Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

Hu Jiansheng was stunned for a moment and took a step back.

Pan Meiru continued to step forward. She took off the gold watch with stars on her wrist and stuffed it into Hu Jiansheng's hand, "This is for you."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Mr. Hu. My bastard husband keeps beating me. I never have a good day with him. He can't live again. Do you understand?"

"Don't come here."

"Okay." Pan Meiru stopped, "Don't understand this. Let's just make a deal. I'll give you 100 million. If you kill him, all you have to do is strangle him. You're strangling a dead man. No one knows. He's dead. You continue to put makeup on his body, put it in a coffin, and bury it in the soil, and you will get 100 million."

"No, I can't do it."

"200."

Hu Jiansheng's feet stopped and he hesitated. He looked at the gold watch that Pan Meiru forced into his hand. The gold watch was worth 10,000+.

He knew the Pan Meiru in front of him, a rich woman whom he had seen in the newspapers. She has money, she is willing to give 200 million.

Hu Jiansheng's monthly salary is 200 yuan, and he will never earn 35 million yuan in his lifetime. He is [-] years old. He has been released from prison and his future is unclear.

What he had to do was to strangle Hu Jiansheng to death with his hands. A few minutes would be enough. Indeed, no one would know.

But, that is killing.

"Five million. Mr. Hu. You just need to help me strangle my husband to death. In a few minutes, there will be 500 million."

500! Hu Jian was very excited.

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"Will you really give me 500 million?"

"Yes, I promise, after you finish this, you will come with me to get the money immediately."

Hu Jiansheng took a deep breath and said coolly, "Okay."

The two walked towards Zheng Xiu who was lying on the aluminum alloy table, with Hu Jiansheng in front and Pan Meiru following behind.

Zheng Xiu's breathing became more and more obvious, and he would wake up soon.

be quick. It can't be delayed any longer.

Hu Jiansheng stretched out his trembling hand and pressed it on Zheng Xiu's neck.

With a "huh" sound, Zheng Xiu suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up, his eyes were hazy, and soon he saw a strange man strangling his neck.

where am I?what happened?

He quickly recalled what happened a week ago. That night, after dinner, he walked to the door to smoke. Suddenly a man (Goto) came out of the darkness and stabbed him crazily.

One knife, two knifes, it hurts like hell. He fell to the ground and Goto continued to stab him, aiming to kill him.

Relying on the instinct of a former dragon and tiger boxer, Zheng Xiu held down the sword and kicked Goto with all his strength.

Neighbors found out and shouted for help. Goto escaped, but he only managed to save half his life.

After that, he lay in the hospital, unconscious all the time. In the coma, he had dreams in his mind, thinking about this life, who wanted to harm him?

Who else could it be, it must be that woman, his wife.

Gradually, he felt less and less conscious and his willpower became weaker and weaker. (He was injected with insulin). He felt that he was going to die.

But there is still the unwilling thought that is holding me back - I can't die, I can't take advantage of that woman.

And it was this last remaining thought that allowed him to experience suspended animation and miraculously come to life at this moment.

Hu Jiansheng pinched Zheng Xiu's neck, and Zheng Xiu's neck turned red. Coughing, causing pain in the body.

He kicked Hu Jiansheng with all his strength, and the dying man exploded with strength.

Hu Jiansheng's hand loosened and he fell to the ground.

Only if you die can I live!

Zheng Xiu sat up, threw himself on Hu Jiansheng, and raised his fists, one punch, two punches.

Hu Jiansheng held his head and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."

Pan Meiru from behind rushed up to help. Pan Meiru saw a dressing box for the undertaker on the table, and there was a pair of scissors in it.

She grabbed the scissors and inserted them into Zheng Xiu's back.

Heartbroken, Zheng Xiu turned his head and saw Pan Meiru, that woman! It's really her!

His anger outweighed the pain, and Zheng Xiu pulled out the scissors, inserted them into Pan Meiru's abdomen, quickly pulled them out, and then inserted them again.

Pan Meiru clutched her stomach, which was full of blood. The blood gushed out and she fell to the ground tremblingly.

Hu Jiansheng was frightened when he saw this scene. He wanted to run away, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up at all. He crawled, "Help, help." He wanted to escape from this terrifying scene...

Zheng Xiu turned to target Pan Meiru. He climbed on Pan Meiru's body, pinched Pan Meiru's neck with one hand, and grabbed the scissors with the other.

Pan Meiru stretched out her hand, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"Go ahead and talk to the ghost."

Zheng Xiu's eyes were ferocious as he pinched Pan Meiru's neck and stabbed the scissors hard with his other hand, one, two, three...

He was filled with rage and possessed. Pan Meiru's blood spurted on his face, and he couldn't remember how many times he stabbed her.

When Pan Meiru didn't move, the scissors still dropped and were pulled out.

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2 minute later.

Pan Meiru is dead.

Zheng Xiu reacted. He wiped the blood from his face and gasped. He deserved it.

However, he soon realized a problem - he killed Pan Meiru himself.

Is this a crime?

It was Pan Meiru who wanted to kill her first, and he was acting in self-defense.

No, he quickly realized that his actions might not qualify as self-defense.

If it's just a few cuts, that counts.

He looked at Pan Meiru's body and wondered how many times he had stabbed her, dozens, dozens...

This was no longer self-defense, but murder. Whether it was wrongful killing or murder, he would go to jail.

Can't go to jail.

However, he looked at this place. This was the morgue. There was a body bag with a label on it - the deceased, Zheng Xiu.

He is already regarded as a dead person. How can a dead person go to jail?

Probably because he slept for a long time while he was hospitalized, Zheng Xiu's mind was particularly clear at this moment, and those strange and terrifying thoughts popped up in his mind one after another.

He looked at Hu Jiansheng who was still in front and wanted to crawl, but his hands and feet were numb and cramped and he couldn't crawl.

Zheng Xiu stood up, walked to Hu Jiansheng, and raised the scissors.

"Don't kill me! Spare your life!" Hu Jiansheng clasped his hands and begged for mercy. "I didn't want to kill you. That woman asked me to do it. She said she would give me 500 million. I was impulsive. Spare your life!"

"Five million? She said she would give you 500 million?"

Zheng Xiu turned his head and glanced at Pan Meiru's body, then looked at Hu Jiansheng calmly.

"Yes."

"Are you an undertaker?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that woman (Pan Meiru)?"

"do not know."

Hu Jiansheng stammered everything about finding out Zheng Xiu was not dead, calling Pan Meiru, and Pan Meiru's conditions with him.

After listening, Zheng Xiu understood.

His brain was thinking rapidly again, and the incredible strategy seemed more and more feasible to him.

"Is there no one in this place now?"

"No."

"When will someone come to work?"

"Six in the morning."

Zheng Xiu looked at the clock on the wall. It was now 3:00 in the morning.

In other words, there are still three hours between now and tomorrow morning. Plenty of time.

No one else was at the funeral home during those three hours.

He asked again, "Normally speaking, my corpse." He pointed at himself, "When will it be sent away from the funeral parlor?"

"I don't know about this. It should take one or two days. I put on makeup and then notify the family members to come and see it. After the family members view it and confirm that there is no problem, they will arrange to send the body to the crematorium for cremation or burial."

Family members? Zheng Xiu thought as he looked at the first contact family member of the body bag.

Soon, the idea was made.

Zheng Xiu said to Hu Jiansheng, "Let's do this. I will also give you 500 million, and you can make up Pan Meiru's corpse to look like me."

"What?" Hu Jiansheng's eyes widened.