Chapter 852: Who is the murderer 13

Ning Shu saw the red rope on Fan Junyang's neck. She also saw it on Xiaolan's neck.
I thought it was a coincidence that I didn't see the pendant. It doesn't mean that two people have a relationship.
Fan Junyang wiped his face and couldn't bear to look down on the ground, his face was deeply cut by the axe.
"I want to leave here, I don't want to stay here." Fan Junyang's eyes are red, as if to cry.
Everyone else looked over and saw the members die one by one, and the death method was cruel and could not help but pick it up.
"Why should I come to this ghost place?"
"I am afraid, I want to go home..."
"Fuck……"
"Who is it, people are ghosts."
The atmosphere of fear and anxiety is breathless, and people around him are suspected to be like a bird of surprise.
"Fan Junyang, you brought us here, Laozi is going home now, go home." A boy glared at Fan Junyang's collar, and his fist was heavily on Fan Junyang's face.
Fan Junyang fell to the ground, his mouth overflowed with blood, he did not have a backhand, he sat on the ground and collapsed his hair.
The boy still wants to play Fan Junyang and was dragged by others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it is useless to kill him now."
The boy named Wang Jie snorted. "He may be the murderer. It is safe to kill everyone."
The uncle was checking the enemy's body to kill the enemy. He pulled out the axe on the door of the body and stood up. He held the axe with blood on his hand. "What?"
"Get out of the hall and stay alone. Whoever dares to go out, I will be rude to him."
Uncle looked at Wang Jie with a slight squint, and Wang Jie immediately bowed his head to the uncle's eyes.
"Take the body to the yard." Uncle said faintly, turned and went downstairs.
Everyone else is behind the uncle.
Looking at the body on the ground, the 795 sighed and moved the body downstairs.
"I will help you," said Wang Jie.
"Good." 795 and Wang Jie moved the body down.
Ning Shu followed behind the two, the body of sticky blood dripping on the floor, there have been several murders on the upstairs, the blood on the floor has dried up, forming a trace of black and red.
There are already several bodies under the snowdrift in the yard. There are 696 Mei Ziqing, there are Zhang Jiasen, there are two girls, and Pan Chen, the girl who has been blinded, the boy whose body is sawed in half, is the axe. The hacked girl, and a girl who was smashed in the heart and thrown in the latrine, ran to Lin Xia, who had no news.
Ten people died in such a short time.
"You said that someone will be suspended, we are still digging the body is still there?" Ning Shu said to the 795.
These bodies were buried under the snow, and I don’t know if the body is there?
795 thought about it, took a shovel and a hoe, and handed it to Ning Shu. "Then we dig."
"I am coming, her hand is hurt." Wang Jie said with the iron shovel.
795 looked at Ning Shu's hand wrapped in gauze, did not say anything, and Wang Jie two began to dig the body.
Ning Shu stared at Wang Jie, this person has basically no sense of existence, this will be so positive, always give Ning Shu quite strange feeling.
795 and Wang Jie dug up a corpse, these bodies have been frozen and stiff, but the internal organs still began to rot, and there is a strange smell.
Ning Shu checked whether there were red ropes on the neck of these bodies.
The girl wears a necklace like a necklace on her neck, with no red rope.
One is the of the country, the president of a university club, and both of them are carrying red ropes. It is estimated that there is a connection.
Whether it is a coincidence or not, we must investigate.
However, Ning Shu still found that there was one less body, and Pan Chen of Qing Xiu Si Wen was gone.
Pan Chen was on the threshold of the back of his head, causing brain death, but now the body is gone.
"There is one less person." 795 touched his chin. "Even if he is not a murderer, he has something to do with the murderer."
Wang Jie said: "Whoever got his body away, or he didn't die at all, where is he hiding now?"
Ning Shu glared at Wang Jie, so active?
Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu and asked: "Do you still hurt your hand?"
none of your business?
Ning Shu licked his mouth, did not speak, turned and went back to the room, and smashed the snow in front of the door and walked in to the uncle and said: "Pan Chen's body is gone."
The uncle just blinked. Others heard the news and whispered. "Is Pan Chen the murderer?"
"Pan Chen is not dead?"
"..."
"Stay in the hall, don't go out." Uncle said indifferently.
This will start to darken the weather, everyone's stomach is too hungry, there is no place to do, sitting directly on the ground, the sound of stomach hungry one after another.
The hall was quiet, everyone was languid, afraid and fearful, hungry and tired, sitting back to back.
Ning Shu has eaten the Gu Gu Dan, but does not feel how hungry, plus a little bit of cultivation, the physical condition is good, that is, the injury on the hand is very itchy.
Wang Jie and 795 re-buried the body with snow and brought a chill into the house.
The old woman and Xiaolan got dinner for everyone, and now there is less dinner, the black-faced steamed bun is smaller than before, and it is enough to eat a bowl of boiling water.
Everyone is chewing slowly, for fear of eating it, eating a meal a day, or such a small girl.
795 casually licking the hoe, eating the gluten Dan is not hungry for half a month, it is really not enough to eat dead noodles.
"Give it to you." Wang Jie tore half of the black-faced steamed bun to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu’s face is inexplicable, and there is nothing to offer.
"Thank you, no." Ning Shu refused directly, I am not familiar with you.
"Oh..." Uncle squinted, with a hint of ridicule, not knowing whether it was Ning Shu or Wang Jie.
Wang Jie saw the uncle to see him, did not insist on giving Ning Shu a head, and he lowered his head to eat.
The old woman took the brazier to the hall, still the fragrant wood, and the room was warmer and gave off a faint scent.
The old woman squatted and said with a cane: "When can you leave, there is no food at home."
As the leader of the team, Fan Junyang naturally came out to solve the problem, but said helplessly: "The elderly, can you go to other places to buy some food, how much we give."
"How much food we can have in this poor place, it is good to survive this winter, there is no surplus at all." The old woman shook her head and said.
The look of the old woman is very bad. It is very bad to see people's eyes, just like everyone in this house is eating white food.
"Hey, let us stay for two more days, we will leave when the snow stops." Fan Junyang said with a bite, "Save a person to win a seven-level floating squad, not to mention us so many people."