In those days, people were still very afraid of the police. The villagers who had gathered at the Zhong family's door immediately dispersed and made way for the police to enter.
Zhang Meng stopped and turned to look outside. She saw someone she knew.
"Wang Qingliu, why are you here? When did you become a public security officer?" Zhang Meng looked at the man standing in front of her and was shocked by his identity.
Wang Qingliu, dressed in a police uniform, adjusted his hat and looked at her with a somewhat arrogant look. "I thought what you said last time made sense, so I resigned from my previous position and took over my father's position."
Only then did Zhang Meng remember that this man's father was indeed a public security officer.
No wonder he became a police officer all of a sudden.
"What is going on? What are you doing here?" After walking around the room, Wang Qingliu walked back to Zhang Meng and asked.
Zhang Meng glanced down at the slightly insane Old Lady Zhong lying on the ground and sneered, "Of course I came here because my client asked me to do something. But you, why are you here when you're fine?"
Wang Qingliu also glanced at Old Lady Zhong lying on the ground, especially at the puddle of yellow water flowing from her legs. A look of disgust appeared on his face, and he replied lightly, "I also received a report that someone had died here, so I came to take a look."
"Comrade from Public Security, no one was killed here. Someone is framing our family." Zhong Dayong didn't care about the old lady Zhong lying on the ground at this time. He immediately got up and stood in front of Wang Qingliu to explain.
Wang Qingliu glanced at him and said in a cold tone, "You can't just say it's not happening. Since someone reported someone was killed here, we have to investigate thoroughly. If there's nothing, we'll naturally leave."
"No, no, how could there be a loss of life? No one was killed in our family. We didn't kill my wife. She was killed by the child in her belly. It has nothing to do with me." When he said the last part, Zhong Dayong grabbed his hair anxiously.
Zhang Meng glanced at Zhong Dayong coldly, pushed him away, turned around and walked into the house that they were trying hard to prevent them from entering.
When Zhong Dayong was about to step forward to stop them, Wang Qingliu grabbed his arm and asked sternly, "What's going on? What's wrong with you? Why are you so panicked? Is there really a dead person in there?"
Zhong Dayong was so frightened that his face turned pale. He shook his head vigorously, "No, no, it's none of my business. I didn't kill him."
Wang Qingliu stared at him coldly for a moment, then immediately let him go and told his companions behind him, "Keep an eye on him. I'm going in to take a look."
The companion responded, "I know, let's go in."
When Wang Qingliu followed in, he was immediately choked by the smell of blood and almost vomited.
Enduring the churning in his stomach, he slowly walked over to Zhang Meng, his eyes also looking at the woman lying on the bed, "Zhang Meng, is she dead?"
Zhang Meng glanced at him sideways, "Didn't you see all the blood on the ground? How could a person not die after losing so much blood?"
Wang Qingliu stepped forward and gently lifted the bloody quilt covering Zhong's wife's belly, revealing Zhong's wife's cut open belly with her intestines exposed, which was extremely horrifying.
"How could this happen? Was this person's stomach cut open by a knife?" Wang Qingliu pointed at the woman in front of him and looked at Zhang Meng with a pale face.
Zhang Meng pursed her lips and walked forward without saying a word to check the cut belly of Zhong's daughter-in-law. The cut on it was not a knife cut at all, but looked like it was made by human fingernails.
"It wasn't cut open by a knife, but by fingernails." Zhang Meng looked around and saw a faint rotten smell in the room.
Wang Qingliu was immediately shocked. "Fingernails? Not a knife? How is it possible? How could a human fingernail cut such a big gash in a person's stomach? Impossible."
Seeing him shaking his head like a rattle, Zhang Meng said coldly, "Have you forgotten what I do? And what happened with your grandmother? Just based on these, do you still think there is someone in this world whose fingernails can't cut open a person's stomach?"
As soon as she said this, Wang Qingliu, who had been shaking his head just now, immediately stopped. His lips trembled, and he looked at the woman on the bed with fear in his eyes. "Are you saying that she is like this because of a ghost?"
"We can't be sure whether it is a ghost or not for now. We need to ask the Zhong family for the answer. But it is not something a normal person can do." After saying this, Zhang Meng walked out immediately.
Wang Qingliu, who was alone in this room, suddenly felt cold all over. He felt that the room was very cold. He quickly tightened his clothes and ran out immediately following Zhang Meng.
Outside. Zhang Meng looked coldly at Mrs. Zhong who was sitting stupidly on the ground. "You still refuse to tell the truth, right?" Mrs. Zhong remained motionless, as if she were stupid.
However, Zhang Meng knew that this old lady Zhong was not stupid at all, but was very smart, and she was just pretending to be stupid.
I thought that doing this would smooth things over. "Witch, I know she still has the pills, and I know where she's hiding them. I'll tell you."
At this time, Gui Cuihua, who had been standing next to Old Lady Zhong, looked at Zhang Meng and said.
Zhang Meng glanced at her and nodded. From what everyone saw next, it looked like Zhang Meng had gone into another room at the Zhong family's house on her own.
Only those who can really see ghosts know that she followed Gui Cuihua in.
Entering Mrs. Zhong's room, it was also a very narrow room. Apart from the sleeping area, there was only a wooden cabinet that looked very old.
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