Chapter 511： Modern God Stick 39 ┃ Burial of the living tomb (1/2)

The five stood aside, looking at the middle-aged woman with awe.

Heartbreaking cries echoed in this community. The mother and son, who were hugging each other tightly, were covered in blood. This scene was already tragic. The people on the balcony were still watching all this silently.

Their faces are so cold and numb, like masks that have been worn for a long time, which have been attached to their flesh and can never be removed.

They have lost the joys and sorrows that normal people should have, and they are closer to the corpse than the broken little boy on the ground.

"Fuck! Why do I think these people are scarier than ghosts!" Huang Mao low cursed inaudibly.

"Be careful!" Xiaodao pulled him hard, and at the same time kicked Ziwei out.

Xuan Ming picked up Zhuang Li and quickly retreated.

Just listening to the muffled sound of bang bang bang, five figures fell from the sky and shattered, and a large pool of blood quickly joined together, turning this open space into a pool of blood.

The middle-aged woman didn't dodge, but the five corpses just avoided her position and exploded all over her body.

The middle-aged woman was stunned, and her grief-stricken cries stopped for a moment.

Zhuang Li quickly walked over to check the situation, and pondered: "Judging from the characteristics of the corpses, they were still alive when they jumped off, so they should have committed suicide. Huh?"

He had a rare look of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Ming asked worriedly.

"Look." Zhuang Li pointed to the wrists of each corpse.

"This is--"

Xuan Ming carefully identified a ring mark on the wrists of these people, and his tone became extremely surprised: "Are they taskers or players?"

These ring marks are clearly the uneven skin tone caused by wearing the task manager for many years. Strangely though, what about those managers? Why are they gone? In the game world, the task manager can't be removed in any way.

"This copy is so strange!" Xiaodao felt a chill slowly creep up his back.

"Are these people really missionaries or players? Why did they commit suicide? Did they fail to pass the level and were left here and couldn't get out? If they can't get out, just wait, there are always new players or missionaries who can clear the level, and there are people who are alive. Hope, why do you want to die?" Huang Mao said in confusion.

"That's the problem." Zhuang Li straightened up, looked at the "ghosts" on the balcony, and said solemnly, "Perhaps for them, there is no hope for life."

Why is there no hope? What the **** happened to them?

More mysteries emerged, giving Ziwei, Xiaodao and Huangmao a splitting headache.

Xuan Ming said solemnly, "They have gone back."

Everyone hurriedly looked at the building, only to see those "ghosts" disappearing from the balcony. What they were waiting for, looking at, and fearing seemed to be the bursting blood flowers.

Such a scene seems to have become a ritual for them.

Weird! Everything here is so weird!

Xuan Ming clenched Zhuang Li's hand tightly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showed concern. Zhuang Li scratched the back of his hand with his fingertips, signaling him to relax.

At this moment, the police finally arrived, and after the inquest, the corpses were loaded into vehicles and transported away. The middle-aged woman grabbed a policeman's sleeve and complained angrily: "It was Wang Xiaodan who killed my son! She is my neighbor, she hates me and my son, she must have done Yuan Yuan's death!"

The police didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the corpse. They only said that they should check the surveillance first to see how this happened.

The woman cried frantically: "It's Wang Xiaodan, it must be her! She had an affair with my husband! She wanted to kill me and my son for a long time! It must be her!"

The police took the middle-aged woman to the monitoring room of the community while soothing her emotions.

Zhuang Li and the others naturally followed.

The staff of the property called up the surveillance at the time of the incident and saw a 6-7-year-old boy playing alone in the corridor on the 28th floor. The roof fell.

There was no one around him, it was just an accident.

The middle-aged woman was completely unwilling to accept this reality, and lay on the table crying bitterly.

The police then began to look at the video of the other five people jumping off the building.

Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes. The child is clearly an empty shell. When moving back and forth in the corridor, his limbs appear very stiff, and it can be seen that he is in a state of corpse. He is already dead, and how did the dead take the elevator and go to the top floor by himself?

Ziwei, Huangmao and Xiaodao were also stunned by this video, and they could only look at each other except scratching their heads.

This is going in an increasingly bizarre direction.

The woman's cry was like a night owl's neigh, harsh and terrifying. Several police officers surrounded her, trying to comfort her.

At this moment, a chubby old woman rushed into the monitoring room, grabbed the woman's hair and started tearing: "I let you go to work! I told you not to have children! Yuan Yuan is dead because of you! You are a month away. How much money can you earn? Can that amount of money be more important than Yuan Yuan? Are you happy that the child died? Did you keep your money for Yuan Yuan to buy a coffin? Why wasn’t you the one who died? You scumbag! I Kill you!"

The woman cried while dodging: "Mom, where have you been today? Why don't you watch Yuan Yuan at home? I have to go to work, do you have to go to work too?"

The old woman was stunned for a few seconds, and then fought more violently: "Are you blaming me? Can't I go to the hospital to see a doctor when I'm sick? Do I want to ask you for leave?"

She spoke so confidently, and the fierce light in her eyes became more and more intense, as if the more arrogant her attitude was, the more she could wipe out her sins.

Zhuang Li shook his head and whispered in Xuan Ming's ear, "She has gone to play mahjong." Then he pointed to the old woman's chip, which was hidden in her pocket, accidentally revealing a corner of the chip, and pointed to her full of smoke. s hair.

She is absolutely responsible for the child's death. This home is broken because of her.

Xuan Ming's eyes darkened for a moment.