41: I'm sorry

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Huang Xu's face turned pale.

The wound on the arm was deep in the bone, not like it was wounded by a sharp object, but it looked like it was bitten by sharp teeth......

Everyone gasped.

What kind of monster can bite such a deep wound?

The security captain Li Tai was sweating profusely at the moment, and kept asking Huang Xu if he had seen the murderer, he had only been in office for a few days, and he didn't want anything wrong.

However, Huang Xu shook his head vigorously.

His lips trembled: "It's not a person who killed me, it's a shadow, a shadow that can be twisted and deformed......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

In the middle of the night, the originally quiet village became noisy at this moment.

Everyone came out of their huts and gathered towards the cave.

In the cave, Qin Xiaofan frowned.

In the past few days, when Huang Xu was in this cave, he didn't have anything to do, but on the first day he left the cave, he was assassinated.

What does this mean?

It shows that there must still be members of the Changing Heaven Organization hidden in the village.

Moreover, he is also a member who, like Meng Yao, is extremely loyal to the Changing Sky Organization.

Even if he risked being exposed, he had to get rid of Huang Xu, a traitor who betrayed the Heaven Changing Organization in public.

The cave is overcrowded.

But everyone was silent, and the whole cave was quiet, filled with a strange atmosphere.

Qin Xiaofan's face was gloomy, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one.

As if he already knew who the murderer was, he shouted:

"Think you're amazing? Think I can't catch you? Hehe, that's ridiculous! Wait, I'll pull you out. ”

His tone was cold, and for a while, everyone lowered their heads.

Afterwards, Qin Xiaofan looked at Li Tai, the captain of the security team, and said loudly: "Check it for me!" Check them one by one! Don't let go of any clues, be sure to find out the inner ghost for me! ”

The vigilante nodded hurriedly.

So, the big investigation began.

For a time, the village was not at peace, and the torches everywhere were lit, illuminating the whole village as if it were day, and it was impossible to continue sleeping.

The way to do this is simple.

According to Huang Xu's description, it was a shadow that wanted to kill him.

That means the killer's ability is manipulating shadows, or maybe it's shadow-related abilities.

Therefore, as long as you grasp this clue and investigate it one by one, you can always find the murderer.

Late at night, the security captain Li Taijian was sweating profusely, and took his team members to verify the abilities of the villagers one by one.

In order to prevent the murderer from escaping, everyone was gathered in the open space in front of the cave, and someone kept an eye on everyone's every move.

Each time one is verified, the information is recorded.

There was no pen or paper, so they used colored stones to write on wooden signs.

More than 200 people, one night's time, is simply not enough.

It wasn't until dawn that less than a hundred people were verified, and the captain of the security team was sweating anxiously.

Qin Xiaofan didn't rest, just stood in front of the cave and watched.

He had titanium eyes, and was able to verify the abilities of villagers, and was able to match more information, but throughout the night, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, not even a single person who lied about his name.

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Today, I opened the author's background with great anticipation, and then found that the follow-up recommendation was gone.

Ah......h

It's in the streets.

I was stunned for a long time, and I wanted to write again, but I was in no mood to write it down, perhaps, I really wrote badly.

In fact, it is also expected.

There are only five or six people who vote for recommendations every day, and the collection can't go up, and I even rewarded myself to get on the list, but the collection still can't go up much.

The editor in charge is also not optimistic, indicating that there is indeed a problem with the writing.

I write novels for money.

Since there is no market, there is no point in sticking to it.

Therefore, the book is suspended, perhaps, I will pick it up later, but in a short time, I don't have the heart to write it.

I'm so sorry.