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On the way out of the village, He Mingde asked Lu Chu: "How did you make the judgment that Lin Lin died long ago?"

Just after Lu Chu asked Wei Rong this question, unexpectedly, Wei Rong didn't go crazy, but quieted down. After a while, tears fell down the dirty cheeks.

"Dead ..." she murmured, "Dead ..."

As if rickets, and as if awake, she shed tears silently, repeating repeatedly: "Dead, dead."

Lu Chu got the answer he wanted. Knowing that Wei Rong could no longer be stimulated, he said to several other people, "Let's go to city a."

After delivering food to Wei Rong again, the five drove a van and galloped towards city A.

On the car, Li Jiapeng used Yu Guangyu to land on Chu, but he couldn't say what he wanted to ask. In the end, He Mingde asked the questions they all wanted to know.

Lu Chu laughed: "Do you doubt me?"

He Mingde nodded directly: "A bit."

Li Jiapeng heard him answer this, and then lost his voice: "Mingde ?!"

"Calm down, everyone is fake now, everyone is a ghost." Song Jiediao smiled.

Lu Chudao: "It wasn't said, it's not just us who want to know the truth, it also thinks, so we are safe."

"But who knows when the truth is revealed in the end, will it kill us, or if things go to the middle, it finds it boring, or will it just kill us more fun?" He Mingde asked in return.

Lu Chu heard the words and nodded in agreement: "What you said is quite reasonable." Half of the story, he turned with a gentle smile, "But what can we do? If we do n’t understand, can we avoid it? I can continue the investigation, maybe there is hope for survival. "

Song Ji was afraid that the world would not mess up: "Since there is still a little distance from city a, let's vote."

Everyone asked: "What vote?"

Song Ji laughed with bad intentions: "Of course-cast a ghost."

Li Jiapeng shocked: "Don't ... farewell."

Song Gui raised an eyebrow: "Such counseling?"

Li Jiapeng smiled bitterly and looked at Lu Chu: "It's a bit."

Song Ji followed his eyes and looked at Lu Chu. Lu Chu chuckled: "You doubt me, too."

Song Gui seemed helpless and said, "Well, everything is possible." He then said, "Come on everyone, just vote. Maybe it has been with us all the time and has been spying on us. What we can do to cause it Interested? "

He Mingde closed his eyes and took a breath, "What's the use of our interest in it?"

Song Gui shrugged: "Who knows."

In the end the crowd decided to speak out with whom they suspected.

"Come, I say‘ three two one, ’together.”

"three--

two--

One--"

He Mingde: "Lu Chu."

Li Jiapeng: "Lu Chu."

Song Gui: "Yang Cheng."

Lu Chu: "Yang Cheng."

The other Qi Li drove the car, looking ahead, and said lightly: "Yang Cheng." It seemed as if he had finished the voting.

After hearing that he had two votes, Lu Chu was helpless: "At least you have a little faith in Wang Po. I'm not a 'foreigner from the village.'"

The reason why Li Jiapeng and He Mingde suspected Lu Chu was entirely because they were okay when they first contacted. Later, after the accident, they found that Lu Chu's appearance was not as bad as that of a young adult in a remote village. The death was still not terrified, and even soon calmed down, explored the details, and talked to the crazy Wei Rong ... at each step, he was naturally convincing, but that was the only thing that made them both doubtful.

Lu Chu has nothing to say. Although he took the role, it does not mean that he should always play this role. He came to the Bureau in order to survive, and that's all.

He Mingde did not answer Lu Chu, but expressed doubt that all three had chosen Yang Cheng: "You can't just let Chengzi go, let him carry the pot."

Lu Chudao: "I didn't let anyone carry it."

He Mingde looked at the three who chose Yang Cheng, and still questioned, he said, "What's your basis? It can't be guessed."

Song Guidao: "Character."

Lu Chudao: "Taste."

Qi Lidao: "Intuition."

Lu Chu laughed out of hearing Qi Li's "intuition".

He Mingde and Li Jiapeng looked at Qi Li in doubt, and then asked Song Guidao: "What character?"

Song Guidao: "Who knows."

He Mingde frowned: "Don't make trouble, is it fun to joke at this time?"

"I didn't make trouble, I just thought it was him," the space of the car was too small, Song Ji stretched his lower body, and asked Lu Chu, "What's your opinion, what's the taste?"

Lu Chu gave him a deep look.

After coming to this "Bureau", Song Gui has always been plain and ordinary. Lu Chu was the first to think of his idea. If he really found nothing, Lu Chu was not convinced. He still remembers that Song Gui can spend a long time in the fantasy, which shows that he has already experienced countless "innings" and successfully survived. Although he has not experienced several "innings", Lu Chu knows that he wants to Surviving these different but equally dangerous "offices" cannot be as simple as luck.

It is certain that Song Ji is a smart man, or a smart man with a deep disguise.

He usually watched Dang Erlang as a matter of personal concern, but no one knew what he was thinking.

As for why in this round, Song Ji has not issued any constructive opinions, but has continuously pushed Lu Chu out. Lu Chu guessed that he was watching himself to see if it was necessary to continue cooperation.

After all, no one wants a pig teammate.

Lu Chu didn't say anything, but said: "I feel much more sensitive to touch, hearing and smell than ordinary people."

Li Jiapeng said: "Then what? How can you grow up with this suspicion?"

"On the day Yang Cheng's accident happened, we saw it in that room together." Lu Chu paused. "At that time, the blood smell was very strong. I didn't care about it, but after a while, I was pungent. The thick **** smell is mixed with a faint taste, which I have smelled in Yang Cheng's body. It is not the taste of soap or other external spices, but the unique taste of Yang Cheng himself. But At that time, I didn't take it seriously. After all, it was the scene of Yang Cheng's death. It is normal for him to have his taste. Until last night, we went to check the village chief's body. "

Li Jiapeng shivered: "You smell it too?"

Lu Chu nodded: "I was also trying to tell you about this. The village chief's body was deep ulcerated, and the smell of carrion far outweighed the breath of other living things. The taste became heavier and clearer. That taste— "

If Li Jiapeng wanted to ask anything, he heard Lu Chu suddenly say, "Just like now."

Li Jiapeng almost jumped up, "What did you say ?!"

"That smell is like it is in a car now."

For a moment, there was dead silence in the moving van.