His voice was not hidden. The quiet pen fairy, Kwon Kyung-ho, finally floated out and asked in a trembling voice: "So... our deaths are all because of Kim Tae-min... no, because of Ms. Park? The highest ruler at that time?"

"She is the culprit behind the scenes?"

Without waiting for the answer, he smiled and said with a slutty smile: "Yes... I should have thought that who could suppress the entire South Korea from not paying attention to this matter for a year? Who could suppress the military and police departments and not rescue them at that time? Who could make the entire Korean TV network "rescue"? Haha... I was born in South Korea, but I didn't expect that the ruler would be regarded as a sacrifice!!!"

He almost roared out the last two words. Suddenly, the sound of bubbling bubbles sounded again from all directions, and an endless suffocation arose.

Li Zhenshu sighed: "You have been with me for so many years, and I won't say anything else. You saved me on the Zhongyuan Festival. If I could help you revenge, I would have done it long ago."

Quan Jinghao didn't say anything, and after a long time he said hoarsely: "Thank you..."

"But, I will definitely avenge this revenge!"

"No hurry." Qin Ye suddenly said, "It may not be Ms. Park. Her confidants can do this. If I were to do it, I found that Kim Taemin contacted the Park family and I would definitely put more people around him. For example... secretary, assistant, spokesperson... they also have the ability to launch the Sewol incident. Ms. Park... just needs to nod."

Quan Jinghao smiled and licked his lips ferociously: "It's okay...I can wait..."

"I just have the life of the real initiator of the Sewol. I have been waiting for five years. I don't care about waiting for another month..."

At least, the scope has been narrowed to within ten people.

Qin Ye nodded, sat in front of the computer, and looked through the information one by one.

Sometimes, seeing the answer to the mystery does not require complete evidence, only a detailed reasoning, bold guessing, and then looking for evidence in reverse.

This is not unrigorous. Many people use this method to solve cases. There are far away, "The Old Man in a Wheelchair" is an immortal masterpiece in the detective world, and the nearest... there are "undocumented crimes"...

He looked carefully, and Li Zhenshu was observing quietly behind. After eight minutes, he said, "Maybe you are looking for this, page 21."

Qin Ye immediately turned over.

The files in front of you are all photos. The content on the photos is extremely weird.

In the center, there is a coffin, a Western-style coffin. After all, South Korea believes in Catholicism. There are various sculptures around it, but it is obviously not a part of Catholicism. The prayer flags of the deceased droop from all sides and press on the bottom of the coffin, with strong religious colors and gorgeous colors.

Around the coffin, a circle of incomprehensible talismans were drawn with red paint. Next to it... hundreds of ancient oil lamps spread out!

The ancient oil lamps in Europe and the United States are different from those in China. To be precise, they are lanterns. But the lanterns... emit a green light.

"This is..." Qin Ye took a deep breath and said in a complicated manner: "The soul-summoning ceremony?"

Li Zhenshu had walked behind him at some point, reached out and clicked the mouse, enlarging the picture again and again.

In this position, she lay with one hand on the chair where Qin Ye was sitting, and her other hand passed by him, as if she was hugging. The black hair hangs down, like a feather falling on her face, a faint itch came from her skin, and itched to the top of her heart. Because of the bent over, the other party exposed a piece of snow-white neck and two graceful collarbones, as if the beautifully shaped white mutton fat jade.

Qin Ye couldn't help but glance up. The yellow waste in his mind had already produced a ton of...

Death... I took a look, immediately withdrew my gaze, sat upright. Then... I couldn't help but take a second look...

A beauty with a score of 90 or above, using this unintentional seduction posture, less than three inches away from her. She didn't know what perfume she applied, was light and elegant, constantly drilling into her nose, her heart was beating violently, and her mind was already showing the scene of her biting her beautifully shaped collarbone and then gently licking her past.

"This is an ultra-clear picture, magnify it ten times..." At this moment, Li Zhenshu took back her hand, stood up and looked at Qin Ye. With a sudden pause, the two of them officially handed over their eyes in the air for the first time.

Extremely embarrassing.

Qin Ye coughed lightly, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the computer in a pretentious manner.

Li Zhenshu smiled.

The hand gently touched Qin Ye's face, which was completely a scene of a mature female teacher seducing young and fresh students... The air was filled with ambiguous sweet smell. It was very gentle, her hands were a little cold, covering the hot skin, but it brought people a sense of pleasure of exploding chicken skin. Qin Ye couldn't help swallowing hard.

Could it be... Could it be... today...

The next second, Li Zhenshu suddenly exerted force and squeezed Qin Ye's mouth and pouted, with a very cold smile: "Does it look good?"

The yellow waste sank into the sea in an instant, Qin pouted and Ye was so scared that his soul was rising and he shook his head desperately.

It looks good... but now I always feel that my life is in danger...

"Next time when there is no inappropriate view, I will dig your eyes." Li Zhenshu's slender fingers passed through Qin Ye's lips, and even gently plucked them, and sat on the sofa casually: "I have to say, you are too confusing... Eighteen? Or Sixteen? How to eat Tai Sui?"

There was a numb feeling on his lips, and a trace of heat seemed to remain on it. Qin Ye touched it and couldn't help but say, "...cm?"

"..." Li Zhenshu rolled her eyes. She now regretted that she recognized each other... This kind of person seems to have some defects in the brain structure...

Qin Ye, who was distracted, took several deep breaths before stopping the scene of the classroom play in his mind, and looked at the photo again with a dry cough.

Moving inch by inch, the picture had been adjusted to ten times the size. Just as he swiped the lights, his hand suddenly stopped.

In the lamp... the flames actually burned into twisted faces!

They were all teenagers, about ten to sixteen years old, as if they had experienced endless pain, crying and screaming in the lantern.

He looked carefully at the lanterns on the ground, then at the coffin in the center, and sighed: "So... all the souls of all the children of Seyoku were concentrated here? And what is in this coffin?"

"I can't find out who is in the coffin. The loyalty of the cultists is shocking. However, according to the police investigation later, the coffin... is empty." Li Zhenshu lit a woman's cigarette and her long legs overlapped: "What can you see?"

Qin Ye frowned and shook his head. At this moment, Quan Jinghao suddenly spoke: "Maybe... shouldn't you look with your eyes?"

No eyes?

Qin Ye rubbed his chin, his eyes lit up, and a bloody color suddenly passed through his pupils, and the yin energy was everywhere.

He understood what the other person meant.

This photo... stores too many ghosts and can already be attributed to supernatural photos. Even if the cultists want to hide anything, hundreds of souls who died tragically will not allow it! Their obsessions will be emitted in any form!

Tell him...On April 16, we were injustice and tragedy at the bottom of the sea.

Pazi... Just as he opened his eyes, the lights in the whole room suddenly flashed and suddenly went out after a few seconds.

Gudu...gudu...the sound of underwater breathing resounded throughout the room. Li Zhenshu and Qin Ye looked at Quan Jinghao at the same time. The other party shook his head blankly: "No...not me!"

Qin Ye blinked and suddenly turned around and looked at the computer.

The whole room was out of power, but the computer was not stopped!

The photos in the computer automatically moved their positions, as if an invisible hand was controlling the mouse, kaka... and moved all the way to the coffin. Then, zoom in quickly!

Originally, it could only be enlarged ten times, but now it is getting bigger and bigger! Twelve times, fifteen times...twenty times!

The next second...the corner of the coffin... suddenly moved!

"Ha..." Even though Li Zhenshu was not a mortal, her weirdness at this moment made her look shocked.

In the dark room, no one in the computer automatically, the photos came alive, clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked in the picture... like a slide show, a pale, corpse-covered hand... actually pushed the coffin and put it on the side!

The corpse in the coffin...is alive!

Resurrection in the photo!

"Impossible, the coffin is empty, my people will not make any mistakes." Li Zhenshu frowned and said.

"Yes, you are right..." Qin Ye squinted his eyes and looked at the slide-like screen and said hoarsely: "When your people went... it was indeed empty..."

Li Zhenshu breathed a lightly sigh: "You mean... before, there was a corpse in the coffin? Now on the computer... is the scene where the police came before?"

Qin Ye nodded and said in a stern manner: "They are summoning souls, and they are obviously successful. This success was exchanged for hundreds of lives of the Seyue. It walked out and then... closed the coffin itself."

Kalalala... The coffin was pushed away bit by bit, and as it pushed away, a shrill ghost cry suddenly sounded in the dark room.

It was the cry of the boys and children, with great resentment and hatred, but it was not facing the world, but facing the people in the coffin.

"Die..." "Diet!!" "Diet..." "Diet!!"

The ghosts cry in the dark night make people feel numb.

Boom! At this moment, the coffin was finally completely opened, and a bald man wearing a black missionary uniform and hanging a cross walked out.

He was very thin, as if he was covered with a layer of skin. His body was covered with corpse spots, but it was not rotten. He looked at his hand in surprise, pinched it gently, and then let out a long breath.

The ghost crying around reached its peak at this moment. A person's name suddenly flashed through Qin Ye's heart, and then he looked at Li Zhenshu deeply.

"Kim Taemin." Lee Jung-sook shook her head in great complexity and sighed: "The dead are resurrected... He is Kim Taemin, I have seen him before..."

It was indeed him!

Qin Ye didn't have any fear in his heart, he just felt excited.

His own inference is not wrong... Aturu's script for Death was selected by the Korean cult leader Choi Tae-min, Sewol, Tour to Busan, and the roots of his girlfriend's gang... He... was resurrected in the Sewol tragedy five years ago.

But he knew very well that even the King of Hell could not resurrect from the dead. This is the law of heaven, or the rules of the world. Choi Tae-min, who was resurrected in this way, is definitely a ghost or a monster!
Chapter completed!