Inside, there was a mess, like a typhoon passing through, and there was almost no good place.

Only a hinge was left on the cabinet door and was barely attached to the cabinet, and Lu Chenran glanced in when he passed by, and the clothes were neatly hung on the clothes support.

The TV fell to the ground, shattered, glass shards all over the floor, the bathroom mirror shattered, and there was a circle of blood in the center, and the crack spread out in a spider web, apparently with a fist. The pillows were torn and the filling was scattered all over the bed, and on the bed lay a man curled up at the head of the bed in a very strange position.

The man's head was not visible from the entrance point, only the buttocks and body, but even then it looked a little too small, not at all like a grown man.

Blood, the head of the bed was full of blood, all the way to the wall next to it, and I thought this was the place where the deceased smashed the wall.

But what did he use to hit the wall, and why was there so much blood?

With questions, Lu Chenran walked to the bedside and asked the forensic doctor who was doing the investigation, "Xiao Wang, what is the cause of death?"

Forensic doctor Xiao Wang stood up and said with a puzzled expression: "Lu Bureau, judging from the analysis of the situation at the scene, the deceased should have died from a strong blow to the head. ”

"Is there any clue to the murder weapon?"

Xiao Wang nodded, and then pointed to the bloodstained wall with a shocked expression.

Lu Chenran was slightly stunned and said, "You said that the deceased died by hitting his head against the wall?"

"Yes, Land Bureau. ”

Lu Chenran touched his chin, thought for a moment and said: "That's strange, according to your analysis, the deceased should have been murdered, but just now Xiao Zhang said that they didn't find anyone else when they broke down the door, could it be that they escaped from the window?" But this is the 13th floor." ”

Xiao Wang shook his head and said: "Lu Bureau, I have checked, the windows are all locked, no one has entered or exited, and nothing has been found in the house except for the fingerprints of the deceased." Fingerprints, footprints, hair, or even saliva are not present. ”

Lu Chenran's face suddenly changed, and he said in horror: "What? Do you mean that there was only one deceased person in the house at the time of the crime?"

"Yes, Land Bureau. ”

"According to what you say, the deceased should have committed suicide, but who would use such a cruel method to kill himself?" Lu Chenran said and flicked the corpse, and saw that the deceased's head had been sunken for most of it, if there was no strong force to hit it, it would be impossible for this kind of thing to happen, not to mention, normal people would faint in three or two strokes, how could they keep hitting their heads deflated? Unless...... Unless there is an invisible force at the mercy of the dead.

"What's going on with his face?" Lu Chenran saw that the deceased's face was scratched open by something, and the blood had already coagulated on it, making the death even more terrifying.

"He had scratched it himself before he died, and there were multiple scratches on his neck and arms, and we found scraps of flesh in his fingernails, and I think that when I was firm, I would support my judgment. Forensic doctor Xiao Wang said.

Lu Chenran nodded and said, "Okay, I want to see the autopsy report as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, Land Bureau. ”

Coming out of the scene of the crime, Lu Chenran and Lu Ping came to Guo Bichen's office, and Lan Lan was also there.

At this time, Guo Bichen had already dealt with some things in the hotel, which could be regarded as temporarily appeasing the guests.

"How's it going, husband, do you have eyebrows?" asked Guo Bichen.

Lu Chenran shook his head solemnly and said, "Everything has to wait for the report to come out, I have a hunch, this case is very troublesome, maybe this is just the beginning." ”

"What do you mean, husband, if you don't solve it quickly, the hotel will be over. Guo Bichen said.

Lu Chenran naturally knew the stakes, and no one would want to stay in a hotel where he had died.

That night, after all the police officers had finished in the team, Lu Ping quietly came to the room where someone had just died.

The room was pitch black, and I could barely see the furnishings in the moonlight, and when I walked on the carpet, the broken glass clicked and cracked under the pressure.

The smell of blood, the strong smell of blood permeated the whole room, as if these bloody smells were the culprits of the case, blatantly hiding in every corner of the room and snickering, laughing at those wine bags and rice bags wearing police uniforms and flaunting justice, and examining them for so long but with no results.

Lu Ping walked to the bed, lay down quietly, as if he was the deceased, and returned to the big bed again, the big bed that was supposed to bring him to sleep but did not expect to complete death.

Lu Ping raised his feet, gently put them on the bed, covered his body with a quilt, closed his eyes, and his ears were quiet, and he couldn't hear anything, including his own breathing, as if even his own breathing had stopped.

Suddenly, Lu Ping opened his eyes suddenly, walked quickly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, kept washing his face, and was still washing his hands and arms after washing his face, but no matter how he washed it, he always felt that there was something dirty on his body, Lu Ping began to slap desperately, but the dirty thing was still sticking to his body, Lu Ping began to grasp it with his hands, desperately grasping with his very beautifully trimmed fingernails, his hands were scratched, and there were blood marks on his arms one by one, and even his face was stained with that hateful thing, angry, depressed, Fear, Lu Ping smashed the mirror with a frantic punch.

When he came out of the bathroom, he staggered and accidentally hit the cabinet door, anger and those dirty things made his temper worse, he smashed everything, TV, kettle, glass...... He smashed everything in the room, but he was still angry, and by the way, there was one more thing, as long as he smashed such a thing, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

Lu Ping jumped on the bed, his anger made him surprisingly disgusted by what he saw, so he tore the pillow in half, God knows where he got so much strength.

Then he knelt beside the bed, held his hands on the wall, and slammed his head against the wall with all his strength.

One, two, three...... Bumping, just keep bumping, he feels much better, his mind is much clearer, and every time he hits, his head is much more comfortable.

So, just keep bumping, bumping...... Bursting blood splattered in every corner of the room, but he didn't seem to feel the pain or the loss of life, and still slammed desperately until he was on the bed, unable to move anymore.

Lu Ping opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

The Soul Body, a spell that briefly communicates with the space surrounding the deceased before death, can reproduce what the deceased experienced before he died.

Everything in the world is spiritual, as small as a cup or as large as a house, but as time passes, the spirituality will become stronger and stronger, until the individual begins to decay, until it is finally destroyed, and the spirituality disappears completely.

And Lu Ping used the technique of Xuan Dementor Soul Body to obtain their brief memories from the furnishings of the room, and reproduced the situation when the deceased died.

Because this technique is too weird, if you use it once, it will be as if you have become someone else, and Lu Ping will not use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

Now, Lu Ping already knew what was going on in this room, and he was sure that this person must have fallen for some evil spell.