Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 52 (This appears to be a series of repeated characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or

"There's a big folding clothes rack on the balcony," Xiao Ma said, leading Zhou Gangxun to the semi-open balcony. "You can dry your quilts here, or grow some vegetables and flowers, and make a small garden or something."

He looked at the balcony of the neighboring apartment, which was piled with some miscellaneous items, and said, "The layout of apartment 602 next door is the same as this one, exactly opposite each other. It's occupied by two students from Fucheng University, studying film. They're not home often, always running around. When they are home, they're both very quiet and won't make any noise."

"Is it loud in the rain?" Zhou Gangxun raised his hand and tapped on the sloping wall. There was no hollow sound. "Is it waterproof?"

"The wall is solid. You might hear a little rain during a major storm or hail, but it's the same as normal rain falling on the windowpane. It's waterproof, both inside and out."

"Okay, this is the one." Zhou Gangxun said as he went into the kitchen, about to light up the range hood to test its smoke extraction function.

Then he heard Ruan Zhijuan, her voice trembling and slightly cracking, give him orders, "Zhou Gangxun...you...you come here~hurry up, stand behind me~hold my hands..."

Zhou Gangxun, with a cigarette still in his mouth, took a few long strides and walked over.

From the perspective of the real estate agent Xiao Ma, he saw his 1.9-meter-tall brother and sister-in-law clinging tightly to his 1.7-meter-tall brother and sister-in-law, their broad shoulders and backs almost completely blocking him out.

One hand held the lighter limply, the other coldly gripped his waist. He lowered his head, biting the unlit cigarette, staring at his brother and sister-in-law in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Like this? Hmm?"

"Ah, you're so hot, Zhou Gangxun... Why didn't you blow on it to cool it down before coming over? It's so hot, it's uncomfortable..."

"Aren't you in a hurry? It'll be fine in a bit."

And then came the sound of a light bump against the glass, and his brother and sister-in-law's earnest question, "Zhou Gangxun, is this glass sturdy? Will it be okay for someone to lean against it like that...?"

If it falls like that screen window, wouldn't that be terrible? There's no windowsill to stop it.

Ruan Zhijuan leaned against Zhou Gangxun like she had no bones, clinging to his arm. She was weak but had a strong addiction. Her legs trembled as she peeked down at him, her voice shaking violently, "Zhou Gangxun, you...you have to check me very carefully..."

Xiao Ma: "..." Um, (○`ε´○) Is his presence here hindering my brother and sister-in-law from inspecting the house?

"Um, brother, brother and sister-in-law, I'm going downstairs to check if there's a problem with the electrical circuits, and then I'll have a smoke, maybe a couple, and maybe I'll buy some plum and mung bean soup or something? If you're looking for me after you're done checking, just give me a call. I left the key in the cabinet in the entryway."

After making the arrangements, Xiao Ma consciously left room 601 and thoughtfully closed the door.

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"Mung beans... plum juice...!" Ruan Zhijuan's eyes sparkled like little stars as she blinked, "Here I come, here I come!" ٩(๑`^´๑)۶)´Д`).

Zhou Gangxun suddenly felt an emptiness in his arms, as if he had been unexpectedly elbowed in the heart. "Cough...cough cough..._(´ཀ`」 ∠)_"

Ruan Zhijuan ran towards the door with a "tap tap tap" sound, calling out sweetly as she ran, "Little Ma, where are you going to buy it? Little Ma, please add more sugar to my mung bean soup and plum juice, and don't add too much ice, otherwise there will be less plum juice and mung bean soup!"

Zhou Gangxun frowned, tapping away (￢д￢。). Was he about to lay an egg? Couldn't he speak properly? Also, the more I hear the surname "Xiao Ma," the more awful it sounds.

Let's change it. The surname is Zhou.

pony:?

Ruan Zhijuan peered towards the door, leaning half her body out. "Have you already gone downstairs, Xiao Ma?"

As he spoke, he started to go downstairs.

"No need to go down, I'll talk to him..." Zhou Gangxun took out his phone, about to dial Xiao Ma, when an unfamiliar phone number popped up on the screen, "Buzz—"

The number on the screen was from Fucheng. He pressed the button to answer, "Police?"

Ye Yongzhao paused briefly at Zhou Gangxun's straightforward question. "Ah, yes, Comrade Zhou, I am Ye Yongzhao from the Fucheng City Bureau. I'm calling about that jar."

He handed the phone to his nephew, who had been arrested for superstitious beliefs but had been bailed out by him, and said, "Tell him."

Yang Siyan picked up the phone and said, "It's a Southeast Asian black magic. The female ghost kept in the jar died because of a black magic curse. It was probably a fake suicide by hanging that her husband faked with a black magic curse. After her death, his finger bones, hair, and corpse oil were mixed with clay, black dog blood, and glutinous rice to make that jar, to nourish his own wealth and fortune..."

"So every once in a while, living people are needed to be sacrificed, which is why the family of four who lived in 806 were all killed."

"Based on the fact that the woman's family reported no body at the time, there should have been a large jar containing the female ghost's body in his house. Her hands and feet were broken, her seven orifices were removed, and she was then suppressed with soul-destroying nails to prevent the female ghost from seeking revenge."

While Yang Siyan was speaking, Ye Yongzhao was investigating the woman's husband, preparing to summon him for questioning.

"But because four people died at once on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, plus the dismemberment upstairs a few days ago, the blood seeped into the jar. In less than half a month, she has eaten five, and the number of people she has killed is about to reach the limit of ten living souls, so this is why the strange behavior has occurred... I will find someone to exorcise the female ghost in the jar and help her pass on to the afterlife..."

"Hmm." Zhou Gangxun responded perfunctorily, hung up the phone, and looked around for Ruan Zhijuan's figure.

He didn't see his wife for a second, and then she disappeared.

Oh.

And then, which, dog, man, ran away with.

Catch, bring back, come back, catch, bring back, come back.