Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Strange noise on the balcony (nine)

"Knock, knock, knock." Ning Guohua knocked on the door of the neighbor opposite.

"Who is it?" The door opened quickly, and it was a tall and strong middle-aged man with a face full of flesh, looking a little fierce.

He was also surprised to see a fat old man with a kind face standing at the door, "Who are you?"

"Hello, brother, I am the Feng Shui master invited by Sister Zhang's family downstairs." Ning Guohua said cheerfully.

"Feng Shui master?" The middle-aged man looked at Ning Guohua in confusion, and then looked at the young man behind him. He didn't look like a Feng Shui master at all, and asked in a rough voice, "What do you want?"

"Well, it's nothing. It's just that Miss Zhang said that the upstairs has been knocking on the floor every day these two days, disturbing her grandson and asking me to come and tell them."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged strong man sighed, waved his hands and said, "Impossible, Xiao Zhou from the opposite room hasn't been home for many days, how could he knock on the floor at night, it's impossible."

Ning Helan was stunned: "He opened the door for me when I came last night."

Now it was the middle-aged strong man who was stunned: "Last night? I really don't know, I just came home today, could it be that Xiao Zhou is back?"

Several people looked at the door of the room called Xiao Zhou, but they couldn't tell from the outside whether there was anyone inside. Fang Hui

saw the milk box nailed to the wall next to him, and wanted to open it to take a look, but his hand touched the box and passed through it. He cursed secretly.

Fortunately, Ning Helan thought the same as he did, and came over and opened the door of the milk box.

There were four or five bags of milk in it, packed full.

Ning Helan took them out and took a look. The latest generation date was seven days ago.

Proof that Xiao Zhou hasn't been back for at least seven days.

"I said Xiao Zhou didn't come back, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the milk in. In this weather, it will definitely go bad if it's left outside overnight." said the strong middle-aged man.

Ning Helan squeezed the bag of milk, it felt soft and it looked like it had indeed gone bad.

His eyes fell on his feet, and suddenly an unpleasant smell floated out of the room, and he frowned.

Ning Guohua also came over to take a look, and it was obvious that he also smelled the stench: "Xiao Lan, go call the security guard over."

"Okay." Ning Helan put down the milk and ran downstairs.

Soon the security guard came, running so fast that he was a little out of breath: "Master Ning... Master Ning... What's wrong?"

"Brother, who lives here?" Ning Guohua asked.

"Oh, Zhou Yong, we all call him Xiao Zhou." The security guard said, "It seems that he works in a milk tea shop. He goes to work at 12 noon and comes back at 10 pm."

This is exactly the same as what Aunt Zhang said.

"But Xiao Zhou hasn't been back for a long time." The middle-aged strong man replied.

"Brother, come and smell it, is there any smell?" Ning Guohua said.

The security guard came over in confusion, took a deep breath towards the crack of the door, and then almost vomited.

"Grrr..."

Seeing the security guard bending over and vomiting, the middle-aged strong man also came over curiously: "Is it so exaggerated? Let me smell it...Grrr!"

Fang Hui: ...

Ning Helan: ...

"My God, what's the smell in here? It's so smelly, as if something is rotten!" The middle-aged man wiped his mouth and said.

"Could it be a dead rat?" The security guard straightened up and said.

"If it's just an ordinary dead animal, it shouldn't emit this kind of smell..." Ning Helan said thoughtfully.

Ning Guohua came over and asked the security guard, "Brother, do you have the key to this house?"

The security guard shook his head and said, "No."

Fang Hui wanted to go through the door to take a look, and then he bumped into the door.

"You damn..." Fang Hui covered his head, "I can't touch the things I want to touch, and you can't go through the wall, right!"

Ning Helan casually put one hand in his trouser pocket, and stretched out the other hand to push the door, but he didn't expect the door to open like this.

"The door is not locked?" The others were very surprised.

But when they saw the situation inside the house, the two who had just vomited went to vomit again.

There was a corpse lying in the living room of the house. The corpse had already become a giant, and flies that eat rotten flesh were flying above.

The strong stench in the house kept drifting into everyone's nose.

Fang Hui covered his nose, and was so disgusted that he almost couldn't stand.

He had never seen a dead person so close when he was alive, let alone now.

After the middle-aged strong man finished vomiting, he looked back and saw the corpse on the ground clearly. He howled and fainted.

"Xiao Lan, call the police." Ning Guohua was indifferent. He glanced around the house and said to Ning Helan at the door.

One day in late July, it was already past ten o'clock. Those who went to bed early had already fallen asleep, but they were also awakened by the shrill sirens.

Curious people gathered on their balconies and saw that several police cars and ambulances suddenly drove into the originally quiet yard.

The alternating red and blue warning lights made the originally small yard very bright.

"What's going on?"

"I heard that Xiao Zhou is dead."

"Which Xiao Zhou?"

"The one upstairs in Aunt Zhang's house, the short one who seems to work in a coffee shop."

No matter what time it is, there is always a lack of people watching the excitement.

Those who are asleep get up from the bed, and those who are not asleep have already gone downstairs to watch from a close distance.

Now the small yard is full of people, and yellow and white warning strips are hung in the corridor. People upstairs and downstairs are curiously looking around on the stairs.

Fang Hui covered his mouth and nose, and looked at the forensic doctors with disgust as they covered the body with a white cloth and then carried it out of the house.

A sticky mark was left where the body was originally, emitting bursts of foul odor.

"Is this guy really Xiao Zhou?" The middle-aged man rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, "That face... has become like this."

The body of Giant Guan began to swell and decay, and the facial features were blurred. It was hard to tell who he was.

The police questioned the residents nearby, including the security guard and the middle-aged strong man who lived opposite.

When they asked Ning Guohua and Ning Helan, Ning Guohua smiled and said that he was a distant relative of Zhang Jie. Zhang Jie said that the upstairs resident would knock on the floor at night, affecting her little grandson's sleep. She had tried to communicate with him before but it didn't work. As a woman, she couldn't come forward, so she wanted to talk to this person herself.

Fang Hui was speechless when he heard this. You said the same thing an hour ago, old man.

"I just didn't expect it to be like this once I opened the door..." Ning Guohua sighed with a sad expression, "Comrade police, is that person Zhou Yong?"

"We don't know yet. He's in that state, and we can't tell anything. Even if he died in Zhou Yong's house, it doesn't necessarily mean he was Zhou Yong." The young policeman took notes and said, "We have to wait for the forensic doctor's firm result."

A cordon had already been set up at the door of Zhou Yong's house, and no one else could enter.

But Fang Hui could go in, since no one else could see him anyway.