infinite danger

Chapter 92 Can You Come Over One Time?

"Doughnut poisoned Xiaoqiang to death?" Ye Feng covered his mouth, very surprised: "Is there something wrong with Su Hang and Pan Pu?"

"It's not that confusing..." Huang Jin said, "Actually, besides the donuts and Xiaoqiang's corpse, there was a lot of rubbish on their seats. Xiaoqiang's body was on all fours. It seems that its death was just an accident."

Ye Feng: "I express my deepest condolences to Comrade Xiaoqiang."

Huang Jin: "A moment of silence for Xiaoqiang."

"If you waste time talking nonsense here, you will be the protagonists of the mourning party." Kuang Muzi smiled.

"If it is determined that the squad leader is the murderer, don't we have to die?"

Huang Jin glanced at his desktop from a distance.

The note moved slowly as if sensing him.

Huang Jin's eyes narrowed, not daring to look any further.

"That's right." Kuang Muzi replied.

"I don't want to die either." Ye Feng put away his laughter, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated: "I am a law-abiding student who has never done anything bad. Why should I take the blame? I was killed by a ghost before I was an adult. , this life is too miserable, right?"

"If you don't want to die, you must find out the evidence." Ji Siwei took a picture of the clues he found with "Huya"'s mobile phone, his eyes fell silent: "Doubt and speculation can't bring the murderer to justice."

Ye Feng rubbed his face, accidentally touched a red and swollen pimple, and gasped in pain: "We are not the police, how can we find it? I think it is very impressive to be able to find out this step."

Looking at the densely packed "why" in the math book, Ji Siwei's expression became serious: "Assuming that the monitor is the murderer, guess what kind of psychology he has for inviting the survivors of the fire to stay at his house temporarily at this juncture?"

Ye Feng thought for a while: "Out of guilt, do you want to make up for them?"

"No..." Kuang Muzi said thoughtfully, "If he feels guilty, he will directly stand up and admit that he is the murderer, so that everyone else will be safe."

Ji Siwei tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair again and again, his voice was like frost: "If his intention from the beginning was to kill everyone..."

A chill ran down the spine to the back of the head, everyone was silent at the same time, only the sound of more and more rapid breathing remained in the empty classroom.

The atmosphere suddenly changed and became extremely dull.

Ji Siwei closed the book and put it heavily on the table: "Ye Feng leads the way, go to the monitor's house immediately."

The outline of the sun became blurred, the light orange glow covered the bell tower with a hazy veil, and the old yellowed metal pendulum made a mechanical sound of "tick-tock-tick".

Night will soon fall.

At this time, it happened to be the rush hour for commuting.

The urban traffic network is like a clogged blood vessel, every cell moves slowly and laboriously, and is forced to stop soon.

Looking at the endless train outside, Ye Feng uneasily buttoned the small knitted colorful flowers on the seat cushion, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Little boy, don't button my cushion so bald, it was my mother who hooked it for me."

The driver master saw Ye Feng's movements through the rearview mirror, and his tone was extremely distressed.

Ye Feng was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, driver, I was too anxious."

"Call the master, don't call the driver." The driver master took a sip of water from the thermos: "Don't worry about the traffic jam, it will be fine if you get stuck in the traffic jam."

Ye Feng looked out of the car window again, and muttered softly: "Human life is at stake, can I not be in a hurry..."

"What did you say?" The driver didn't hear clearly, and asked further.

As if hearing Ye Feng's inner voice, the train moved forward slowly.

"It's moving!" Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

For Ye Feng, everyone in the class is alive, their lives are very important, and he will worry about their safety.

Looking at the darkening sky, Huang Jin was more nervous than Ye Feng.

He spread his palm, revealing a small crumpled note.

The note seemed to be growing on the palm of his hand, no matter how hard he pulled it, he couldn't pull it off. With excessive force, he would still feel pain, as if he was pulling his own skin.

The closer it was to midnight, the easier it was for him to lose his life.

It was already dark when we arrived at the community where the squad leader's home was located.

Every time I enter the dungeon, there is a lot of homework in the dark, and Ji Siwei is used to it.

After reporting the house number and the name of the owner, several people entered the community smoothly.

The lights in the community are very dim, but the plants are very lush, and there are blurred shadows everywhere.

Fortunately, Ye Feng has been to the squad leader's house, and he can accurately bring the group to the squad leader's door under such road conditions.

The squad leader's house is a simple three-story villa with a small yard.

The plants in the yard are withered, yellow and decayed, in stark contrast to the lush trees outside the yard.

A pale yellow light shines through the windows, and a vaguely yin air hangs over the house, making it look extraordinarily gloomy.

If you shoot a horror movie here, the effect must be very good.

The courtyard door was not locked, and a group of people walked in front of the gate.

Hearing the noise in the room, Ye Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

Ji Siwei rang the doorbell.

"right away!"

The monitor's voice sounded from inside.

The door opened from the inside, and the music with strong drum beats spilled out.

The squad leader laughed as soon as he saw them: "It's great that you are here too."

After reading the lettering on the table and listening to Ji Siwei's analysis, Ye Feng saw the smile on the monitor's face again, and a layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

Huang Jin was even less courageous than Ye Feng, and now he was clenching his hands, not even daring to look directly into the monitor's eyes.

Kuang Muzi's performance was much better than these two boys, and he greeted the class monitor with a smile: "Squad leader, add a few more beds for us tonight."

"Of course." The squad leader smiled heartily, and turned to look at the cat in Ji Siwei's arms: "Huya, when did you raise a cat?"

"Recently." Ji Siwei's expression was as usual, and his tone was tepid.

"The black cat is quite handsome." The squad leader knew that he didn't like to socialize, so he didn't exchange any more greetings, and stepped aside: "Come in quickly, we are preparing to eat."

"Excuse me." Ji Siwei went in first.

Kuang Muzi followed closely behind: "I've already smelled the smell of fried chicken, I'm so hungry."

Ye Feng and Huang Jin looked at each other, and for some reason suddenly felt a feeling of revolutionary friendship, and they walked behind Ji Siwei one after the other.

The living room of the squad leader's house is quite spacious, but it is obviously a bit crowded now.

The tea table and dining table are filled with food such as family buckets and pizza, the sofa chairs are full of people, and those who have no place to sit stand near the dining table.

They chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was much better than in the classroom.

After Ji Siwei and his party entered the living room, everyone looked over in unison.

Ghosts are mixed among the living people, but Ji Siwei can now tell which ones are ghosts.

"I thought you guys wouldn't be coming." The boy with glasses waved the chicken leg on his hand: "The takeaway just arrived, and with the four of you added, there won't be enough for dinner."

Thinking of what was written in Jiang Ling's diary, Ye Feng had a problem with the boy with glasses, and looked at him with awkward eyes: "Just eat."

Wang Chao stood up and greeted them: "If you don't have enough food, just order another takeaway. Ye Feng, come here quickly. The squad leader contributed several bottles of red wine to us today."

"You're welcome, it's not good wine." The squad leader took a few glasses and asked them, "Is no one allergic to alcohol?"

All four answered no.

As soon as Ji Siwei took the half-filled glass, the eight-tailed cat in his arms moved uneasily.

Nose moved to the edge of the cup and sniffed, the eight-tailed cat's eyes turned cold, and its paws pressed Ji Siwei's wrist.

Ji Siwei understood the eyes and movements of the eight-tailed cat, tapped the wine glass with his fingertips, and calmly sent a signal to Kuang Muzi.

Kuang Muzi was already very vigilant, so he nodded slightly at him, chatted with a few girls with a smile on his face, and kept the red wine in his hand untouched.

Ye Feng and Huang Jin were in a heavy mood, and they were not in the mood to drink.

Glancing at the red wine in other people's glasses and the empty wine bottle on the table, Ji Siwei had a guess in his mind.

There is something wrong with the wine.

The bottle of wine that the squad leader just took was almost empty, which meant that not only his glass had a problem, but also the wine that other people drank.

The squad leader is now very likely to take action against these survivors.

The eight-tailed cat glanced at Ji Siwei, felt something, and jumped to the ground lightly.

"Squad leader, can you come here?"

Ji Siwei put down his wine glass, dimples appeared on his lips, the end of his slender eyes slightly curved, his eyes were clear, especially pure and gentle.

"What's the matter?" The squad leader smiled and walked in front of Ji Siwei unsuspectingly.

A pale hand grabbed the squad leader's arm and pulled it without warning.

The squad leader was stunned, the smile on his face froze, and his body leaned forward inertially.

A cold and strong hand grabbed the monitor's throat and pressed down.

His back hit the dining table, the squad leader waved his arms in a panic, and the wine bottle and glass were swept to the floor, making a harsh and sharp cracking sound.

Ji Siwei's series of actions were flowing and flowing, very casual, but the squad leader was completely unable to break free from the shackles.

"Huya! What are you doing?"

"Has he been possessed by a ghost?"

The people standing around reacted slowly, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Looking at Ji Siwei's stern profile, he even subconsciously took a few steps back.

The ghosts in the crowd couldn't understand this reversal, so they didn't move.

Kuang Muzi put down his wine glass, helped to hold down the monitor's arm, and looked at the two companions who were stunned: "Why are you standing there, come help."

Only then did Ye Feng and Huang Jin come to their senses, they supported the squad leader from left to right, and turned him abruptly.

Pulling off his tie, Ji Siwei neatly tied the monitor's hands.

"There's something wrong with the wine, don't drink any more."

Ji Siwei tidied up his crumpled sleeves, and glanced at the astonished crowd.

"What's wrong?"

The crowd was in an uproar, looking at their cups one after another.

"It's drugged inside." Ji Siwei said.

"I didn't!" The squad leader's eyes were red, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he twisted his body desperately.

Ye Feng and Huang Jin almost couldn't suppress it.

Ji Siwei twisted out a small red blood mist ball with his fingertips and bounced it on the monitor's back.

The squad leader let out a cry of pain, and finally calmed down.

Ji Siwei withdrew his hand calmly, and reminded: "The squad leader is not so quick to dispose of the garbage, you go to the kitchen or the trash can and look for it, maybe you can find the medicine box."

Not only living people, even ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay.

I don't know who moved first, and then several people walked towards the kitchen.

After a while, they came out of the kitchen.

The leader, Wang Chao, had a complex expression, holding a few pieces of cardboard boxes in his hands.

In front of everyone, Wang Chao put the pieces together.

There is a long drug name printed on the cracked carton, which contains an ingredient called triazole warehouse.

"If you think the evidence is not sufficient." Ji Siwei's tone was the same as usual: "You can also check the browsing history of the squad leader's mobile phone and computer, and payment records. If you don't have a prescription for this medicine, you can only buy it on black websites."

Forcibly unlocking the phone with the squad leader's fingerprint, Wang Chao checked his consumption records and saw a suspicious payment record.

Following the clues, he also found a black website selling medicine.