I glanced at the man in the room, and Mo said that the dead wanted to identify the murderer, and presumably the murderer must be between us.

This doesn’t make me think of the mysterious man, to think of the man whose strength is so strong that I can’t even see who the man is.

Thinking of this, I turned my head to the past and said in a deep voice: "Mo, the person you met when the fat man first met, do you really say that the fat man is not his opponent?"

Listening to my words, Mo first mused for a moment, then nodded, and his face became very serious, "Indeed, the man's strength is very strong, not even below me, or a little better than I am."

My heart was shocked, even the ink is not the opponent, the ink words I am most familiar with, even the ink is not the opponent's guy, then who is he?

"Or what we encounter, it's all this man's hands."Mo continued to say.

I listened to the words of Mo, the mind constantly appeared to the man I know, but I thought for a while, I can't think of who's the strength will be so strong, Mo Yan is not an opponent, is the old master?

Thinking of this, I shook my head, the old master has no reason to do this, with the strength of the old master, do not have to threaten us, can directly kill us.

“This hand... this hand!”Li Ming opened his mouth and made a panicked voice, and pointed his finger inside the coffin, his hands trembling non-stop.

I hurried back to God, looked at the past inside the coffin, and the bloody hand reached out and pointed to Li Ming.

My eyes narrowed slightly, my eyes looked at Li Ming, thinking that Li Ming had killed his father.

“No, I didn’t kill, I didn’t kill.”Li Ming panicked and said as he waved at us.

I looked at Li Ming's frightened expression, and my heart became confused, which did not seem to be made by Li Ming, and Li Ming did not have that kind of strength at all.

The more I thought about going down, my heart sank more and more, but if it wasn't for Li Ming, who killed me?

“Li Ming, you leave.”He said to Li Ming.

Li Ming heard the words of Mo, and immediately stepped back.

I did not understand the words of the ink, my eyes staring at the coffin, my heart was surprised, Li Ming turned around, and the bloody hand did not turn with Li Ming's moving body.

I took a deep breath, walked toward the coffin, walked over to the side of the coffin, I crouched down, eyes staring at the bloody hand.

At this point, my heart sank, the closer the finger to the outside.

“Ming, outside.”I said to Mo.

Mo Yan heard my words, turned to look outside, and after looking at them, Mo Yan took back his eyes and shook his head at me, "I didn't see anything, there was nothing outside."

My heart said how it is possible, the murderer clearly pointed to the outside, if there is nothing outside, then I do not understand why the body pointed to the outside.

As I thought, I looked at the fat man, beckoned to the fat man, the fat man looked at me, came up to me, went to my side, and said doubtfully, "What do you ask me to do?"

“Come with me.”I said to the fat man.After saying this, I turned to Mo and said, "Meg, you are looking at the coffin here, and I and the fat man have gone over to see."

He nodded to me, "Don't worry."

I made a look at the fat man, and the fat man nodded and walked behind me.

As he walked, the fat man took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it on the cigarette spot.

Waiting for me and the fat man to come out of the room, I looked outside and really couldn’t see anything.

My heart became more and more confused, thinking that no one was there.

"You see what you're fat."I said to the fat man.

The fat man took a deep sip of the cigarette, then shook his head at me, "There's nothing, not even a fist."

I thought it was impossible, and after a careful glance, I really couldn't see anything, and I sighed at the fat man, I just wanted to say it, let's go.

But this sentence has not been finished, I suddenly felt a little wrong, turned to look behind me.

Especially looking at the paper people who stood outside, my heart became more and more doubtful.

"Did you see this man, fat man, when you came?"I held out my finger at this man.

The fat man threw the cigarette on the ground, put his foot on it, slowly raised his head, looked at the paper person in front, and after a good look, the fat man shook his head at me.

"Where did this paper man come from, I really did not see it, as if when we came back, there would be no paper man."The fat man took a deep breath and spoke to me.

I was more and more curious about this paper man.

After a moment of careful thought, my heart sank, and hurried to let the fat man take a step back.

The fat man said something, but still took a few steps back, and I looked carefully in the direction of the dead man's fingers.

In this way, my face suddenly changed, the direction of the dead man's finger is nothing else, it is this strange paper man.

I felt strange in my heart, held out my hand, and pulled the paper man over.

As I pulled the paper man over, the fingers of the dead man pointed to my side.

“Was this paper man killed?”I turned to the fat man.

The fat man listened to me, his heart was slightly heavy, and his face became a lot more serious.

I looked at the fat man's serious face and hurriedly asked us.

The fat man took a deep breath, "This paper man seems to have a soul in it."

“Whose flexibility?”I subconsciously said, suddenly I thought of something, looked at the coffin, and I immediately understood it in my heart.

"You want to say that this paper man can't hide the soul of the old man."I opened the door.

The fat man nodded at me and said yes.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, paper people can still hide souls.

"You called Mo."The fat man said to me.

I walked back and walked into the room, and I saw Li Ming and three men who were afraid to curl up into a group.

I waved at the words and let the words come.

He nodded at me, then came up to me, "What's the matter?"

"That's what happened today, the fat man said the paper man had the soul of the old man, and let me tell you to come and see."I said to the words.

The ink spoke softly, lifted up the footsteps and walked forward, and went to the front of me.