Chapter 23 The real murderer!



The door hit the wall heavily, and Chen Ge rushed into the house and opened the glass window.

"Fuck! So high?"

Standing by the window sill and looking down, it is at least three or four meters from the ground.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and the landlord and the tattooed man were approaching quickly.

Chen Ge didn't have time to think, he climbed out of the window, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, and stepped on the security net on the first floor.

"He must have seen us carrying the body!"

"Don't let him go!"

The landlord’s ugly and irritable face had already appeared at the door. He was holding a kitchen knife and looked ferocious: “Still want to run?!”

Chen Ge didn't dare to hesitate in this situation, he just let go and jumped down.

His arm was scratched by the wall and his clothes were cut by the security net. After falling, Chen Ge rolled on the ground, picked up the tool hammer on the ground and ran towards the outer wall of the courtyard.

"Quick! Catch him!" The landlord roared and threw the kitchen knife in his hand at Chen Ge.

Chen Ge felt a chill on the back of his head. He looked at the kitchen knife that was just a hair's breadth away and buried deep in the grass behind him, and a cold sweat ran down his face. "It must not fall into the hands of these people. They have already made up their minds to kill!"

The security door of the apartment building was also opened at this time, and the fat man and the woman who were lying in ambush on the first floor rushed over holding the iron shears used to trim bushes.

"A bunch of lunatics!" Chen Ge ran as fast as he could, and rushed to the iron gate of the compound like a sharp arrow. He stepped on the landlord's newly replaced big lock, grabbed the rusty iron chain and escaped through the door.

The apartment building was surrounded by a dense forest. It was pitch black at night and the road was impossible to see. In addition, he was being chased by several people. In a hurry, Chen Ge rushed directly into the woods.

One was chasing and the other was fleeing. The flashlight swept across from time to time. The landlord and the tattooed man's shouting and cursing rang out behind him. Chen Ge didn't dare to turn his head. He had only one thought in his mind at this moment - escape quickly!

His clothes and pants were torn by branches and vines, and he was covered in mud and leaves. After running for fifteen minutes, Chen Ge finally shook off the landlord and his friends.

He half-crouched in the bushes, looking at the faint light sweeping back and forth in the distance, digging his fingers into the soil, and taking big gulps of the air.

So thrilling!

Trapped in the apartment building, if he hesitated or made a wrong choice at any point, he could lose his life.

"Isn't this trial mission too difficult?" The mission issued by the black phone is a gamble of life and death. What's more terrifying is that it happens in reality.

He temporarily got rid of the landlord, but this did not mean that his situation was safe. Chen Ge hid in the bushes. In fact, he was very worried. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw the landlord and his men appear behind him with pruning shears and kitchen knives.

His heartbeat returned to normal, and Chen Ge slowly stood up from the bushes. The landlord's flashlight had disappeared, and the dense forest was dead silent in the middle of the night, with even the chirping of insects and birds rare.

"Where should I go?"

He was unfamiliar with the place and was running wildly in the dense forest. Now he couldn't even tell the directions of east, west, south and north.

"How about hiding here until dawn?"

Chen Ge took out his phone and found that the live broadcast was still going on. The screen had been black for more than an hour, and the whole screen was filled with question marks. Even the experienced and experienced people were confused by such a weird live broadcast room.

He did not communicate with his fans. He checked the time and was about to click on Heshan's reply when he heard the sound of branches shaking from the side and behind him.

Chen Ge immediately put his phone back into his pocket to prevent the light from the screen from revealing his presence.

Holding the tool hammer tightly, his palms were sweating with nervousness, and he stared at the bushes where the sound came from.

After a while, a faint light shone over.

"Someone? Who's there?"

Just as Chen Ge was about to jump up and swing the hammer, he heard a familiar voice.

"Wang Qi? Didn't he leave the apartment building a long time ago? Why did he come back in the middle of the night?" Although Chen Ge was curious, he knew that curiosity killed the cat, so he squatted there without moving.

"Did I see it wrong? That's impossible." Wang Qi scanned the area with the flashlight several times, but he kept walking around in the same place without giving up.

"You must not go over there. The problems this person has are no less serious than those of the tenant of Ping An Apartment." Not only did Chen Ge not approach Wang Qi, he also began to actively avoid him. He left in the opposite direction of Wang Qi.

After walking a short distance, Chen Ge found that the terrain was getting steeper and steeper. He seemed to have run in the wrong direction and entered the back mountain alone.

After passing through the bushes, a slope appeared in front of him. Surrounded by trees, Chen Ge saw a very simple wooden house with a sign nailed on the door. He moved closer to check: "Fire prevention is like epidemic prevention, don't be careless; to improve the investment environment, afforestation and greening should come first."

"This seems to be where the ranger lives." He tried pushing the door. The wooden door was not locked. With a slight creaking sound, a strange smell came out.

"What is that?" He didn't dare turn on the flashlight on his phone, but just turned up the screen brightness.

The wooden house is not big, and various daily necessities are placed randomly, like a garbage dump.

** Nosing, Chen Ge walked towards the place where the strange smell was the strongest, lifted the bed board, and found a pile of moldy clothes underneath.

"Collecting addiction?" What he saw was more serious than he had imagined. Most of the clothes under the bed were women's. They had never been washed and were covered in stains.

Chen Ge picked up a few pieces at random to compare the sizes and found that these women's clothes were the same size and should have belonged to the same person.

"The dirt on it hasn't completely dried up. It looks like this piece of clothing has been worn within the last one or two days?"

Chen Ge possessed burial skills and was very familiar with the structure of the human body. While measuring the dimensions with his fingers, the image of the female corpse built into the wall almost instantly emerged in his mind.

"The size fits perfectly. This dress is probably from the corpse in the wall!"

Why were the clothes worn by a dead person hidden in this wooden house? And they were worn by someone just in the past few days!

Chen Ge's heartbeat began to speed up. He spread the women's clothes in his hand on the ground and found some crumpled pieces of paper from her pocket, on which were faintly written words like "I love you".

"This font..." Chen Ge took out the note from the puppet again. Comparing the two, the handwriting was surprisingly 80% similar.

"The note inside the doll was from five years ago, and these women's clothes were obviously thrown here in the last few weeks. Why do they have so many similarities over a period of five years?"

The same handwriting, the same love letter, could it be that the murderer in both cases is the same person?

He picked up his clothes again and was about to close the bed when a mobile phone with a pink shell fell out from the inner pocket of his clothes.

"The deceased's cell phone?"

Reaching out to pick it up, Chen Ge pressed the switch and found that the phone screen was in the state of editing a text message.

"Save me?"

He had a bad feeling in his heart and opened the outbox with trembling hands. All the text messages in it had only two words - Save me!


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