Shaking his head and dispelling the thought just now, Ming Chuan was almost certain that the Magatama Circle was not used to seal Luo Yan's remnant soul. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Luo Yan's bone has a sense near the magic circle, is this just a coincidence?

Ming Chuan doesn't believe in the coincidence theory.

There must be some connection between Luo Yan's remnant soul and this magatama array.

Now the most direct way is to go into the river and find out.

Looking at the calm river in front of him, Ming Chuan expressed some sadness.

If he were asked to rank what he didn't want to do the most, the first place would be to take a car driven by Zhai Feifei, the second would be to eat peppercorns, and the third would be to dive or swim in the Meili River.

Recently must have been flushed with the water, absolutely.

Just when Mingchuan was in a dilemma, his mobile phone rang.

After taking a look, he found that it was Zhai Feifei calling, and he wondered a little in his heart, he had just spoken to this policewoman, and it had only been such a short time, why did he call again?

I connected the mobile phone with some doubts, but the energetic and crisp voice of the policewoman came from the phone: "Where are you now?"

"Where you ran yesterday. Ming Chuan replied.

"Busy?"

"Not really. "The investigation has hit a bottleneck, and he can't really be said to be busy right now.

"Okay, you take the No. 3 bus from there to XX station, and call me when you get off. ”

After saying such a sentence, there was a blind sound of "beep" on the mobile phone.

Although she was a little accustomed to the style of this policewoman, she was still speechless for a moment.

What are you doing there? It's so unclear that he is completely confused.

After silently slandering in his heart, Mingchuan still boarded the bus as Zhai Feifei said.

Didn't this policewoman say that she had gone to the scene of a case when she had made a phone call before? She should still be at the scene at this time, so why not let him go now......

Wouldn't it be so quick for him to help?

Is there such a high ghost crime rate in S City?

Is this a ghost capital?

Did the life he envisioned to take a one-month break from one case after another become a dream?

While he was thinking, the car quickly arrived at the station.

When he got out of the car, before he could take out his mobile phone, Zhai Feifei had already parked in front of him in her small hatchback.

"I guess it's time for you to get in the car. Zhai Feifei couldn't help but open the door lock.

Mingchuan's eyelids jumped, and he sat in the back seat.

After several practical proofs, the rear seat feels slightly better than the front seat, and of course, only slightly better.

On the way, Zhai Feifei said to Ming Chuan briefly while driving: "This case looks a little weird, so I proposed to Team Yan that I let you come over and take a look first to determine if it was a ghost." ”

"Weird?" asked Ming Chuan weakly as he endured the churning of his stomach. In his opinion, nothing is more weird than this policewoman's driving skills.

"The appearance of the dead. You'll find out when you get there. After a pause, Zhai Feifei said, "Of course, you can't reveal your identity. ”

He wanted to protest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the car jerk, and his head slammed into the window, making him grin in pain.

Fortunately, the distance is not far, and it takes less than ten minutes to drive to the place.

The scene is a residential building in a residential area, and the front of the corridor has been blocked by the police with a separation belt, surrounded by a lot of idlers watching the excitement.

Under Zhai Feifei's leadership, they walked in unimpeded all the way.

The neighborhood is obviously very old, there is no elevator, the corridors are narrow and damp, and the walls are mottled and cracked everywhere.

A fishy smell filled the corridor and could not be dissipated for a long time.

Ming Chuan couldn't help but frown.

"Your Excellency. Ying Lan lowered her voice and spoke.

"Hmm. Ming Chuan replied in a low voice, "I know." ”

He knew what Shadow Lan wanted to say, but it wasn't the time.

"What's wrong?" Zhai Feifei heard the movement behind her, and couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"More on that later. Ming Chuan glanced at the police officer on duty in the corridor and asked Zhai Feifei, "Where is Yan?"

"Team Yan is inside. Zhai Feifei pointed upward.

The scene of the murder is on the fourth floor.

The narrow corridor was crowded with people, both uniformed police officers and white-clad forensic workers.

The victim was apparently killed in his own home.

Zhai Feifei took Ming Chuan to take the gloves from the staff, put them on separately and squeezed into the room.

It is an ordinary three-bedroom apartment, with a living room as soon as you enter the door, a kitchen next to the entrance, and three rooms are inside.

The door of the room facing the door of the living room was open, and Yan Yijie stood on the edge of the door, blocking the door with a serious face.

Seeing Zhai Feifei and Ming Chuan, he only nodded slightly as a greeting, and then commanded the other police officers to work in a low voice.

Ming Chuan scratched his head, walked to Yan Yijie's side, and poked his head into the room.

The strong smell of blood came to his nose, and even a person like Ming Chuan, who often dealt with ghosts, couldn't help but frown.

It was a study with a desk facing the door, a large bookshelf on one wall, and a large sofa for resting on the other.

At this time, the floor and bookshelves of this room were covered with blood.

The dark red paint makes the blood stains not look particularly obvious, but the strong smell of blood can't hide it.

After only a general glance at the state of the corpse, Ming Chuan understood what Zhai Feifei meant by "weird".

It was a male corpse, probably in his fifties, with a large build, and a rather obese appearance.

The deceased was lying on the ground with the upper half of his body, his whole face submerged in his own blood, his eyes widened, and his expression could not tell whether it was horror or anger.

The lower half of the deceased was still sitting in the chair behind the desk.

Internal organs flowed out of the wounds in the section and were scattered everywhere. The blood had clotted and the surface was covered with dust.

In that regard, the killer was unusually cruel.

After a cursory glance, Ming Chuan retracted his head, not stepping into the bloody room, not to make trouble for the busy police officers and forensics.

I walked back to the living room, found a corner and leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, did not light it, and waited quietly.

After a while, Yan Yijie walked over, the expression between his eyebrows was very serious, and he could see that he was in a very bad mood.

"How?" Yan Yijie asked directly.