The wind blew against the half-open inn door, making a dull sound.

The gate was thick, but it also swayed slightly in the wind, and the raindrops came with the wind, completely wetting the façade of the gate, and there was rain flowing down from the top of the door, like a spring flowing on the rocks in the mountains.

Siakam stood in front of the door, looking nervous.

He covered his right eye, there was a light flickering in his left eye, and he muttered silently in his mouth, on the spiritual sea, a bright moon rose high, and in the bright moon, there was a picture of light and shadow flowing, this is a small spell, this bright moon is composed of several gods, and the light and shadow are the situation of the entire hotel.

The abnormal energy fluctuations had disappeared, but Siakam still felt depressed, as if his entire soul was holding on to a heavy object, giving him a very depressed feeling, but his intuition did not call the police and did not give him a sense of danger.

He pushed the door open and walked inside.

The room was full of corpses, and the death was strange.

Just by a glance, Siakam knew that the murderer had only been gone for a short time, but he had doubts in his heart, so he didn't chase him out of the door at the first time.

The murderer last night, who killed all the women standing on the street, is the kind of weak person who struggles at the bottom, tonight, the people who died in the hotel bloodshed are all strong guys, and this death is different from the victim last night.

Yesterday, those dead people were as usual, as if they were alive, but there was a strange aura around the crime scene, which made ordinary people unable to approach at all, within ten meters, it was a forbidden area, and the agents of Iris were also engrossed in the general enemy in order to resist the invasion of that breath, and finally let that breath dissipate through various spells.

This is, after the breath was expelled by the spell, those corpses also changed, and quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, they no longer had the shape of a human being, and it is said that at this time, the flesh and skin disappeared, leaving only the bones, and turned into skeletons.

This is similar to the dead at the scene.

Are the two connected?

No hurry!

As an old detective, Siakam knows very well the process of dealing with extraordinary events, first of all, no matter what, you can't be impatient, you can't be impetuous, you must stay calm, you must be prepared, even if the preparation process is very tedious and time-delaying, it is better than rushing into battle without any preparation, and there is a great chance of losing your life.

In a word, I'd rather not catch the murderer, I'd rather not be able to solve the incident, and I can't lose my life, although this world is not left in the green mountains, I am not afraid of the proverb that there is no firewood, but there are many sayings with the same meaning.

Siakam removed the shoulder bag he was carrying and took out a wooden box from the calfskin.

The wooden box is made of pine wood, and it is coated with a layer of black lacquer, but, perhaps because of the age, the black paint on this wooden box has fallen off a lot, revealing the color of the log, with wood grain or something on it, and there are two runes on the lock, which are invisible to ordinary people, but in the eyes of talented people, this rune ripples with a glimmer of light.

There was a slight fluctuation of energy rippling through the room.

Siakam's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, and he gently rested on the lock, his mouth reciting the divine text, his lips and teeth opened and closed, as if there was lightning shuttling through the room, and the magic stone lamp hanging on the wall in the hotel hall suddenly dimmed, and it took two seconds before the light returned to light.

"Too!"

Siakam snorted.

The wooden box slowly opened, revealing its contents.

Siakam's expression was very nervous, he let go of his hands, and the palms were facing each other about two feet apart, and in between the two was the open wooden box, and inside the box, there was an eyeball suspended in the void.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, the eyeball popped out like a marble, but it hit the invisible barrier, making a clattering sound, and then, whirling and spinning.

Siakam recited the sacred text.

His left eye rotated a nebula, and in the depths of his pupil, there was a wisp of blood light, and the blood light quickly condensed into a point, turning into a blood bead, a very small blood bead, which seeped out of the pupil of the eye socket and fell on the eyeball in the wooden box.

The eyeballs originally had a phantory feeling, giving people an illusory feeling, as if the world did not exist.

After devouring the blood beads oozing from Siakam's left eye, the phantom on the eyeball disappeared and became solidified, as if it really existed in this world, although it was just an eyeball, the turning pupils had human emotions.

What you feel in this eye is cunning.

is like an old fox who has lived for many years, but because of his own evil factors, it is not the kind of maturity and calmness that sees through the world, and it has nothing to do with wisdom, but a kind of cunning and cunning.

After this drop of blood oozed out, Siakam's face turned pale and his expression became painful.

"Hey......

There was laughter echoing in his ears.

The laughter was only audible to him, and at the other end of the corridor, the bold tenants had opened the door, and when they looked this way, they could not hear the strange laughter, and when they saw a living person standing among the dead bodies on the ground, the fellow became less courageous, and hurriedly closed the door, like a mouse that had slipped out of a hole and suddenly bumped into a wild cat.

"I still want to ......"

The laughter turned into a shrill roar, a very annoying and impetuous roar.

In the spiritual sea, there was a raging tide, like a hurricane blowing from the sea, the bright moon suspended on the sea surface, the light flickered, flickering, from time to time there were black shadows passing on the surface of the bright moon, like a series of cracks, this bright moon is like a round mirror falling to the ground, with many cracks, it seems, the next moment will become torn apart.

It's a mental backlash.

To drive the containment, Siakam would have to endure the backlash.

"Murderer?"

Siakam snorted.

A layer of golden light rippled on the box, like a golden net, shrinking from the outside to the inside, covering the eyeball, making a loud electric sound, the magic stone lamp hanging on the wall, the light suddenly dimmed, became gray, and the entire hall was suddenly gray, the only dazzling thing was the golden light above the box, floating with the divine will.

"No!"

Eyeballs screamed.

The next moment, in the sea of Siakam's knowledge, the bright moon reappeared brightly, without a single crack, like a mirror.

There is a picture that flickers in the bright moon.