The strange fire, the disappeared murderer, Chen Ge discovered for the first time that he had a talent for storytelling. He combined the online news reports with his own speculations and basically restored the murder case of that year.

"This is the whole story. In order to find new material for my own horror house, I went to a haunted house at night, but I made a shocking discovery. Everyone in this apartment building is abnormal. I suspect the murderer from five years ago is hiding among them!" Chen Ge put out his cigarette and looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

"Interesting, a real-life version of Werewolf. Now let the prophet speak."

I am a little caterpillar: "Just make it up, anchor. It sounds like the truth. Go ahead and make it up. If even one person believes it, I lose."

"Jiujiang City Fu'an Apartment, I checked it online and it seems to be true."

Heshan: “I believe in the anchor.”

I am a little caterpillar: "Even if what the anchor said is true, how can he prove that the room he is in is the haunted house? As he said, the apartment building was burned down by a fire, but looking at the room he lives in, the walls are flat, the floor is clean, and all the furniture is intact. Does this look like a haunted house?"

"I won't lie to you about this. It's too easy to prove it." Chen Ge moved the dressing table away, took out a fruit knife, and gently scraped off the paint on the wall in the corner: "After the accident, the name of the apartment building was changed, and it was renovated inside and out. But no matter how it is renovated, some things can't be covered up."

He scraped off a layer of the wall, revealing the blackened bricks underneath: "This is one of the evidences that a fire had occurred."

Scumbags must die: "No, I'm curious now why you brought a hammer and a knife to the hotel? Are you trying to pretend to be a companion of the suspect?"

"The good wall paint was scratched. I feel sorry for the apartment owner for a second."

"How much does it cost to stay in this apartment for a night? There's not even a TV."

Chen Ge looked at the comments and couldn't help but said, "Everyone, can you not be so picky about your focus? Can you please give me some respect? I am risking my life to broadcast live to you!"

The scumbag has to give a coin to the dead: "Give a dime to show respect."

Chen Ge was helpless in dealing with the fans. These old drivers were very naughty: "Okay, let's get back to the point. In the apartment building, I met six people one after another. The first one was a woman who might have mental problems. When I entered the door, she smiled at me through the crack of the door. I don't know this person at all, so I won't discuss it for now..."

Chen Ge told the netizens all the physical features of the tenants in the apartment building, and also mixed in his own analysis: "From the perspective of motivation, the landlord is the most likely person to be the murderer, but he is lame and walks very slowly. From the perspective of physical condition, the tattooed man on the first floor and the short and fat man on the second floor are more likely. Of course, the woman on the first floor and the thin Wang Qi are not ruled out."

All scumbags must die: "You said all this but you said nothing. I still suspect that the real murderer is the old man in the wheelchair. After all, he was the biggest beneficiary after the fire."

"It is indeed possible. The old man is now paralyzed in a wheelchair, but that doesn't mean he was already paralyzed five years ago. Besides, the murderer didn't kill by physical combat, but by arson. It is entirely possible that the old man committed the crime."

"Yes, the old man's paralysis may also be fake. The one who is least likely to be the murderer may be the murderer."

"In fact, I am more suspicious of the woman on the first floor. She smiled at the anchor, which must be hinting at something. Anchor, do you still remember how high the woman's lips were raised and how wide they were when she smiled? Let me analyze it for you from the perspective of micro-expression psychology."

“I don’t remember…”

The enthusiasm of the viewers was aroused, and the popularity of the live broadcast room began to grow faster.

Chen Ge silently looked at the comments and did not find any valuable comments: "It seems that I still need to find more clues myself."

He held the phone in front of him and said, "I did a field survey before and found that the first and second floors of this apartment building have been completely renovated, but some parts of the third floor still retain the appearance of five years ago. I will go in and search carefully and try to find something useful."

"It still looks the same as it did five years ago? That's creepy."

"If the unsolved case remains unsolved, will the deceased be unwilling to give up and continue to linger in the same place?"

"Exploring a haunted house at night is so exciting!"

"How can you open a haunted house if you're not brave? Let me tell you, last time a group of us went to the host's haunted house to find a venue, but the two bravest people, one was scared to tears, and the other fainted."

"Wait a minute, why are the two bravest ones so scared? What about the timid ones?"

"What you said is bullshit. Who the hell dares to enter his haunted house if they are timid?"

“It seems to make sense.”

Heshan: “Haha.”

The rhythm of the live broadcast room had gone off track, but Chen Ge didn't care. He put the fruit knife in his pocket, practiced drawing it a few times, and then walked to the door with his phone in one hand and a tool hammer in the other.

This time he learned his lesson and took a look outside through the crack in the door. After making sure that there was no one in the corridor, he gently pushed the door open.

When closing the door, Chen Ge pulled out a strand of his hair and put it in the keyhole, so that if someone opened the door when he was leaving, the hair would be pushed deep into the keyhole.

After getting ready, Chen Ge walked through the second-floor corridor and arrived at the staircase.

He moved very quietly, without activating the voice-controlled light, and groped forward relying solely on the light from the phone screen.

As I walked up the stairs, the color of the walls on both sides gradually darkened, and an indescribable strange smell floated in the air.

Arriving on the third floor, Chen Ge turned on the flashlight on his phone. He leaned against the wall and concentrated his attention.

The first time he accidentally walked to the third floor, he saw a blurry black shadow flashing in the corridor, which was vaguely the outline of a person.

"Whether he is a human or a ghost, I have to be careful."

The light from the mobile phone brought the crime scene from five years ago to life before Chen Ge's eyes. Looking at the scratches carved deep into the wall, Chen Ge couldn't help but tighten his grip on the hammer.

The architectural style of Ping An Apartment is very unique. There is only one entrance to the staircase, and it is close to the right side of the apartment, which makes the corridor on the left look particularly long and secluded.

Walking in it, my back felt cold and I felt insecure even if I stood close to the wall.

"If the fire started on the third floor, this place would not have been preserved at all, so the third floor is most likely a place that the murderer has not visited." Chen Ge walked in the dark corridor with his mobile phone in hand. The doors on both sides were half open, and many of them had been burned and deformed.

Avoiding the debris piled on the ground, Chen Ge walked into the room closest to him.

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