"Click......

Blinding flashing lights kept flashing on the old walls.

"What's the situation?"

Inspector Perrit stood a short distance away, questioning the medical examiner as he glanced at the corpse in the corner.

As a police detective in the old city for thirty years, it was the first time that Pirit had seen such a badly damaged corpse.

"The body was highly decomposed, it had been dead for at least a week, but the burning was not the cause of death, it happened after death, and even in terms of the freshness of the ashes, it was more like it happened last night."

Destroy the corpses!

When Detective Pirit heard the words of the medical examiner, he immediately gave the most likely conclusion in his mind.

At this time, the forensic doctor looked at the report in his hand and continued: "It's very strange, his steps are very badly worn, and even the bones are misaligned in some places, such an injury, every step he takes will be very painful, and the murderer seems to have tortured him." ”

The medical examiner tried to make his own inferences as much as possible.

But there are still many details that do not stand up to scrutiny.

In such a hot weather, the corpses were already highly decomposed, which could not be hidden for so long in the densely populated old city.

There was also the deceased's ankle, toe, which was severely worn and twisted.

This is only possible by the non-stop rampage of the deceased for a long time.

If there is such a large space, why don't the deceased choose to run away?

What is the surface of the corpse that was quickly burned into carbon slag? There's no clue at all.

Detective Perritt was equally puzzled by these details.

At this moment, a black hovercar defies the blockade and breaks directly into Pirett's line of sight.

Two men stepped out of the car and walked towards Piritt.

"According to the alliance convention, this case is now taken over by our Soul Removal Guild."

The middle-aged man with a beard on his face took out a paper notice letter and put it in front of Pirit.

………………

The streets on the other side of the old town.

Two freshly fried fritters.

The exterior is golden and crispy, and the inside is soft and glutinous.

Dip in spicy and sticky spicy soup and put it in your mouth.

is undoubtedly the best explanation for yourself who is hungry in the morning.

Ding Xiaoyi ate with relish, and the tense heartstrings gradually calmed down under the soothing of the food.

I have to say that in the great turmoil a hundred years ago, too many historical civilizations disappeared inexplicably.

The Alliance reorganized human civilization and eliminated the barriers of national borders and skin color.

This process is not made overnight, and it also requires too much blood and sweat of predecessors and sages to have today's situation.

For this reason, many cultural inheritances have disappeared in the process.

But even in that initial chaos, not even in the turmoil of the Union's history.

They still use their wisdom and diligence to preserve their own unique food culture.

It's like this food called fritters.

It is a brilliant civilization left over from the working people of the previous era.

While filling your empty stomach, the wonderful taste will be like a spring drizzle, silently moisturizing your tense nerves.

I remember what happened last night.

After exiting from the alley, Ding Xiaoyi could find a place to return to his new home.

Instead, I found a cleaner hotel in the old town.

I took a hot shower comfortably, and even changed out of the rancid clothes on my body.

Finally, holding his tired body, he fell asleep on the bed.

This night, I didn't sleep very peacefully.

Always heard in nightmares, the pair of high heels stepping on the bluestone and making the sound of clattering footsteps.

Even in a nightmare, when I woke up, I found that the high heels were on my feet.

After such a nightmare, Ding Xiaoyi even had an unreal hallucination, as if everything was just a nightmare of his own.

But the pile of clothes in the corner that was still filled with the smell of rancid was a clear reminder to himself that he had indeed encountered a rumored psionic creature last night.

After eating and drinking, Ding Xiaoyi patted the remaining fritter residue on his hands.

A clear list of things to do today is already in mind.

First, he had to find a place to live.

It does not refer to the new residence of firewood in Huangquan, but in reality, I need a place to stay.

Otherwise, after every purchase, you have to find a way to hide in Tibet to find a place to go home, which is always not very convenient.

Besides, I still have a lot of things to do.

Large and small, there are all kinds of things, and some can be bought directly in S City.

Some need to go to the professional official website to order.

If you want to find the German boat toolbox yesterday, you need to order it from the Internet.

Without a stable place to live, it is obviously not possible.

Fortunately, in the old town, there is no shortage of houses.

In addition to the high-rise apartments, there are also some old bungalows.

However, the price of these bungalows is much more expensive than the price of those high-rise apartments.

In this era when everyone lives in high-rise buildings, a home-built bungalow is definitely no worse than those villas.

If the location is a little better, then it is really a villa that may not be exchanged.

Ding Xiaoyi used his mobile phone to search for nearby rental information.

After filtering out the inconvenient building community, the remaining few houses attracted Ding Xiaoyi's attention for a while.

"East Main Street, Yima Street Entrance, No. 124."

The house has its own small courtyard and is close to the street, so the price is a little more expensive than other houses.

As for the environment where he lives and what kind of environment, Ding Xiaoyi has repeatedly thought about it.

The reason why he likes this house is nothing more than two things.

It doesn't matter if it's a little more expensive.

After confirming the address, Ding Xiaoyi dialed the phone number on the message.

The person who answered the phone listened to the voice of an elderly woman.

After learning the news that he was going to rent a house, he made an appointment with Ding Xiaoyi on the phone to be tomorrow afternoon.

After hanging up the phone.

Ding Xiaoyi returned to the hotel, renewed the rent for one day, returned to the room, took the purchased materials in his hands, and took out the black iron key at the same time.

"A new home for firewood!"

The familiar stroking of the palm of his hand on the cold key, as he recited the last word in his mouth.

A black haze was reflected in Ding Xiaoyi's pupils, with the familiar feeling of weightlessness and pulling.

In the gray light in front of him, the dusty mirror was re-imprinted with his own shadow.

The placement of this mirror is very interesting.

It seems that every time I go home with the key, the first thing I look up to see is this mirror.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't take this matter to heart, but subconsciously raised his head and looked at the diary on the table.

I hope to be able to see the diary, and I obediently turn to the third page.

However, to his disappointment, the diary was placed quietly, and there was no intention of opening it obediently.

Putting down all the things in his hand, Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward unwillingly and opened the diary with a silver key.

However, after attempting, the diary can only be opened to the second page, and as for the contents of the third page, it is still in a state where it cannot be opened.

"Did I overlook something??"

Ding Xiaoyi held his chin with his fingers, wondering if he had ignored some kind of information.

Thinking of this, he picked up the diary again and looked at the contents of the first page again, word by word.

When the content is focused on the second page again.

Suddenly, a line of very short words appeared in his sight.

[It turns out that after coming back from that place, something bad will definitely happen around, no, I want to find my old friend in District 13. 】

"Wait!"

When he saw this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly looked stunned, as if he realized what he had ignored.

The first two paragraphs of this sentence were repeated in his mouth.

"Damn, I see!"

At that time, I was too concerned about what the old man was going to do in District 13, and who his old friend was mentioned in his diary.

So much so that I ignored the importance of the first two sentences at that time.

The place mentioned in the diary is probably not another place, but the Yellow Spring.

Pay attention to the time of the diary, at this time the old man has not won this land from any Hades envoy.

The place where the envoy of Hades was able to bring him was afraid that it was also the place of Huangquan.

If you understand it this way, that is, as soon as you leave here and return to reality, something bad will definitely happen around you.

Although the diary does not mention what exactly happened.

Judging from the situation I encountered a psionic creature last night, this very bad thing may be referring to this.

"Hiss~~~"

The moment this thought came to mind, a cool breath rushed into my heart.

The more Ding Xiaoyi thought about it, the more he felt that his head was big for a while.

Quickly turn the journal to the last page.

In the penultimate paragraph, there is a mention of a new bet between the old man and the envoy of Hades.

[Just bet that my grandson Ding Xiaoyi can survive happily on that piece of land. 】

This fluttering sentence seemed to be no problem at the time.

The biggest crisis is nothing more than the big-headed monster that broke in by mistake.

After confirming his authority, this crisis was no longer taken to his heart.

It wasn't until now that he realized that the original happy survival had a deeper meaning.

Ding Xiaoyi's face turned pale for a while, and he felt the chill from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and he wanted to cry without tears.

"Pit, !!"

With such important information, I shouldn't have ignored the past.

In fact, he was completely paralyzed by the old man's relaxed tone.

In the diary, such a serious mysterious person as the envoy of Hades was completely belittled by the old man as the second fool at the head of the village.

belongs to the kind that can tease a bag of melon seeds for a long time.

But this matter has to be divided.

That is, the old man will think like this, for himself, where is this two fools?

It is clearly a melee mage Liu Haizhu wearing a straw hat and holding a kitchen knife.

The other party uses himself to make a bet, how can it be as simple and easy as he thinks...