Faced with such a strange room, it seems like a difficult choice to go in or not to go in.

Qi Ji stepped forward and brushed away the cobwebs hanging at the door and pushed the door open, the study was very well lit, and in this rainy night, there was still a glimmer of lightning shining through the sky outside and spilling on the huge sandalwood desk.

Both classical decoration and strange furnishings are acceptable, but in this study, which looks like no one has been in for at least a decade, and exudes all kinds of decay, a figure of a man in formal clothes is sitting on the chair in front of the desk.

He was very tall, and his suit, which was worth a lot of money, was dressed very well, and he sat in a very casual posture, as if he was doing official business as usual. If you ignore the bugs and dust that are all over his body, he probably looks more imposing.

"Ah!!h Jiang Ziqiu couldn't help but scream the moment he saw him, and the expressions of the others became subtle.

Is there really an eighth person in the castle?

The translucent lightning illuminated the study with floor-to-ceiling windows as if it were daylight, and at that moment, everyone also saw the true face of the man—a skeleton.

He had obviously been dead for more than ten years, his body had not fallen apart because the chair and desk were fixed, and his two empty eyes were still staring straight in the direction of the door.

“…… Damn, how many dead people are in this house? Qiao Huo couldn't help but take two steps back, the skeleton sitting posture was like waiting for someone to open the door, which made people feel creepy.

Bai Wanwan should have felt scared, but the moment she saw the skeleton, what came to mind was the whisper of the strange man touching her head and enclosing her in his arms.

Wanwan is good, Wanwan is a good boy, tell me what happened last night, okay?

The man's tone trembled uncontrollably, or perhaps because the child in his arms had been trembling.

The white scene was pulled back to the ancient castle of seventeen years ago, and she looked up to the face of a middle-aged man who looked extremely gentle, he frowned, but he was vaguely recognizable and gentle. With tears in her eyes, she could barely see his face, but she still threw herself up and hugged him.

The man wiped tears from her face and patted her back.

Wanwan is good, and now there is nothing to do.

The scene turned, and she was back outside the door of the study. The sun shines warmly from the outside, and the clean corridors are lined with precious paintings. She stood barefoot at the door of the study, hesitating and twisting the corners of her clothes.

After all, she took a deep breath, and the little girl mustered up the courage to push open the door.

"Bang."

It wasn't the sound of the door opening, but the loud sound of the man's gun against his temple at the table.

The man's gaze at her was still gentle, almost as if he wanted to see another person through her.

Warm red blood splattered on her face and hair.

The blood oozing from the man's skull, like red in the hallway, was overwhelming.

With her throat open, tears blurred the scene in front of her and turned it into a blank white, and she could no longer make any sound.

"Sister Bai?! Sister Bai, what's wrong with you!! ”

Her body was gently shaken, Bai Wanwan opened her eyes tremblingly, and Qiao Huo was squatting in front of her with a worried face: "Sister Bai, are you scared?" ”

At this moment, she was sitting on the ground with her ears covered, curled up in a self-protective posture, and the horror on her face was even more terrifying under the lightning than the skeleton in the chair.

"Miss Bai, what's wrong?" Qi Ji smiled: "Didn't you do something wrong, but now I think about it." ”

His words were very suggestive, so he almost pressed the murderer's name directly on Bai Wanwan's head.

Qiao stood up noisily: "Dude, you can eat and talk nonsense, I think the most suspicious person all the way here is you." ”

Qi Ji sneered: "What is Miss Bai afraid of, she is not afraid of shadows." ”

Bai Wanwan gritted her back molars to calm her emotions: "Miss Jiang also looks scared, why does Mr. Qi only say me?" Should I be calm all the time? Can she be afraid that I can't? also said that Mr. Qi was originally a double-standard dog, and he was good for anyone he liked, and if he didn't like it, he had to deduct pots from others? ”

These words can be regarded as tearing the skin, Bai Wanwan wiped her face and stood up: "Who did the wrong thing, we will soon know." ”

To be honest, tearing your face with the male protagonist is tantamount to suicide. Because the male protagonist is always the one who can survive to the end, but right now, Bai Wanwan just can't bear the weird appearance of Qi Ji.

Qi Ji, who thinks he is high, and Jiang Ziqiu, who is so vain that he gets involved with others in two days, are not good things.

Bai Wanwan is really a Buddha.,Why is every male and female protagonist of this book such a disgusting thing.。 They deserve to be the protagonists?

The negative emotions that have been suppressed from the beginning to the present all burst out, and Bai Wanwan said with a cold face: "No matter who the murderer is, if you want to take my life, just try it." ”

She's really fed up, she's been on the passive side, and she's been led by the nose. She had never done such an aggrieved task.

The scene suddenly became embarrassing, and Fu Yan, who had been silent next to him, slowly spoke: "There seems to be something hidden in the arms of that corpse." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's attention was also diverted.

The skeleton sitting upright at the table had a hand hidden in front of its abdomen, clutching something tightly. Fu Yan tried to break the bones, but he had clenched them so tightly for so many years that he hadn't slackened at all.

"Officer Fu, why should you be so gentle with a corpse?" Qi Ji stepped forward and directly took the dusty ashtray on the table and smashed the skeleton's wrist.

Bai Wanwan's heart suddenly swelled with inexplicable anger, and she tried to put her tongue against the roof of her mouth, clenching her teeth to control her emotions.

No, people are the most irrational and have the lowest IQ when they are angry, and now she must remain absolutely calm and vigilant.

The skeleton held a yellowed photograph that had been mutilated, and the black-and-white negatives were very old. Although covered with thick dust, it was vaguely recognizable as a woman with gentle eyebrows holding a little girl.

The scene is very warm, the woman's gaze at the camera is as soft as water, and the little girl in the princess dress in her arms is also cute and well-behaved like a doll.

The moment everyone saw the photo, they all looked at Bai Wanwan with stiff faces.

The picture of the little girl and the woman bears a striking resemblance to her.

She didn't come in to hide from the rain, she was the owner of the castle.

There was a click, and it was the sound of a bullet being loaded. The corners of Bai Wanwan's mouth were still hooked with a sneer, and she just watched Fu Yan take a few steps back, and then put the muzzle of the gun against her head.

Qiao Huo seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated and shut up. If his mission is also to catch the murderer, saving Bai Wanwan, who is now judged to be the "murderer", is equivalent to a failure of the mission.

Everyone stood opposite her, keeping a certain distance from her. Bai Wanwan exhaled softly, and the previous nervous and restless emotions became extremely calm at this moment.

"Officer Fu, I said, if you doubt everyone, don't doubt me."

The woman's voice was very clear in the large empty room, and she was leaning against the door of the study, smiling and groaning.

If she had gambled all her chips on Fu Yan, then he would have lost cleanly the moment he pointed the gun at her.