Walking through the long corridor, Yu Siqi and others, under the leadership of Luo Ning, came to the so-called office area. The ruins in front of him gave Yu Siqi the illusion that Luo Ning was taking the wrong path, but after he took a closer look, he had the same idea as Father An. That's - it seems to have been destroyed not long ago. If it had been like this many years ago, it would have been as dilapidated and decaying as the lighthouse where they once slept in the open.

However, look at the place, although the entire house has been destroyed, there is even little dust on the windows of some of the surviving ones.

"How can the government affairs hall be?" Ronin was so shocked that he almost dropped his jaw to the ground.

"It smells of blood!" After saying this, Fr. Ann motioned for everyone to join him over the low gap and into the destroyed house, and the most conspicuous thing was probably the bloodstain that stretched all the way to the other end, especially the bloody handprint on the stone pillar, which was really impressive. And judging from the vividness, the blood doesn't seem to have dried up completely. Otherwise, there are some fine utensils scattered among the rubble. All of them have a very bright luster, and some of them can even refract the sun's rays, which is very dazzling.

"A lot of terrible things seem to be happening here." Father Ann looked around with keen eyes, and his steps were very steady.

"A fool can see that, Priest." Gong Chen bent down and picked up a golden cup, wiped the thick dust on it with the mouth of his sleeve, put it to his mouth and looked at it carefully for a while, then threw it away casually and said, "There is a smell of wine... And it's actually made of brass, I thought it was gold. ”

"That's the cup that tax collectors usually use to drink, and we don't use gold here, it's too soft." Luo Ning, who came in at the end, reminded kindly.

"What do you think of this, Father?" After confirming that there was only so much left of the destroyed house, Yu Siqi turned his face to Father An and asked.

"I think you're probably all as much of a doubt about what's going on here, right?" Father Ann cleared his throat, everyone nodded, and even William, who had not spoken for a long time, could not help but poke his head out of his pocket and look around with his tiny eyes.

"Then before I analyze it, I hope that Luo Ning can help me complete the missing 'puzzle' pieces." Father An stretched out his hand to Luo Ning, who nodded slightly, nodded silently, and walked over.

"Very well, then let's get straight to it." Father An looked at Luo Ning very casually and said, "Please don't be too formal, just answer a few questions." ”

"Just ask." Maybe Father An's aura was too much, and Luo Ning's expression was still a little nervous.

"You said this is the government hall, right?" Fr. Ann smiled and asked, "If nothing happened here, is this where you met with the tax collector and submitted your resignation?" ”

"Hmm... That's right, at least that's what I envisioned. Now, though, it seems like I didn't come at the right time. Slightly self-deprecating, Ronin pulled out a small piece of yellow paper from his body, which was densely covered with Lami characters.

"Very well, can you tell me how many people there are in this government hall?" Father Ann continued.

"Usually there is only one tax collector, but if there is a celebration or something special, the village elders will send a few juniors to help her." Ronin put away his 'resignation report' and said.

"That means there's still a chance that there's more than just a tax collector here, right?" Father An glanced at Luo Ning with a confirmed look, and after getting the other party's reply, he continued: "The blood stains have not dried up, which means that the fight here should have happened not long ago." You shouldn't have any objections to that, right? ”

Everyone was silent, and their attention was focused on Father Ann. He followed the long bloodstain all the way to the broken stone pillar and stopped. He stretched out his hand and compared it with the palm print on the stone pillar, and then said, "Although the size of my palm certainly doesn't match it, you can probably tell that it's a right hand, right?" ”

In fact, Yu Siqi not only noticed the bloody handprint, but also moved his gaze to the curved blood trail that bypassed the stone pillar and extended to the street outside.

After Father Ann made a gesture similar to that of imitation, he did not continue walking in the direction of the bloodstain, but turned around

He returned to the middle of the hall and said, "According to my inference, this bloodstain should not have been shed by the tax collector himself." There are several reasons why I would make such a judgment: First, if the tax collector himself was seriously injured, then the first escape route he should consider should not be the unknown street outside, but his own territory, that is, the courtyard we came all the way to, which I don't think is particularly difficult to understand. Second, if the tax collector had been injured himself, it was unlikely that he would have left his own palm print on the pillar. Because this is where he walks day and night, even if he walks with his eyes closed, he may not hit the wall. What's more, in the case of injury, he should think more about improving his survival rate. Thirdly..."

"I disagree, Father." Ronin raised his left hand, interrupted Fr. Ann to speak, and offered his thoughts:

"Is it possible that the tax collector himself already knew that his attacker was from within? That's why he deliberately ran out. Or, he left his handprints in a panic in a hurry. It can't be ruled out that there is no such possibility, after all, it is a matter of life and death, and it is impossible for everyone to be so calm. ”

"What you're saying makes a lot of sense, so I'm going to propose another possibility." Father Ann gave some affirmation to Ronin's opinion, but continued: "Is it possible that the tax collector himself is not here? You see, along the way, we all know that this place is very uninhabitable. In this regard, it happened that one of Gong Chen's 'greedy' actions gave me corresponding inspiration. The fact that the glass on which I usually drink is full of dust is not like something that a tax collector would let go. ”

"This..."Luo Ning looked at the cup that was thrown to the ground by Gong Chen speechlessly, and couldn't help but rummage through a few other daily utensils on the messy ground, and found that all of them were filled with a lot of dust, and some even had dark green patina in them.

"Then the fight here." After being nodded by Father An's words, Yu Siqi thought about it and remembered one thing, that is, don't worry about it, didn't they go to the village by themselves first? Could it be said?

Probably the other people also vaguely thought of going with themselves, and the three of them looked at each other, all without saying a word.