After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

Jiang Jincheng and his team squatted in the dark for several hours, changing their posture more than a dozen times. Their legs were numb and uncomfortable from squatting, but they didn't catch a single person.

Jiang Jincheng had a serious back injury and couldn't stand or sit for a long time. At this moment, his back pain was unbearable and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Xiao Ling noticed Jiang Jincheng's discomfort and carefully approached him and called out, "Captain Jiang...are you tired of squatting?"

"Stop talking and focus."

Jiang Jincheng gritted his teeth and took a breath of cold air. He felt a sharp pain in his waist and almost fell down. Fortunately, Xiao Ling reached out and grabbed Jiang Jincheng, but this caused his center of gravity to shift backwards and he fell straight into Xiao Ling's arms.

"hiss…"

Both of them were hurt from the collision. Jiang Jincheng was better but his waist hurt a lot. Xiao Ling couldn't help but whimpering because of the dull pain in his chest.

"You want to throw me to death, you little brat?"

"Hiss... Damn..."

Jiang Jincheng realized that his waist seemed to be twisted, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up for a while. Xiao Ling hurriedly stood up and reached out to help Jiang Jincheng but felt a little inappropriate.

"That...Captain Jiang..."

Xiao Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Captain Jiang, why don't you lean on me and rest for a while..."

Jiang Jincheng was about to refuse but he twitched in pain. He sighed and reluctantly said "hmm". Only after getting permission did Xiao Ling dare to gently help him up and carefully lean him on his shoulder so that Jiang Jincheng's body could find the force point comfortably.

Jiang Jincheng gasped for air but still seemed to be feeling uncomfortable. He moved into his arms again, trying to find a position that would make his waist more comfortable.

"what time is it?"

Xiao Ling glanced at his phone and whispered back, "It's half past four, Captain Jiang."

"It's already half past four???"

Jiang Jincheng secretly cried out that it was not good. The two bodies died at about 12:30. Now four hours have passed. How come the murderer hasn't come in yet? !

"Call the other three groups right now! Ask them if anyone has come in there!!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Ling held Jiang Jincheng's waist with one hand and opened the address book with the other hand to call each person one by one to inquire. Jiang Jincheng leaned in his arms and could hear the voices on the phone. Several groups said that they did not see anyone come in.

Jiang Jincheng was slightly stunned. Could it be that the murderer really gave up killing people today because Feng Le fled to the United States? ?

"Go call the team guarding the floor! If there's no one there, then we'll retreat tonight."

Xiao Ling obediently dialed the phone, and the police officers guarding the first and second floors said that they had not seen anyone coming up.

"Tsk... I guess the murderer couldn't kill Feng Le because he went abroad..."

Jiang Jincheng reluctantly stood up and covered his waist. His back was sticky with sweat. He took a moment to calm down before speaking: "Tag everyone in the group and leave. That's all for tonight."

Jiang Jincheng propped himself up and walked out of the hidden bushes, but as he walked towards the school gate, he subconsciously turned his head to glance at the classroom.

Jiang Jincheng felt dizzy and shook his head vigorously, but his pupils shrank. In the distance, at the door of the third-floor classroom, a dark figure was hanging in the air, swaying in the wind...

how come…

how come! ! !

What time is it!

Jiang Jincheng rushed to the nearby teaching building like crazy. Xiao Ling, who had just tagged a complete member, watched Jiang Jincheng rush out and subconsciously shouted: "Captain Jiang!"

He looked up and was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him, using his cell phone to tag all the members: Call the police! Call the medical examiner! Hurry up!

"Ha ha…"

Jiang Jincheng stumbled up to the third floor and nearly fell. That familiar murder method... that familiar corpse... hanging without the help of a stool...

Jiang Jincheng reached out his hand with trembling hands and touched Feng Le's body, but it was already cold... It was obvious that he had died several hours ago, and the body had already shown signs of rigor mortis and varying degrees of postmortem illness.

"Damn it!! How on earth did he get in?!"

Jiang Jincheng kicked the wall angrily, and the lime on the wall fell down, leaving a footprint of varying depths.

"You're playing tricks on me... Damn it!"

He calmed down and then squatted on the ground, trying to see if he could find fingerprints or hair left by the murderer... Unfortunately, the scene was cleaner than his face!

However, Jun Li and Bai Ze, who were standing in the darkness, quietly retreated and disappeared into the night...

Jun Li's face looked very unhappy. He and Bai Ze had been standing near the classroom just now. They didn't actually see anyone coming up the stairs. Fortunately, Jun Li was careful and had to go to the classroom to take a look.

It didn't matter that Feng Le had been locked in the classroom at some point, and was crying and banging on the door desperately.

But he and Jun Li seemed to be in two different worlds. Jun Li could see his mouth moving, crying and calling for help, but he could not hear a word, not even the sound of him frantically banging on the door.

The classroom where Feng Le was was like a muted TV. Only the picture kept moving but no sound was heard. It was obvious that Feng Le could not see Jun Li because Jun Li took off the breath-holding spell halfway. He wanted to verify whether Feng Le, who was locked in the classroom, would call for help like him outside the classroom, but he didn't.

The two of them were like two different worlds. Jun Li could see him but couldn't hear his voice, and Feng Le could neither see nor hear him and could only helplessly bang on the classroom door.

Jun Li tried to destroy the door with a talisman, but this evil spirit seemed extremely powerful, and the talisman had no effect on the door.

Jun Li could only wait outside for Feng Le's death. He found that there was no way to stop Li Gui from killing people. Once Li Gui started killing, it was impossible to stop by external forces because this was the rule it set!

Come to think of it, he could think of stopping Li Gui from killing people and make Li Gui break the rules, so how could Li Gui not think of this? Now, isn't the current situation Li Gui taking precautions to prevent Jun Li from stopping it from killing people?

Jun Li was extremely unwilling. This time he couldn't even see Li Gui and could only watch a living person being killed inexplicably.

Suddenly the door was opened, and there was some light in his eyes as he looked at Feng Le who was lying limp on the ground. But Jun Li saw at a glance that the thick hemp rope as sharp as a blade was hanging in the air, waiting for Feng Le to rush out of the classroom and then strangle him to death!

But Feng Le really seemed to be unable to see anything. When he saw the door open, there was fear in his eyes, and then light slowly appeared.

"Don't go there!!"

Feng Le couldn't hear Jun Li's screams at all. The moment he rushed out of the classroom, his neck was strangled by the hemp rope that had been waiting for a long time and then gradually tightened...

Li Gui completed the murder right under his nose without alerting anyone. If Jun Li hadn't run outside the classroom to check the situation, Feng Le's body would have been cold and they wouldn't have known that someone had died here.

Feng Le's body was carried away just like the previous two bodies. Obviously, the autopsy report was no longer important. It was certain that, like the other two bodies, there were no external injuries, no drug residues, and no signs of a struggle.

Then, once again, it was determined to be "suicide" in a situation that no one could accept.

Even though everyone knew that this could not possibly be suicide, there was really nothing that could be done because no one could make the corpse speak this time.