Hearing the scream, the towel in Xiaocao's hand slipped to the ground, rushed out of the bathroom, and went straight to the corridor outside.

After going out, she found that the door of the first room in the corridor was wide open, and the light was projected from the room to the corridor floor, which seemed to call her over, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

It was Bai Zhenglin's room.

Xiaocao knew that something was wrong, and hurried to the room, and was immediately stunned by the scene inside.

Mrs. Situ collapsed to the ground, her body trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and Ling Chuchu in her arms had her eyes closed, and she had already fainted.

"What's going on?" Xiaocao asked, stopping and squatting down to look at Madame Situ.

Mrs. Situ's face was pale and she wanted to speak, but she opened her mouth but found that she couldn't make a sound, because she was shaking so badly that she could hear the sound of her teeth colliding up and down, and the porcelain-like bones rubbing against each other, making a chilling sound.

Xiaocao reluctantly turned her head to look at Cheng Jiacheng, and saw that this man who had always been calm was also leaning against the wall, his legs trembling slightly, and when he saw Xiaocao looking over, he just shook his head nervously and couldn't say anything.

Seemingly unable to ask anything, Xiaocao stood up, looked at the light in the bedroom, and decided to take a look for herself.

As soon as Xiaocao took a step, her sleeve was pulled up, and when she looked back, it was Mrs. Situ, her face was pale and raised, and a pair of eyes showed a faint amber color in the light, and there was extreme horror and fear in it, and she shook her head desperately at this Xiaocao.

Xiaocao was panicked by her, and put her hand on Mrs. Situ's hand comfortingly, held it hard for a moment, and then resolutely pulled her hand down and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as she reached the door, Xiaocao smelled a breath of blood, and she rushed to her face unabashedly, startling her to stop at once.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, Xiaocao walked into the bedroom. Look inside.

The bloody atmosphere in the bedroom was even stronger and sickening, and the scene on the bed made Xiaocao's face even more bloody.

Bai Zhenglin was lying on the bed, his iconic beard was very conspicuous. Covered with a white blanket embroidered with purple lace, it looked like he was sleeping peacefully.

If you ignore the bloodstains that stain almost the entire bed red.

The blanket bloomed with large patches of blood, almost dyeing the white blanket mottled red, and the same white sheets also had streaks of blood snaking down, slowly running down the thick sheets. Drop by drop, they accumulated on the floor next to the bed, forming small puddles of blood.

It's as if all the blood in a person's body is squeezed out to have such an effect.

Xiaocao now understands why the few people outside are so depressed, such a picture is indeed too impactful. It's too much more direct than last time.

Because of the rain, there is almost no blood at the scene of Mr. Situ's murder, and the light is dim and it is wild, except for the strange frightening limbs, there is nothing else.

But this time. The strong bloody breath, the slowly dripping blood, and the appearance of An Ran in his sleep were all too shocking.

Xiaocao held her breath and slowly approached, finding that the blanket at Bai Zhenglin's feet next to the bed had been lifted from a corner, revealing a foot and a calf underneath.

A foot bone and a leg bone that has been shaved off its flesh, to be exact.

Xiaocao's brain buzzed, her body shook a few times, and she took a few deep breaths. Slowly reaching out and grasping the corner of the blanket, intending to lift it all open.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Xiaocao's wrist tightly!

The coldness and chill made the grass tremble. The hand immediately loosened, and the force loosened a little, sliding from Xiaocao's wrist and holding her hand in his own.

Xiaocao pressed her other hand to her chest, as if to suppress the pounding heart, almost jumping out of her throat. It took a long time to look back at Ming Hao, who suddenly appeared.

"Don't look. Minghao shook his head at her and whispered.

Xiaocao exhaled, she had to look carefully, Bai Zhenglin, who obviously died at the gate in the plot, has now changed places, she must confirm the cause and condition of his death, and whether there has been a change.

Xiaocao struggled for a while, trying to break free from Minghao's hand, but found that this delicate young man was so powerful that he had to use his other hand to awkwardly pinch the corner of the blanket and gently uncover it.

The scene under the blanket made Xiaocao stunned, Bai Zhenglin's body was lying flat on the bed, very peaceful and calm, his hands were stretched out and folded on his lower abdomen, and his sleeping posture was very elegant, but the flesh and blood on his body were removed, leaving only a bone shelf!

There were still broken flesh and blood stains on the bones, which were very eye-catching on the white skeleton, especially the ribs, and the traces of flesh hung down, red and white sticking together, which was terrifying to see.

Xiaocao couldn't help but retch, and a scream came from her ears, and before she could look back, she was covered by a hand.

"I told you not to watch it. ”

Minghao's voice was cold with a hint of anxiety, let go of the hand holding Xiaocao, gently patted her back twice, and asked again, "Are you better?"

"It's ...... Who did it?" Le Yanhong's voice was trembling, and it almost changed tone sharply.

Xiaocao felt that her chest was still suffocated, and the bloody qi at the end of her nose poured into her body even more, and she forced herself to speak, but Minghao reached out and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her out, "Let's talk about it when we go out." ”

Out of Bai Zhenglin's room, Ming Hao took Xiaocao and walked to the garden downstairs, the fresh air and the elegant fragrance of roses made Xiaocao feel much better, he no longer wanted to vomit, just sat on the white bench among the flowers, and suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

Bai Zhenglin in the plot died in front of the gate, pressed under a pile of large and small stones, no one knows where so many stones came from, but when he was rescued, his bones were broken, and his flesh was also squeezed and grinded.

What the hell is this task?!

Do you want to be so perverted? Did she travel into horror movies? I don't know if she never dared to watch horror movies? Think she's a female King Kong or Sherlock Holmes?

Let Conan come, she doesn't want to wait!

Xiaocao sat in the soft morning sun, but she still felt a deep chill gradually diffuse from the deepest part of her body, spreading to her limbs, and her hands and feet were so cold that she was unconscious.

Seeing this, Ming Hao pursed his lips, and suddenly reached out to take Xiaocao into his arms, wrapped one hand around her shoulder, and one of the hands raised and gently pressed her head to his chest-

Thank you Tang Yaxin for the monthly pass.

You say, "If I describe the crime scene in such detail, will you scold me?" )