The second grandson is dead.

His body was hanging in some remote room, with a white cloth hanging around his neck.

Ren Yifei saw the hanged man for the first time.

Although the previous underworld system always threw him into a desperate situation to 'experience life', he rarely came into direct contact with the dead, and most of the time he was the one who died.

People who really die suddenly are completely different from the general teachers of the school, or the special effects makeup on the set, and the kind of ferocious make-up can be plunged through the air, making people cool from the bottom of their hearts.

He looked up.

Look at the body without wind, spinning in the air.

Turn to a certain angle, a pair of blood-red eyes, so straight to the previous Yifei eyes. He felt the body smile at him.

Red spread in his line of sight, the sky-watering red liquid hung down and flowed on the ground.

A woman in red appeared in his line of sight, gushing blood from her throat, but smiling at him.

Red blood crawls like a snake, crawls to his feet, locks his body tightly, winds his way up from his ankles, and binds him.

Ren Yifei shivered with cold and his heart cracked with cold.

The woman looked at him and her lips were smiling.

"what's the matter with you, punk?"

The voice of the young man broke his illusion of fear.

Ren Yifei turned his head after a meal. He stared at Ajay Liang and opened his lips, but did not spit out a sound.

"Why are you so white?"

The night watchman surrounded him and saw that his face was very white and his forehead was sweating.

Their enthusiasm dispelled the cold, and Ren Yifei took a breath and felt that he had died and came back to life.

The night watchman looked at the hanging body from the angle of Ren Yifei, and then looked at him, who was more scared than a ghost. see.

"are you afraid to come to see it like this?" The night watchman is also helpless, afraid of people are consciously hiding in the card table there probe, punk this is to join in what fun?

"come on, two, carry him back." Liang found two tall night watchmen.

Ren Yifei stiffened his neck: "No."

He reached out and grabbed A Liang's clothes and tugged: "I'm fine, you let me slow down."

After two minutes, he seemed to recover, his face returned to normal, and he stopped sweating.

"can you do it?" Liang still hesitates.

Ren Yifei wiped his face: "OK." If you can't, you have to.

The other end has gone so far as to put the body down.

The people formed a circle, and the experienced old man came up for a rough examination. He found the bruise on the back of his neck: "it was strangled."

The whole house was quiet.

"my son." The middle-aged woman threw herself on the body and began to cry, showing no dislike of her 'second grandson', while the middle-aged man trembled.

Npc sighed and players crowded into the crowd to watch.

"this is Chunzhi's mother-in-law's house, you say."

"even if there is a grudge, it should not be." The crowd whispered and talked about secrets that some players did not know.

Ren Yifei poked his head out, and the eyes of the body had been closed, which was no more frightening than the fake body when filming. It's not the first time he's seen a dead man, so he always thinks he's not afraid of this kind of thing, and he can even watch an autopsy video and eat fat intestines.

But the dead man's blood-red eyes reminded him of bad memories.

When there is no memory interference, Ren Yifei is not afraid of the physical body left by the dead. He can think and analyze calmly.

The body of the second grandson had protruding eyes, pale and ischemic complexion, bluish lips and bluish nails.

This is a typical feature of mechanical asphyxiation.

Mechanical suffocation death, in popular terms, is suffocation, strangulation, hanging, strangulation and so on.

The biggest difference between hanging and strangulation is that the force of a rope is mainly concentrated under the lower jaw, that is, under the neck, and there is usually no contact behind the ear, so bruises are mostly concentrated on the neck.

And the other is the rope around the neck, uniform force, so the back of the neck can also see the mark.

There was obvious blood stasis in the back of the neck of the body, so he did hang himself after strangulation.

Why would Ghost do this?

Is there any special meaning in this way of death?

Ren Yifei was still thinking about this problem, but the body began to become transparent. He took a quick look at it, and no one else showed any other expression in the npc.

Will npc automatically block this exception?

The old players mixed in the crowd were calm, and the newcomers covered their mouths and did not let themselves cry out.

The body was disappearing, and he even saw the texture of the ground through the body. Then the middle-aged woman who threw herself on it and cried stood up blankly.

The middle-aged man turned around and walked back blankly: "Let's go, don't delay the wake."

What? Is that human language?

However, it was so amazing that all the npc stood up, turned and began to walk towards the hall, their eyes glazed over and they didn't look like real people.

The new players are both frightened and frightened.

Three old players immediately blend into the team, and other newcomers have to follow.

Add oil to stop Xiao Mei, keep her head down, and quickly and whisper: "after the body disappears, it will leave a card and bring it to me."

Application?

Xiao Mei looked back at the corpse that had not completely disappeared, gritted her teeth and nodded.

The other players heard this and looked back, but they were not very interested in the card.

Xiao Meiqiang endured fear and stayed by the body for half a minute, and finally waited until the body completely disappeared and dropped a black card. The wake team over there has also arrived at the door of the funeral hall.

She took the card and ran after her slightly feeble legs.

Xiao Mei squeezed into the team of the night watchman, ready to go through, walk in a straight line, and send the card to the refueling place.

She passed smoothly, and a pair of eyes in the night watchman looked at him.

Ren Yifei wanted to take the opportunity to take away the card, but in the end he did nothing: don't alarm him.

Xiao Mei and Tian you met, and they hid and talked.

The night watchman returned to the poker table and they continued to play cards and chat. On such a night, there seemed to be nothing else to do.

The hearts of these young people are open-minded, unlike players pretending to be so many things. Although Ren Yifei avoided the team of npc, he still worried as much as the player at this time.

When the second grandson died, all traces of him were erased as if he had never existed.

Is this the death here? Neither body nor memory?

Looking up at the dark sky, he was determined to check out Chunzhi's mother-in-law's room, but this was not the right time.

Black paint. It's dark. can't see anything clearly. If you hold a candle, the light will attract other people's attention.

It seems that we can only wait until dawn.

Ren Yifei couldn't bear it and fell asleep on the table.

He frowned, rubbed his fingers against the table unconsciously, and slept uncomfortably, and the night watchman saw it and put a coat on him.

Ren Yifei can also take a nap, pity that other players are hungry and tired, but they are closely watched by npc and can only carry them with bloodshot eyes and belly purring.

They waited and waited until the light was light.

Player Xiaomei looked up with her plate and a star appeared in the eastern sky. Should this bad night have passed?

Summer always lights up earlier. Usually at this time, the breakfast shop has already opened the door to steam steamed buns, and there is also the sound of people who get up early to go to the market, but there is no movement here.

Ren Yifei woke up, stood up on Yawn and stretched his muscles.

The sky will not be clear, guarded all night, everyone's mental state is not good, one by one dark circles continue to yawn. No strong tea can save their desire to sleep.

With people in the right place at the right time, this is the best time to explore other venues.

He felt that time was almost up and found an excuse to sneak out into the backyard.

Ren Yifei, a cat with a waist and avoiding people, seemed to have to go around the backyard as a thief until he came to the back of the most remote room and climbed in through the window.

This is Chunzhi's mother-in-law's house, where the grandson was hanging near the door, hanging on the beam, the body sloshing around.

Ren Yifei looked at the beam and remembered his blood-red eyes.

"wait a minute," he patted himself on the face and suddenly remembered something, "Don't I just have to wait until the end? This is both sneaking in and spying. "

Why is he so active? This is not a criminal detective drama with him as the protagonist!

Squeak a mouse crawled over and startled Ren Yifei.

It was not quite bright outside at the moment, and the sun had not appeared yet, so the room was dark and could only be seen clearly.

He rubbed his face and said, "here we all come."

The room has been carefully cleaned up and many things have disappeared.

The bed is not there, the wardrobe and suitcase are not there, and there are some unused junk in the room. If npc doesn't mention it, Ren Yifei will think this is a utility room and has never lived in a person.

He looked down and saw that there were only traces of dust deposited on the floor to prove what had been there.

As soon as the deceased died, the family hurriedly packed up his things and turned the old man's room into a utility room. If there is no inside story, the ghosts will not believe it.

In the corner of the room, he found an old man's chair with a sloping back, very clean, not old sundries. The surface of the chair is polished and is commonly used by the owner. Look down and see that there are fresh scratches on the armrest of the chair.

In addition, he also found several messy footprints on the ground, covered with a thin layer of dust, which could not be seen without a closer look.

The imprint was not long left because the grain was very clear.

But when the body of the second grandson was found before, no one came here. Ren Yifei suspected that this was the trace left by the players looking for clues at three o'clock last night.

It is suggested that the second grandson died very early, and if he had died here at that time, the players who came here could not have found it.

So it was only after the player examined the room that the second grandson's body appeared here.

That is to say, when the "ghosts" returned to the funeral hall, it was definitely not the earliest batch, and the suspects were reduced.

Is it implying that the ghost chose to hang his grandson in this room?

Ren Yifei's eyes slowly turned to the beam.

If this room has ever been hanged, then two wiped marks should be left on the beam.

Holding the wooden post in the house, he struggled to climb up, poked his head out carefully, and took a look at it, and his mind was shocked. As soon as his hands and feet were loosened, Kuang Dang fell to the ground, shaking a lot of dust off the beam of the house.

Ren Yifei bared his teeth and punched the ground with pain.

Although he has worked hard to learn all kinds of enemy control skills, he is still a very poor man in terms of physical ability.

"ahem." He slapped the air, covered his mouth and coughed for a while, the half of his body was numb with pain, and it took a few minutes to feel better.

The crime was not in vain, and there were two regular friction marks on the beams.

In two places, that is to say, in addition to the second grandson, there is also a person hanging here.

No, maybe not 'people'.

If a living person is hanged, he will struggle more or less because of pain, which drives the practice in vain, leaving many gentle scratches on the beam of the house. But these two friction marks are very regular, as if the thing hanging up has no instinct to struggle at all.

Ren Yifei, lying on the ground, raised his head, his eyes slightly open, as if a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, quietly and silently on a piece of white cloth.

A pair of women's little feet hung in front of him, motionless.