Zhang Deman's inscription reads: 'Born on April 7, 1958 - deceased on November 19, 1990'.

Yang Fang's inscription reads: 'Born on October 24, 1959 - deceased on November 19, 1990'.

Both died on the same day.

In Zhang Jiaming's description, Zhang Deman and his wife were robbed by gangsters at night, and both were killed, which can be regarded as consistent in terms of the time of death.

Since Zhang Jiaming is not a worshipper, who will this person be?

Wang Guangsheng?

No way!

Zhang Zhengguo, Lin Yu, Zhang Mei, and Feng Hou are also impossible.

Time simply does not allow.

Previously, Ning Qing had speculated that since the rain had passed since the previous day, no one had ever come to the island except for his own group.

Unless when everyone walked in two ways after getting off the bridge, Wang Guangsheng took Zhang Zhengguo and them to copy the path, arrived at the cemetery earlier than Ning Qing and the others, and then worshiped Zhang Deman.

But this possibility is also very small.

A series of processes such as digging a pit to take new soil, lighting wax and incense, burning paper and sacrificing wine, etc., take more than half an hour.

No matter how fast they walked, they wouldn't be much faster than Ning Qing and the others, and time didn't allow them to complete these steps at all.

Therefore, it is difficult for Ning Qing's group of worshippers to appear.

As for Zhang Jiaming... The possibility of lying is not ruled out.

Because it can mislead people into thinking that there are other people on the island, so that there is a chance to clear one's identity as a murderer suspect.

But intuition told Ning Qing that Zhang Jiaming would not be the executioner with his hands stained with blood.

There are too many holes in him.

The philistine when he asked for money, his eyes were blank when he saw the corpse.

He was the one who went to the firewood house to fetch firewood and make a fire.

He was also the one who put Yang Fang's spiritual position into the fire.

It was he who triggered Ning Qing's idea of checking the firewood room.

After Ning Qing came back from the firewood room, he was subdued without any precautions like a nobody.

If Zhang Jiaming is the murderer, why bother to tell everyone that he killed someone.

Reverse thinking?

Help?

And then make up a story for everyone to clear their suspicions?

Not necessarily.

If he really had such a terrifying calculation, he would have been fine if he didn't take firewood to make a fire in the first place.

Ning Qing would not have the idea of inspecting the firewood room without noticing, and the follow-up would naturally not happen.

After all, in the current society of national peace and security, the dead person can be regarded as a thing that breaks the sky, and under normal circumstances, no one will think about it in this regard, at most, when Wang Guangsheng runs away and disappears.

After Ning Qing, the object of suspicion, was ruled out, the eyebrows on his forehead wrinkled more fiercely.

Since everyone is not a murderer or a mysterious worshipper, the label of this person is about to come out.

The murderer is the worshipper, and the possibility that the worshipper is the murderer.

The question is who the hell is this person?

Only worship Zhang Deman and not Yang Fang, and also kill Wang Guangsheng, is it accidental or inevitable between the two? Is there a connection?

More importantly, where exactly is this person hiding? Will it be a danger to those of you?

Will......

Will it?

Ning Qing's heart suddenly flashed many thoughts, but he didn't know the answer.

Possibly or not.

Perhaps only by seeing the true face of the other person can these questions be answered.

Although Baisha Island is an island, there are no hills, so there are no caves for people to shelter from the wind and rain, and other village houses are overwhelmed by typhoons.

Ning Qing suddenly turned his head to look at the corner of the entrance, where it was pitch black, like a devouring abyss, devouring blood.

The moment is the only refuge point in the eye of the wind, and it is very likely that the other party is hiding in the house.

"I think we should take a hard look at this house." Ning Qing couldn't help but suggest.

"That's what I thought." Zhang Zhengguo nodded in agreement, and then looked at Feng Hou and them, "You guys? ”

"Forget it, it's enough to have the two of you, I'm too lazy to join in the fun." Lin Yu yawned and said he didn't want to go.

As for the others, they looked away evasively.

Seeing this, Ning Qing didn't say much, it was almost enough for herself and Zhang Zhengguo, and she could basically ensure that she could help each other when she encountered the murderer, so that she would not be powerless to fight back.

As for the others...

He can only shrug his shoulders about this, it doesn't matter if he goes or not, it will get in the way.

Two people, each holding a flashlight in their hands.

Walking one after the other, Ning Qing was in front and Zhang Zhengguo was behind.

At first, the two went hand in hand, and then when Zhang Zhengguo fell behind intentionally or unintentionally, the two slowly distanced themselves.

Ning Qing didn't care, the two-meter position was a very good distance, and he could have enough room to react when he encountered an emergency.

On the first floor, there is a lobby, four bedrooms, a firewood room, a thatched pit, and a staircase.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then he stepped up the stairs to the second floor, kicking up a puff of dust and dancing in the glow of a flashlight.

On the second floor, the four bedrooms are unremarkable.

The wooden door on the third floor was a little short, and it was pushed open with a creak, and Ning Qing and Zhang Zhengguo bowed their heads and half-bent over.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem! Cough! ”

The dust raised by the rotation of the wooden door was a little big, and Ning Qing and the others were choked, and hurriedly raised their arms to cover their mouths and noses.

In the small attic, there are only load-bearing columns and no partition walls, and the space is connected, which looks wide and short.

There are some old miscellaneous items stored, those who eat ashes eat ashes, rotten rots, rusts that rust, I can't tell what they are.

There are lines on the floor that have been dragged by objects, which have obviously been turned over, and the debris is not in place.

If you think about it carefully, it should be the traces left by Zhang Jiaming when he rummaged through antiques.

Most of the debris is not large enough to provide enough space for the killer to hide.

After another careful inspection, no one was found in the small attic.

"Let's go down..."Zhang Zhengguo was choked and didn't want to stay any longer.

"Wait." Ning Qing did not follow.

Zhang Zhengguo asked with a puzzled face, "What's wrong?" ”

"I remember Zhang Jiaming said that there was a secret grid in the small attic, but we didn't see it after we came in, and I don't feel at ease if we don't check the dark grid." Ning Qing shook his flashlight and looked around at the structure of the house.

"Very strange space design..."

"Not here.... Well... Neither here nor is it..."

"Hmm... I guess it's here! Ning Qing's slightly frowning brows loosened, and the beam of light in his hand pointed at a corner.

"How can you be sure that the Darkgrid is there? I don't look like it. ”

Zhang Zhengguo didn't understand how Ning Qing could think that there was a hidden grid in a mediocre corner.

Ning Qing didn't speak, and directly verified his guess with actions.

Quickly stepped forward and fumbled back and forth on one of the walls to the right of the corner.

Soon, I felt strange feedback from my fingertips.

It is a very small and subtle seam, hidden by the red bricks and the dry cement glued to the four sides of the red bricks, which is difficult to detect with the naked eye alone.

Ning Qing pushed with the palm of his hand, and when he found that he couldn't push it, he took out a dagger from his hiking boots and put it into the crack of the brick.

With a pry and a pull, several red bricks were pulled out with cement.

A dark dark grid appeared, and there were several circular and oval marks under the dark grid, which should have been left by the removal of porcelain after it had been stored for a long time.

"How did you guess?"

Zhang Zhengguo has been by Ning Qing's side all the time, and the other party has not knocked on the wall during the whole process, and he was a little surprised that he could guess so accurately.

"Hmm... Let me think about how to explain this to you..."