"Ah -ah -hang up -Come and come -someone hangs it-" Zhou Acai scared to the gate of the prison and shouted, and his hand stretched to the longest and waved hard.

However, his cellmates are still doing their own things, his shouts seem to be separated by a world, they are on the other side and cannot be heard. Zhou Acai broke his throat by shouting, but still no one heard him.

He was really scared, his whole body began to tremble, and his legs began to weaken. He held onto the cell door and slowly slid down, not daring to see Bai Zhankui hanging himself, and kept murmuring in his pale lips: "Ghost blocks the wall...Ghost Blocking the wall... the ghost blocking the wall..."

Bai Zhankui was still half-hanging on the wall, with the corners of his mouth grinning at an abnormal angle, his eyes wide open, and his tongue sticking out long. From a distance, he looked like he was alive, or he was smiling mischievously after a prank.

When Fu Mingrui arrived the next day, the head of the cell and the guards were all standing by the door of Bai Zhankui's cell with their scalps tight. The people in the cell committed suicide in fear of crime. Naturally, they were not good at guarding them!

"We don't want to be here!"

"We don't want to be here!"

Prisoners shouted from the cell where Bai Zhankui was. Bai Zhankui committed suicide lying down was weird enough, but his neighbor Zhou Acai was frightened into madness, which is even more cautious.

Those who are locked up here are all guilty. They have a guilty conscience. The so-called don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but who here is not afraid of ghosts?

The head of the cell has been getting darker recently.

There are quite a few people who committed suicide in prison, but the one who can hang himself while lying down like Bai Zhankui is also the first person in the history, and he can be called a talent in suicide. No matter who hanged himself in that position, he couldn't hold on, and stood up by himself.

And, just this month, it's already the third one.

A few days ago, it was Ma Guanqun who was frightened to death by thunder, and Zhou Youfa who committed suicide by biting his tongue.

Is it really because this month is a ghost month? Before and after the Hungry Ghost Festival, the ghosts come up to claim their lives?

Fu Mingrui also had a gloomy face, and checked the cell, but there was no suspicious trace, and it looked like suicide. However, Fu Mingrui has been handling the case so far, and this is the first time he has seen someone who can hang himself while lying down.

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, it is Bai Zhankui who is smiling at everyone. That smile is particularly creepy and sarcasm towards the world. What the **** is he laughing at? What is he mocking again?

Bai Zhankui's unconcerned smile made the police officers who were used to seeing the dismembered corpses feel terrified, and they all took a quick look, and then stopped looking at Bai Zhankui's wide-open eyes.

Fu Mingrui waved his hand, and the policeman immediately untied Bai Zhankui and put him at ease. Trying to close his eyes for him, but no matter what. That smile also seemed to be frozen on his face and could not be erased.

Wu Zuo went forward to conduct an autopsy, inspected it carefully for a while, and nodded to Fu Mingrui: "It was hanged." All traces were too obvious. Bai Zhankui's body was clean, and there was no other trauma, except for a strangle mark on his neck. It can be said that the body is too clean, not even the slightest trace of struggle.

For some hanged people, half of them will struggle instinctively because of the pain, and sometimes they will scratch the skin of the neck, so there will be scratches on the neck after death, there will be skin flakes and blood in the nails, and the fingers will not be straight. Maintain the form of struggling before death. But Bai Zhankui didn't have any of these.

Although Wu Zuo had made a decision, he was also trembling in his heart, it was too "strange" for Bai Zhankui to die.

Fu Mingrui immediately scolded the cell boss, Old Wang: "Old Wang! Why didn't you notice that such a big living person hanged himself?!" It was quiet, how could the jailer not notice it? Although Fu Mingrui was strict, he didn't blame him, because he knew that Lao Wang had been doing his duty all along, and there must be something strange and reason for it.

Lao Wang also gritted his teeth in annoyance, why didn't he find out?

On the night that Ma Guanqun and Zhou Youfa committed suicide, even though there was lightning and thunder, his Lao Wang found out. It's just that Ma Guanqun was too scared to die, and Zhou Youfa couldn't be cured because of excessive blood loss. But this hanging took a while, if it was discovered in time, it would naturally be able to be rescued.

"My lord, my little one, I think it's no wonder the prison boss." Zhang Wang, the jailer who was on duty with Lao Wang last night, said tremblingly. He was young and dared to speak up.

Fu Mingrui looked at Zhang Wang sternly: "Just tell me."

Zhang Wang turned pale and pointed at Zhou Acai who was curled up in fright: "When we found out, Zhou Acai next door said he yelled, but we didn't hear him. Looking around in fear, he lowered his voice, "The ghost blocks the wall... because the ghost blocks the wall... so... we can't hear..."

"Nonsense!" Before Fu Mingrui could speak, Zhao Chengcheng who was beside him shouted loudly. Zhao Chengjian was so mighty, and he looked like Tiangang's righteous energy to protect his body. His words were even more muffled, "What the hell! I think it's you There are ghosts in my heart! You must have been lazy last night!"

Lao Wang and Zhang Wang knelt down immediately: "My lord, we really don't have any!" Lao Wang patted his chest, "My lord, you know me, I'm definitely not that kind of person. Xiao Wang came to the prison and was very responsible. Taking adults as an example, Xiao Wang and I were really on duty last night, but... some strange things did happen, that is, the temperature in the prison suddenly dropped on a hot day..." Lao Wang dared not continue, "If the adults must blame, Please blame me alone, I am the head of the cell, and I shall bear the responsibility!"

Zhang Wang looked at Lao Wang gratefully and adoringly, and was stopped by Lao Wang when he was about to say that he was coming to carry it. Old Wang is the head of the prison, and he has been doing it for decades. Even before Fu Mingrui entered the Eight Gates, he was watching the Eight Gates prison. He can be said to be the veteran of the Eight Gates. If he comes to carry it, at most he will be punished with silver.

But Zhang Wang is still a young man in his seventeenth or eighteenth year. He has just been assigned to the eighth sect. He is a newcomer. If he carries it, he will lose his job. Once outside, it is even more difficult to find a tolerance.

If it was before, Fu Mingrui must not believe in those strange things. But now, it's different. He frowned and looked at Zhao Cheng: "The case is closed with Bai Zhankui committing suicide in prison."

Zhao Cheng didn't have any doubts, because it seemed obvious to him. Bai Zhankui killed his parents. He committed a heinous crime and committed suicide in fear of crime. There is no suspense. It's just that suicide is really cheap for this beast.

Zhao Cheng took out a pen and paper, and simply recorded. In the middle of writing, he asked the author: "When is the approximate time of death?"

Lao Wang and the others found the body this morning, so if Bai Zhankui died last night, it would be considered yesterday; if he died after midnight, it should be considered today. Here, you can't be half random.

Wu Zuo pinched the corpse, looked at the corpse spot: "It was between You and Xu hours last night."

Zhao Cheng wrote it down: "Last night...that was the Year of Gengzi, July 28th."

"What did you say?" Fu Mingrui looked at Zhao Cheng, "July 28?"

Zhao Cheng looked at Fu Mingrui suspiciously: "Yeah, July 28th, what's the matter? Boss?"

Fu Mingrui turned his face sideways, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing." But his black eyes were filled with dark clouds.

July 28th was the wedding day of Bai Zhankui and his wife, Yu Pingting...