He Zhixin.

He Zhixin looked complicated when he heard this. He was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Given my friendship with Lao Yu, I hope in my heart that he is still alive, but also..." He stopped talking and looked at the rainy sky. "It's getting dark, I have to close the door. After I knew that the body was found in Lao Yu's house, I bought a treadmill for my wife and I stay indoors after dark." He said this without even saying goodbye, and slammed the door shut.

The result of this appraisal really gave everyone a bombshell, which meant that Lao Yu, the only "ghost" who could freely enter and exit each household in Guiyue Apartment, was back.

In Room 301, except for the oil spots that splashed out when Sha Gou cooked hot pot in the middle of the living room last time, the rest of the furnishings were maintained as they were originally, but because no one had taken care of it, it had become dilapidated.

"Okay, now something happened in Room 401 upstairs. The only one left to ask is the family downstairs." Qi Fei smiled bitterly.

"Oh, so we will have to see Zhao Xiaozhen again?" Wu Shanqiu said.

Zhao Xiaozhen had just come back and happened to meet him again.

When it came to wanting to understand the situation, he didn't resist and opened the door to let the three people in.

As soon as I walked in, I saw an unexpected scene. Wang Dakang had his hands wrapped in a towel, and blood was seeping out. Behind him, in the bedroom, a bloody knife was thrown on the bed, and there was a ladder leaning against the wall next to him.

Zhao Xiaozhen immediately exclaimed: "Dakang, what's wrong with you?"

While enduring the pain, Wang Dakang cursed 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 into the ceiling to touch the light bulb, I felt a piercing pain. A big cut was made. Look what I took out of it?!" As he said that, he angrily pointed at the bloody kitchen knife on the bed with his uninjured hand.

Zhao Xiaozhen blurted out, "Hey? I've been looking for this knife for ages. How did it end up in the ceiling?"

Wang Dakang got even angrier when he heard this and started yelling, "Are you mentally ill? Why did you hide the kitchen knife in the ceiling?"

Zhao Xiaozhen was completely bewildered. "You know I'm afraid of heights, so how could you have left the knife there? Speaking of which, I've been searching for this knife for ages, so how did it end up in such a strange place?"

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

Wang Dakang endured the pain and said, "It's okay!"

"You said the knife is right there?" Qi Fei asked, pointing to the ceiling in a corner of the bedroom. "Yes, this place is getting more and more weird!" Wang Dakang was obviously angry.

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

Qi Fei was much taller than Wang Dakang. As he climbed up the ladder, he could just see the inside of the ceiling.

There were fresh bloodstains near the light tube, and it seemed that Wang Dakang was really cut there.

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

Suddenly she turned to Zhao Xiaozhen and asked, "You said that the sound you kept hearing before was the sound of something rubbing against the ground, so you said it sounded like brushing the wall or sweeping the floor."

Zhao Xiaozhen nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes. I can't really describe it. It's like sweeping the floor, but not quite. It's that swish-swish-swish feeling. It's been going on for years."

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

Wang Dakang nodded in confusion: "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 thinking for a moment, he suddenly rushed out the door without saying a word, ran upstairs, climbed over the cordon, and rushed straight to the bedroom in Room 301.

"That corner cabinet has been moved away, right now facing the ceiling downstairs!" Qi Fei said as he lifted up the floor at that location.

"Shanqiu, go down and put the knife back into the ceiling groove." Qi Fei said to Wu Shanqiu who followed him up without turning his head.

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

Soon, everyone in Room 201 saw a shocking scene. The knife that had fallen into the ceiling groove suddenly flew up, as if it had life, and began to move outward along the ceiling until it reached above the bed. It suddenly fell down and hit the pillow directly. The sharp blade directly cut through the fabric of the pillow.

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

When everyone was stunned and silent, 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 that?" Wu Shanqiu asked in disbelief while talking on the phone.

Zhao Xiaozhen was even more stunned: "How can you all know magic? What police station are you from?"

Only Zhong Kui remained calm: "It's not magic, I'm just good at connecting the dots."

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

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

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that someone wanted to create an unexplainable death, but the plan was aborted due to an accident." Qi Fei said seriously.

He showed a huge magnet in his hand, and it was as if he had returned to the noon when he met Sha Gou...

(End of this chapter)