The heroine has been with me for a hundred years

When Jiang Yin said the name Hu Wanjun, An He was stunned.

In fact, to be honest, Hu Wanjun's sense of presence in the villa has never been strong. If Jiang Yin hadn't mentioned her suddenly, An He might not have remembered that there was such a person in the villa.

"Why...do you think she is a ghost?" An He paused, and asked softly in Jiang Yin's ear.

"Intuition." Jiang Yin nodded mysteriously.

An He: "..." This person is not finished yet.

"Actually, it's not." Seeing her speechless expression, Jiang Yin couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth and smiled, but she still kept picking up ingredients.

"I'll talk to you when I get back." Then she said this.

"Oh." An He responded, and then lowered her head again to continue picking up ingredients with her.

But at the same time, a strange feeling suddenly filled her heart, as if something was about to happen, which made her feel faintly uneasy.

……

After Jiang Yin went back with An He with the ingredients in her arms, she studied the door that had been knocked down by herself.

She was very anxious at the time, and didn't know what the door was like when she kicked it. Now she saw that the door couldn't be taken at all, and the place that was connected to the door frame was already rotten. , The door body was also damaged in many places, and the large and small pits were very obvious.

Jiang Yin tried to lift up the door to install it, but finally found that the door could not be installed at all, so she had to give up.

"Let's... change the room." She sighed and shook her head slightly.

"Okay." An He curled the corner of his mouth, couldn't help laughing, and then raised his hand to pat Jiang Yin's head.

When the rooms were allocated on the first night, there were many members who were willing to sleep together, so after everyone moved in, there was just one room vacant in the villa.

Coincidentally, this room happened to be located on the floor where Wang Shanshan lived. What's more, the only people alive on this floor were her and Han Cheng.

However, An He and Jiang Yin didn't care too much about it. After roughly finishing moving the luggage in the original room, they stayed in this room for the time being.

Ever since the incident in Hancheng happened, Wang Shanshan never came out again, and the door of the room was locked tightly, making it impossible for anyone to see what happened inside.

But when An He passed by the door of her room with something, she vaguely heard some strange sounds coming from inside.

Similar to the muffled sound of a hammer or something heavy hitting a very solid object.

Once, again, An He's scalp felt a little numb.

She shook her head, didn't dare to think about it any further, but hurriedly quickened her pace, carried the last thing back into the room, and then closed the door.

The structure of this house is very similar to the one they lived in before, and the placement of the beds and cabinets is exactly the same.

So when An He habitually looked forward to the right, he saw Jiang Yin's figure.

This feeling was so good that An He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and quickly walked over to Jiang Yin and sat down.

"Can you talk about it now?" Then she said, "Tell me how you judged that Hu Wanjun is a ghost."

"En." Jiang Yin responded, and began to tell An He what she heard and saw after she went downstairs.

At that time, everyone gathered in the kitchen, waiting to get the ingredients with good points. The kitchen, which was not very big, suddenly became crowded.

When Jiang Yin went down, she happened to see that Yang Ting and Hu Wanjun were also there, but they didn't stand side by side as usual.

At this time, Hu Wanjun was standing a little far away, trying to distribute the ingredients to everyone, while Yang Ting was standing half a meter behind her, with her head down, wondering what she was thinking.

Because An He had heard about Yang Ting's body temperature and pulse before, and she also had doubts about Yang Ting, so taking this opportunity, Jiang Yin secretly approached Yang Ting in an attempt to verify her. What kind of identity is it.

After all, there were many people in the room, and her movements were very light, so she didn't attract anyone's attention. Jiang Yin came to Yang Ting's side very smoothly.

"There are quite a lot of people." Then she said, as if she wanted to greet Yang Ting, "I don't know when I can take it back."

What she didn't expect was that Yang Ting didn't respond to her at all.

As if he didn't hear anything, the man still lowered his head as before, his big eyes fixed on his feet.

"Yang Ting?" Jiang Yin paused, this time she got closer to her, and even called Yang Ting's name.

At the same time, Jiang Yin also quietly stretched out her hand, pretending to casually sweep over the back of her hand, and found that, as An He said, Yang Ting's body temperature was astonishingly cold.

This time, she still didn't get a response.

But there was no response, which was the best response for Jiang Yin. At this moment, a guess gradually emerged in her heart.

With this in mind, Jiang Yin directly grabbed Yang Ting's wrist this time, with heavy movements and enough strength, her nails even got embedded into her flesh.

It was at this time that Hu Wanjun who was not far away suddenly turned his head and took a look here.

It was after this glance that Yang Ting finally spoke, and then withdrew her hand held by Jiang Yin.

But from the beginning to the end, there was no expression of pain on her face, just like...a puppet.

Yes, it is a puppet, a puppet controlled by Hu Wanjun.

The matter suddenly became clearer at this moment, Jiang Yin roughly recalled it, and remembered that Yang Ting was still alive and kicking on the first night.

But since that night, she seemed to have changed completely, she became more and more taciturn, her face was pale, and her body temperature was cold.

Perhaps Dong Che was not the first to die, but Yang Ting beside him was.

She was killed by Hu Wanjun on the first night, her soul and flesh and blood were dead, leaving only a skin.

Moreover, Jiang Yin suddenly realized that since that night, every time she met Yang Ting, Hu Wanjun was always by her side.

It's easier to control when you get closer, but if you get a little farther away and don't pay attention, it will be the same as before...

Wait, if Hu Wanjun is a ghost, then she told herself to come down just now, did she have ulterior motives?

After realizing this, Jiang Yin's heart suddenly became colder.

The ingredients were finally distributed, and the person who was first in line was about to reach out to get them.

Jiang Yin didn't give him a chance, so she rushed forward, picked up the ingredients and ran back without caring.

As she expected, An He was really in danger. If she came back later, it was very likely that An He would...

"It's okay, it's okay." When Jiang Yin said this, her expression was obviously stained with self-blame again. Seeing her like this, An He hurriedly opened her mouth to coax her, and even hugged her in her arms.

"Then who killed Dong Che, Huang Qingyang...and those eight people outside?" She asked immediately.

"Yang Ting." Jiang Yin said, "or you can put it this way, Hu Wanjun manipulated Yang Ting to kill those people."

"And have you noticed?" When Jiang Yin said this, she suddenly took An He's hand, "The two Dong Che and Huang Qingyang who lost their arms and legs, their hands are very white and very clean. nice?"

"Hmm..." Hearing what she said, An He quickly lowered his head and thought about it, and found that it was really what Jiang Yin said.

"Actually, there is something I have never told you." Jiang Yin saw that she must have remembered, so she continued, "Actually, on the first night, when you were taking a bath in the bathroom, there were also ghosts. Appeared."

"The one at that time should be Hu Wanjun's real body, without hands and feet, only a bare torso and head." She said, "Perhaps her purpose was to plunder the beautiful hands and feet."

"Then according to what you said, if you didn't pull me out of the bathroom that night, it's very likely that I would..." An He suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Jiang Yin didn't speak this time, but her eyes said everything.

"Ah, fortunately, fortunately." An He sighed, and hugged Jiang Yin in front of him again, "Thanks for having you here, I'm so glad I met you."

What An He said was so true that Jiang Yin couldn't help but blushed.

"It's okay." She said softly.

"Then what's going on with Dong Che's nail..." After holding Jiang Yin in his arms for a while, An He asked his last question.

"Yang Ting spit it out." Jiang Yin said, "Yang Ting's skin is similar to the warehouse where Hu Wanjun stores things. When she finds a new target, she will naturally discard the old one."

"And the old one is the material for the preserved egg porridge she cooks for everyone."

"My God." Hearing what she said, An He felt a surge of nausea in his heart.

"However, such a possibility is not ruled out." Jiang Yin frowned, "All this is just her bad taste."

"Maybe she wants to see if human beings will eat their own kind, or just like what happened at noon, she wants to lead everyone as human beings to suspect each other and kill each other, but she is full of calculations." Watching from the wall, in order to gain countless fun."

"It's really hateful." An He sighed.

"Yes." Jiang Yin nodded in response.

"Then what should we do next?" An He was silent for a while, then raised his head to look into Jiang Yin's eyes.

"Wait for the opportunity." Jiang Yin just said so, and then said nothing more.