It was early in the morning, and the wind was blowing. With the two ghosts beside them, Su Muran, Zhang Danian, and the others felt a little cold, especially Chen Gong... He was old and had to run naked on the roof for half the night. How could he stand it?
Cover it.
However, her butt felt cold.
It was so uncomfortable.
Wuuuuuu.
A gust of cold wind blew past, and there was a faint sound of sobbing.
Su Muran was speechless.
He looked up and saw the female ghost in red crying again.
The corners of his mouth twitched. Every time he sobbed, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood that he spat out turned into a line of bloody words in the air: 6666, girl, there's actually such a beast in the world?
What the f * ck.
You even know how to send bullet comments, right?
"Li Xiaojuan, you fell off the building…Was it Wang Wuliu who pushed you?”
The fear in Zhang Danian's heart had subsided quite a bit.
He was also born in the countryside.
He had a deep understanding of the feudalism of many people in the countryside.
Li Xiaojuan fell off a building the day before yesterday.
Wang Wuliu had brought a bunch of relatives to the police station to cause trouble. He had just compensated Wang Wuliu more than two hours ago and settled the matter. He knew the names of the two people very well.
"Director Zhang, aren't you talking nonsense?”
"Where did Wang Wuliu go?”
Pay up and let it go?
If Zhang Danian was responsible for it and the police investigated thoroughly, they would definitely be able to find something.
If it wasn't for Li Xiaojuan turning into a malicious ghost, Wang Wuliu would have gotten away scot-free.
"He took the money around ten o'clock and should be back at the hotel now.”
Chen Gong knew where Wang Wuliu lived.
After the incident, he had been in charge of communicating with Wang Wuliu.
"Wang Wuliu will probably be going back tomorrow morning. Chief Zhang, should we call the police?"”
"Call the police, call the police immediately."
Zhang Danian was furious.
Damn it.
Kill my own wife, cheat me, Zhang Danniannian's money?
This guy was really ruthless.
They wanted to call the police, but Su Muran still had his phone with him.
Su Muran shook his head and sneered,""Call the police? Where's the evidence? Are you going to tell the police that Wang Wuliu's wife turned into a ghost and told you the truth?”
Zhang Danian was slightly stunned.
At this moment, he had already regarded Su Muran as his backbone. He didn't dare to be a relative anymore. He asked,"Mr. Su, what should we do?"
"Bring him to the project department. I have my ways.”
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It was a small hotel.
Wang Wuliu sat by the bed and smoked.
It was almost three in the morning, but Wang Wuliu was not sleepy at all.
There was a canvas bag under the bed.
There was 300,000 yuan inside.
He felt a little frustrated.
Guilt?
Regret?
Wang Wuliu might have felt this way, but he was more worried about his poor relatives. They had almost all come to the city to help him cause trouble. Now that he had money, should he lend them money when he went back?
On the mother-in-law's side.
He had to give an explanation.
However, the result of the judicial appraisal was that it was an accident.
Presumably, they wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
As for money?
He would not give a single cent to his mother-in-law and the others.
This money is useful to him
Li Xiaojuan didn't know that Wang Wuliu had been looking for a woman outside without telling her all these years.
She was a widow, divorced, and didn't have any children to burden her.
The widow was already four months pregnant, and she was crying and throwing a tantrum, trying to get a name from him.
But marry her.
To Wang Wuliu, it was a huge sum of money.
The betrothal gift was 150,000 yuan.
Haicheng was the poorest place in the northwest, but the betrothal gifts for daughters were ridiculously high. Many people didn't even care about the man's character when they married their daughters, as long as they could afford the betrothal gifts.
Who could tell if he wanted to marry his daughter off or sell his daughter
?
Betrothal gifts required money.
He had to buy some furniture for his wife. The widow's requirements were very high. A set of furniture and electrical appliances would cost at least twenty thousand yuan.
In the future, when she had children, wouldn't she still have to spend money?
He, Wang Wuliu, had finally gotten an heir, so he had to eat well and wear well.
Thinking of this, Wang Wuliu's brows relaxed. He took out his phone and prepared to call the widow.
At this moment, her phone rang.
He frowned and felt a little guilty.
A call from Old Chen?
Why would he call at this hour?
Could it be that they discovered something?
It was impossible.
Were there any surveillance cameras at the construction site?
At that time, there were only him and his wife on the roof of the building. No one saw it at all, and no one suspected it. That day, he cried very "sadly." Who would suspect that he was the murderer?
After a while, Wang Wuliu picked up the phone.
"Hello, Chen Gong? What's the matter? I just fell asleep
…"
"Li Xiaojuan's salary?"
"Look at my memory. I forgot to take my wife's salary. Chen Gong, I'll go over to get it tomorrow morning.”
"Now?"
"Alright then."
Wang Wuliu laughed.
It had been half a year since he started working at the construction site.
Li Xiaojuan earned 150 yuan a day, which meant that she earned at least 4,000 yuan a month.
Six months, that would be twenty-four thousand.
She picked up the canvas bag under the bed and put it down again.
What if he was robbed of his 300,000 yuan in the middle of the night?
Wang Wuliu locked the door and did not alert the relatives in the next room. What if they knew that he was not there and had evil intentions?
They walked out of the hotel.
The streets were a little cold.
It was already three o'clock, and the hotel was a little remote. It was very difficult to get a taxi at this time.
Wang Wuwu waited for more than ten minutes before a taxi pulled up by the roadside.
He got into the car and told her the location.
After a while, Wang Wuliu said,""Master, can you change the channel of this ghost story? It's so late at night. It's so scary."
"I can't."
The taxi driver's voice was a little hoarse.
He said one sentence and then stopped talking.
The Midnight Host deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound hoarse. Perhaps it was because of the frequency of the radio station, but there was always a rustling sound. Coupled with the ghost story atmosphere created by the host, it was a little scary.
The taxi was very fast.
From afar, the car looked a little blurry.
However, the license plate number was very clear.
Ning C: AR438...
(PS: I'll also give you a few late-night ghost car license plates. It's a very violent horror story. The bridge's mird-081, iptad-825, and IPZ-127.）
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