Song Shu nodded.

He's going to look over there to check if it's true.If it is true, he will definitely spread the matter on the Internet and let the public opinion flood the police station!

Then, Song Shu asked: "Who else among you can solve the problem as soon as possible?"

A female ghost flew out without hesitation and said, "Me!"

"Your name?" Song Shu raised his eyebrows.

The horror of this female ghost's death was comparable to that of An Baixiang. Her whole body was covered with strangle marks and knife wounds. Blood flowed down her rotten skin, almost flooding the entire room.

"My name is Song Jinyue!" the ghost replied.

Song Shu blinked.

Where did you hear that name?

He only heard the other party say: "I am the mistress who was killed by a perverted murderer in the news report a month ago."

Song Shu was stunned.

Ah, no wonder he was impressed.

He saw related hot searches when he swiped Weibo.

This incident has caused an uproar recently, but it is less entertaining than Guanghua Entertainment's prostitution, so relatively few people pay attention.

This perverted murderer tortured and killed three women within a month, and he only killed cheating mistresses or adopted mistresses. He only picked places that couldn't be monitored by surveillance, and his modus operandi was extremely cruel.However, since the murderer killed only mistresses and mistresses, many keyboard warriors on the Internet even praised the murderer for a good job, which is really chilling.

In Song Shu's view, mistress and mistress are indeed worthy of condemnation, but this is not a reason to put them to death.

Song Shu looked at Song Jinyue and asked, "Is your wish to find the murderer and take revenge?"

Song Jinyue bit her lips and said, "Of course I want to catch the murderer, but my wish now is to see my father for the last time!"

"You want your father to see your ghost?" Song Shu asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes!" Song Jinyue nodded vigorously.Her eyes were moistened, and she shed tears of blood, and said, "I want to apologize to my father."

Back then when she came to the city from the countryside, she was fascinated by this colorful world, and became someone else's mistress for a while, but her old father found out and ran over to break her legs.She was young and energetic, and she threw money at the other party, saying: "The money I send home every month to see a doctor for you is all earned by my body!"

As a result, her father severed the father-daughter relationship with her.

She was tortured to death by the murderer.

At the moment of death, she was full of unwillingness, that's why she became a ghost.

She followed the murderer every day, screaming, roaring, rushing up to strangle him to death, but her hands could only touch the void.

The hatred in her heart grew deeper and deeper, until she saw the news that her father was kneeling in front of the police station begging the police to track down the murderer.

In an instant, she was crying.

That ruthless father, the father who severed the father-daughter relationship with her, actually knelt down for her!

Her ghost was standing in front of the man, but the man couldn't see her.And she could only watch in vain as the tears rolled down the other's old face, watching the other party crying and begging the police to give her daughter justice, watching the people around pointing fingers, saying that the man's daughter was a mistress and deserved to be killedup!

Suddenly she couldn't control her tears.

In the past, she felt that she was not wrong.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the man for not being able to control his lower body.

But now she suddenly understands that she is also a part of destroying other people's families and helping others.

It's a pity that it was too late when she understood this.

She is dead.

But father, how much I want to say sorry again in front of you, and tell you that my daughter knows her mistake!

Therefore, when she knew that there were people who could see ghosts and were willing to fulfill their wishes, Song Jinyue came to help without hesitation.

Song Jinyue looked at Song Shu with tears in her eyes, and said, "Please, let me see Dad for the last time!"

Song Shu didn't know why Song Jinyue wanted to be a mistress, but for the sake of her filial piety, he nodded and said, "Where is your father now?"

She immediately said: "I only know that he lives in a small hotel, I don't know if he is still there now."

Song Shu pursed his lips, stood up and said, "Lead the way!" Then he said to the other ghosts, "Let's settle the matter of these two ghosts today, and then next week, everyone should have no objections?"

The ghosts shook their heads.

In the past, they had no hope of fulfilling their wishes, but now they have hope, so sooner or later it doesn't matter.

Song Shu then called Song Jinyue and Chen Hanmin to the small hotel that Song Jinyue had mentioned.

The small hotel is located in a crowded and noisy downtown area. As soon as he arrived here, he saw a group of reporters surrounding an old man with long guns and short cannons in their hands, and they kept asking: "Someone on the Internet said that your daughter deserved to be killed. Do you have any questions?"what idea?"

"It is said that you severed the father-daughter relationship with your daughter before, but now that your daughter is dead, you show up. Some people say you are putting on a show, what do you think?"

The old man said with a tired face: "My daughter is at fault, but she deserves to die." After a pause, he added: "I don't want to be a show either, I just want to get justice for my daughter!"

"That's my father Song Laoshi." Song Jinyue couldn't help but burst into tears as she watched her father surrounded by reporters.

In the past few days, in order to deal with these reporters who like to suck human blood steamed buns, my father has almost turned his hair white. He is obviously not yet fifty years old, but he looks like he is already in his seventies.

Whenever she thought that she had caused her father to become like this, she felt extremely guilty.

Song Shu quietly waited for Song Laoshi to escape into the small hotel, and waited for the reporter to see that he couldn't ask any questions and could only complain and leave before entering the hotel.

The proprietress of the hotel was crossing her hips and said, "Old Song, you haven't paid for tomorrow's accommodation? Are you going to live?"

"Live, I live." Song Laoshi was an honest farmer. Hearing what the other party said, he hurriedly took out his pocket with a red face, but he only had a dozen yuan in his pocket, which was not enough to pay for the accommodation.

He was suddenly sweating profusely.

Song Shu stepped forward and said calmly, "You are Song Laoshi, right?"

Song Laoshi turned his head and saw Song Shu, who was dressed brightly, and was a little scared, thinking that it was another reporter who came to interview him.He shrugged and said, "Yes, I am. Are you?"

"I'm here to help you," Song Shu said.

Song Laoshi's eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you know who the murderer of my daughter is?"

Song Shu nodded: "Yes, I know."

The lady proprietress of the hotel suddenly showed an expression of "So it's a liar".

Song Shu didn't care, but said, "Would you mind going to the police station with me?"

"Good! Good! Let's go now!" Song Laoshi immediately wanted to leave excitedly.

"Hey! My money!" The proprietress stared when she saw that he was going out.

Song Laoshi's footsteps faltered, and his face turned red again.

He has no money!