Ring ling ling...

That afternoon.

"Hey, I'm Lü Ze."

"Lu Sir, I found out that there were indeed several survivors in the Yinmin Bay Village Slaughter incident that year."

"Among these survivors, two are still alive, one of whom is named Chen Po, who lives in Ci'ai Nursing Home in Causeway Bay, and the other is named Bo Liang, who lives in Building 13, Guanyan Community, Ci'yun Mountain."

"Okay, I get it."

Lv Ze hung up the phone and told Yang Xiaohua the news.

When Yang Xiaohua heard this, he immediately became energetic: "We will act separately. I will go to the nursing home. You can go to Ciyun Mountain and stay in touch at any time."

"OK."

Lu Ze did not object and immediately took Ling Jing and Peng Yixing to set off.

Ciyun Mountain.

Guanyan Community.

"Brother Ze, Building 13 has 16 floors, hundreds of residents, and there are no house numbers, how can I find it?"

Looking at Building 13 in front of him, Ling Jing looked embarrassed.

"Ben, we don't know Bo Liang, don't the people here know each other?"

"In old communities like this, people of older age will gather together, playing mahjong, playing chess every day, or drinking tea, dancing, and asking someone to ask, you will know."

Lu Ze's eyes swept over.

Soon I found a pavilion not far away, and a group of old men were playing chess inside, so I spoke, "Go over and ask."

"A few uncles, do you know a man named Uncle Liang, who is probably in his seventies and lives in Building 13?"

Ling Jing stepped forward to ask.

"Brother Liang?"

A few old men looked at me, and I looked at you, and they shook their heads: "I don't know you."

"A few uncles, we are from the community, and we are looking for Uncle Liang for his pension."

Lv Ze walked up from behind and took out a 500 Hong Kong dollar bill from his pocket: "I mean, please invite some uncles and uncles to have tea."

“Community?”

An old man saw the money and his attitude immediately changed: "Lao Liang lives in 316 on the 3rd floor. Look, this is this family."

After saying that, he pointed upstairs and pointed to a room with a few pots of flowers on the windowsill.

"Thanks."

Lu Ze led people upstairs directly.

"Brother Ze, why do you say we are from the community? Isn't it better to just say that we are police?"

Ling Jing asked in confusion.

"I don't understand."

"These old people have come from the age of the Four Inspectors and lack trust in the police. If you tell them that you are a policeman, they may point you the wrong way."

"The community is different. The elderly living in these old communities either have no children or have bad relationships with their children and don't usually go around."

"On weekdays, only volunteers from the community will come to visit them, naturally bringing closeness."

"You have never patrolled the streets. You may not know that some elderly widowed people will even leave their inheritance to social workers who are good to them after they die. I know that one person has been in the community for thirty years and has five properties under her name, all given to her by elderly widowed people who have taken care of them."

Lu Ze's tone paused slightly: "If I remember correctly, she should be released from prison in a few years."

As he said that, 316 on the 3rd floor arrived.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

"Brother Liang, we are from the community or not."

Ling Jing learns and sells it now.

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door, and no one responded in the room.

Peng Yixing stood behind and whispered: "Brother Ze, it seems that there is no one."

"Are you looking for Uncle Liang?"

Before Lu Ze could speak, the door of the next door opened and an old lady walked out of it.

"Mother-in-law, has Uncle Liang gone out?"

Lv Ze asked.

"I don't know."

The old lady shook her head: "I haven't seen him all day today. I didn't find anyone to ask him for dinner at noon."

Lu Ze frowned: "Mother-in-law, when was the last time you met Uncle Liang?"

"It was last night. He bought a lot of food and drinks last night. He was so happy. I asked him why he was so happy. He didn't tell me and even gave me half a chicken."

"Happy!"

Lu Ze raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "You retreat."

Ling Jing and Peng Yixing retreated.

Lu Ze flew up without saying a word.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

At first glance, a smiling old man sat on the sofa, with roast chicken, char siu pork, steamed fish, roast duck, and half a bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of him.

"Okay, Uncle Liang, I said why didn't you see anyone for a day? It turned out that you were hiding at home and stealing food."

"You eat so well every day. Have you bet on horseback, or will you not survive in the future?"

The old lady was muttering something.

"Brother Ze, it's not right."

Compared to the old lady with dizzy eyes, Ling Jing, as a sniper, had a sharp look and could tell at a glance that the old man was wrong. His face was too pale, abnormally white, and bloodless.

"It's wrong, because the old man is dead."

Lu Ze stepped forward two steps and opened the old man's eyelids: "It will take at least 12 hours to die."

"Brother Liang!"

When the old lady heard that Uncle Liang was dead, she was stunned and soon burst into tears.

Lu Ze signaled Peng Yixing to help his old lady back to the room, but he started rummaging on the coffee table. He soon found a bank remittance form and a newspaper that published the murder of Ichiro Tsukamoto.

"Notify the person to come and have the aftermath."

Lu Ze put the remittance form into his pocket.

Soon, the forensic doctor arrived at the Ciyunshan Police Station.

After identification, Liang Bo died of joy.

He was excited and drank another alcohol, which caused a myocardial infarction.

Lu Ze did not respond to this because the cause of death was similar to what he guessed.

Liang Bo is a survivor of the Silver Mine Bay Village Slaughter incident. Over the years, he is thinking about revenge on Shizukamoto Ichiro and making him pay the price.

Now that Shizukamoto Ichiro died, he died of assassination, it would be strange if Liang Bo was unhappy.

Before he died, he saw that Shizuka Moto Ichiro received the punishment he deserved, and thought that even though Bo Liang knew that he would die of laughter, he probably wouldn't care.

"What are you doing?"

When Lu Ze looked back, he found several Ciyunshan police officers who were coming to help were burning incense and praying at the door of Liang Bo’s house.

“Lu Sir.”

A police officer called out Lü Ze and whispered: "The old man smiled after he died. This is a smiling corpse, it's very terrifying."

Another police officer also said, "Yes, the forensic doctor said he had never seen a dead person laughing. According to normal circumstances, even if the deceased died of laughter, his expression should return to normal after death. This old man is very strange."

"Strange no."

Lu Ze glanced at him: "There are no smiling corpses here, and no one is allowed to talk nonsense."

After saying that, Lu Ze looked at the incense burner at the door: "Is there any incense?"

"Lu Sir, don't you believe it?"

A police officer said aggrievedly.

"I don't believe it, but I admire him very much. Can't I just want to eat incense?"

While saying this, Lu Ze took the incense from the policeman, muttered a few vaguely, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Brother Ze, let's put two sticks in there, and we admire the old man very much."

Ling Jing and Peng Yixing scrambled to the forefront.

But I didn't know that after this incident was sent back to the police station, it spread quickly.

In normal order, Ichiro Tsukamoto was killed first, and then Mr. Liang died of laughter.

But as it was passed on, for some reason, it turned into a smiling corpse who demanded his life late at night.

Ichiro Tsukamoto also went from being shot to being scared to death. Some people even said that Ichiro Tsukamoto's internal organs were eaten by dirty things.

Later, a third-rate writer heard this news and thought it was very good, so he borrowed it and wrote it into his ghost story.
Chapter completed!