"Mingfan, Mingfan?" Yan Huiqi stood at the door stupidly for a while, lit a candle, and began to search for Mingfan all over the house. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But no, Ming Fan didn't even leave a corner of his clothes.

Could it be that someone came and took him? And I happened to go out, so I escaped?

Yan Huiqi calmed her heart and sat down quietly on the blood-stained bed.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Yan Huiqi felt that this was a suspicious point: since it was a robbery, why not clean up this place. It's like I'm deliberately showing it to her.

Yan Huiqi put her head on her thighs and quietly began to assume various possible scenarios:

Possibility one: They know that they will come back, and deliberately lure themselves to chase them.

This was passed after flashing in Yan Huiqi's mind, and it was clear that their IQ and force were not enough to be lured by them, and they wanted to kill themselves as if they were strangling a little mouse.

Possibility two: They didn't know that they existed, and they just came to find Mingfan alone.

Yan Huiqi sighed lightly, what she was most afraid of was the second possibility.

Because she doesn't know Ming Fan very well. And Ming Fan's profession is a killer, in this case, it is even more complicated, all over the world, there are countless people who want to retribution, how can she find it?

Yan Huiqi frowned, looking carefully at the blood stains on the ground, the blood stains on the ground were very fresh. But when it came to the window, it was greatly reduced, and Yan Huiqi looked at it carefully, and there was no trace of wiping.

Didn't those people leave here, they just created a false impression?

Yan Huiqi then turned around and looked at the blood stains on the ground, some places were very thick, some places were very light, and the blood stains were layer upon layer, as if someone was deliberately making circles.

Yan Huiqi remembered that Ming Fan's face was pale and his body temperature was very low at that time. That is, the symptoms of severe blood loss.

But why wasn't there any of this bloodstain just now? According to the amount of bleeding in front of him, Ming Fan should have gone to see Marx a long time ago.

Yan Huiqi's eyes turned, she always felt that there was a clue, and her brain cells had been useless for a long time, and it was really difficult to think about it now.

In any case, you must find Ming Fan first! Yan Huiqi wanted to stand up and walk around the house.

Soon, she found that on a flat ground, the blood was faint and there were traces of wiping. Yan Huiqi squatted down and knocked lightly.

The sound is different, is this place a dark room?

Yan Huiqi couldn't figure out where the mechanism was, so she had to knock on it all around. Obviously, the place where she stood in the middle should be hollow, but how can this go down? Jump hard and crush it with your own weight? Uh, what if Ming Fan is down there? Will you cause accidental injury? Moreover, Yan Huiqi jumped, her weight was not up to standard, and it was estimated that she would not be able to crush this kind of thing.

Why don't you smash it open? Yan Huiqi was confused and stared at that place in a daze.

After holding her hands and thinking for a while, Yan Huiqi estimated that there might be a lot of mechanisms in this room, and if she didn't handle it well, she might die.

Yan Huiqi felt that she was being dragged into a huge conspiracy, but there was no other way. Pat your brain, Yan Huiqi encouraged herself, the small universe exploded! Then Yan Huiqi began the plan to destroy the house.

The first is the bowl, because that's how it is played in novels and movies. A fixed bowl is the entrance to the secret room, Yan Huiqi just walked to the kitchen, about to move the bowl, and suddenly remembered that in a hit drama, the protagonist used a hammer for a long time to open the entrance.

Wait, is it really going to be so easy to spot?

Yan Huiqi left the kitchen with a frown, and took the axe that was placed in the corner of the kitchen. Back in the house, Yan Huiqi raised her axe and slashed at the weak point.

"Phew!" There was a loud bang, and a heavy object fell from the roof. I fell down with the axe, so dangerous! Yan Huiqi patted her chest and looked down.

The light of the candle was originally very faint, but even so, Yan Huiqi could still see that it was very shallow underneath. And it was all shiny thorns, some of which had penetrated the weight.

If you really smashed a hole directly on an impulse just now, it is estimated that the Grim Reaper is coming to a new version! Yan Huiqi thought with palpitations.

But why was the bloodstains covered up in that place? Yan Huiqi frowned, tempting herself to die? So when she went out to walk in the bamboo forest, someone else did come, and dragged Ming Fan around the house a few times?

No! Unable to figure it out, Yan Huiqi returned to sit on the edge of the bloodstained bed, scratching her head.

But I don't know what's going on, there is so much blood on the bed, that guy is doing a raid?

Well? Blood on the bed? Yan Huiqi suddenly realized that something was wrong, and turned around and followed the light of the candle to carefully look at the bloodstains on the bedside.

It's fresh and hasn't solidified yet.

And in some places on the floor, the blood has begun to clot. If the temperature is different, the time for blood clotting is indeed different. Yan Huiqi looked at the blood stains at the end of the bed again, and it had already coagulated.

It is clear that near the head of the bed, the blood has not clotted, and at the end of the bed, the blood has clotted. The temperature at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed is the same.

If blood is dripping in the same place at the same time, will there be such a big error? The bloodstains on the left and right of the trap just now are also very fresh.

Then there is only one possibility, after the prisoner wiped the blood stains near the trap, he dragged Ming Fan to the head of the bed, and then disappeared.

A flash of light flashed through Yan Huiqi's brain, and the real entrance to the secret room may be at the head of the bed. The prisoner did not wipe the blood on the head of the bed because he felt that since the whole bed was covered with blood, and it was very clean, it could not be said; Another reason may be that the prisoner is sure that Yan Huiqi will fall into the trap he set.

Normally, it would be like this! It was so dark, and in the face of the strange blood stains in the room that were more than curses, anyone would feel frightened, and then there would naturally be a certain deviation in their thinking.

The corners of Yan Huiqi's mouth twitched, she really watched too many ghost movies, in fact, she didn't go to the haunted house less, asking for excitement!

Yan Huiqi looked at the blood stains again, starting from the trap, the blood was very light, and there were traces of wiping. Then on the way back to the head of the bed, there were some places where the blood stains were covered by layers, not only with different degrees of coagulation, but also of different sizes, which were caused by different heights and times.

Yan Huiqi secretly made a little happy, and then her mood fell again, even if she knew that the head of the bed was the entrance, how could she open the entrance?

Yan Huiqi knocked on the head of the bed, the same, there is no difference, where is the mechanism?

God, she's not a hip-hop genius, and she's not an expert at cracking tricks. Even in modern times, picking a lock with a key is in a state of giggling and half a step, well! This is forcing her to go to Liangshan.

That's right, the kitchen. When Yan Huiqi was just holding the axe, she saw that something that shone slightly was placed under the cupboard, maybe something useful?

Yan Huiqi made up her mind and went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, but Yan Huiqi was disappointed to see that it was just a copper box with some years. It was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was almost impossible to make out what it was.

Blowing the ash on the box, when I opened it, it was actually a thick stack of straw sandpaper. If you look closely, it is densely filled with words, but it is all ancient text.

Yan Huiqi smirked at the stack of papers for three seconds, and then simply put it back.

Alas! I searched inside and outside the house for a long time, but I couldn't find any mechanism. The blood stains on the bed had completely solidified, and Yan Huiqi leaned against the head of the bed, this question was too tangled.

"I'm annoyed!" Yan Huiqi shouted in annoyance, and slammed her fist on the wall, huh? This sound is so crisp!

It's greasy! Yan Huiqi immediately knelt at the head of the bed and tentatively knocked on the wall twice.

"Squeak, squeak" The head of the bed quickly tilted, "Wow! Before Yan Huiqi could lengthen her tone, she slid down on her knees.

"Squeak, squeak" The head of the bed quickly closed again, "My mother, it hurts!" Yan Huiqi's scream was also muffled.

"Hmm, it hurts, what kind of place is this?" Yan Huiqi held back her tears and rubbed her ankles and buttocks, it was dark here, she couldn't see her five fingers, and it was scary.

This place doesn't just take a few arrows! Yan Huiqi was thinking crankily in the dark. Then she cautiously reached out and touched the wall, greasy, what is this!

Yan Huiqi withdrew her hand and sniffed it under her nose, which felt like asphalt and flammable.

Yan Huiqi thought for a while, and scratched a sawdust-like thing that she had accidentally grabbed when she fell down on the asphalt wall, and finally, when the short sawdust was almost completely worn away, the fire was ignited.

Then the fire spread, and it was a hole in the ground, and the asphalt was placed in just the right place.

Yan Huiqi looked at her feet, there were blood stains, and there were faint blood stains on the walls.

Ming Fan! Yan Huiqi's first thought was how Ming Fan was, and she was a little anxious.

So she hurriedly followed the bloodstains and walked forward, passing several forks in the road. Yan Huiqi followed the bloodstains to death, and the bloodstains became less and less. Yan Huiqi also began to feel anxious, Ming Fan, Ming Fan, you must not die!

But I don't know why, Yan Huiqi always feels that the tunnel where she is is quite a bit of an authentic war, every household is connected! What could it be up there?

After running for a long time, the blood stains came to an end, Yan Huiqi looked at the somewhat low door in front of her, and carefully pushed it open.

What kind of place is this, it's actually a slightly dilapidated room, it's really an authentic battle! Yan Huiqi looked up at this room, in fact, it was dilapidated, but many of the things in it were thick with dust, and some corners had cobwebs, which looked like they had been abandoned for some years.

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