Chapter 1710

At first, they didn't allow me to call the police, but when they heard that they were going to summon the spirit, they actually agreed. What does this mean? It's too obvious whether they should or not?

Ji Chenxuan's aunt called the police himself. When he called the police, his voice was choked with sobs and he was very sad.

Ji Chenxuan's uncle hung up the phone and said to his wife: "Compared to them, I still trust the police more. It's better to leave Tingting's case to the police."

Ji Chenxuan's aunt looked at him without saying anything.

Ji Chenxuan's aunt muttered in a low voice: "There is such a way to know the truth so quickly, but you have to make excuses. Why do I feel that something is wrong?"

Her voice was not loud, but everyone happened to hear it.

No one else said anything, and Ji Chenxuan's uncle had a very bad expression on his face.

He held his wife's hand and said: "Wife, believe me, I am doing this to give our daughter a fair fight..."

Ji Chenxuan's aunt's face was a struggle, and finally, she chose to believe her husband and said: "Okay, leave it to the police."

Zhou Ping showed a hint of sarcasm on her face.

Gu Zhixin said sarcastically: "Why didn't you call the police earlier? The murderer is among you anyway. No one can escape. Just wait."

Because it was a murder case, the police responded very quickly.

The police first asked about the situation and began to search inside and outside the house, but because the first scene had been almost destroyed, it was very difficult to search.

Everyone was waiting in the mourning hall on the first floor.

After the police asked Ji Chenxuan's uncle, Zhou Ping asked casually: "I haven't asked you yet, what is your surname?"

Ji Chenxuan's uncle said impatiently: "Dong."

"Oh, Mr. Dong, I think you didn't have a good time last night..." Zhou Ping asked casually.

"Nonsense, I've been here all night to keep vigil, so it's naturally not good. You try not sleeping all night and see if you can do it."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Of course it's not good, but what I mean is... Mr. Dong is very heavy."

Uncle Ji Chenxuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Ping smiled: "No other meaning, just a professional habit of a charlatan. I can't help but ask when I see it. I wonder if Mr. Dong feels that the whole person seems to be carrying a few hundred kilograms of icebergs, cold and heavy, unable to walk, and feels as if the body has been frozen into ice, and the bones are cold. Do you feel this way?"

Uncle Ji Chenxuan's face flashed with shock, and he quickly denied: "No!"

He did have the condition that Zhou Ping said last night, and it was not until dawn that the sun rose that he felt it slowly disappear.

When Zhou Ping said it just now, he felt that his back seemed to have the same condition as last night.

The coldness penetrated into the bones, and the cold people shivered.

Uncle Ji Chenxuan was on guard against Zhou Ping and instinctively wanted to step back.

Zhou Ping's words were as if he had seen it with his own eyes, which made him start to feel fear in his heart.

He was afraid that if he had more contact with Zhou Ping, she would know more.

Zhou Ping smiled: "No, that might be my mistake, sorry... You may not know that the situation I just described is quite bad. I wonder if you have ever heard of people carrying ghosts on their backs, or ghosts oppressing people..."

Uncle Ji Chenxuan shuddered, "I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to hear it."

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