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Ling Fan's face became very solemn, because the corpse in front of him undoubtedly reminded him of a case he had encountered, the deceased had also aged overnight, but the prisoner in that case had only absorbed the essence of the deceased, and the deceased in front of him had lost all his blood, which was extremely similar to a vampire case he had encountered before. "Then did you find any wounds on the deceased's body?" Ling Hao asked as he looked at the old forensic doctor.

The old forensic doctor looked up at Ling Fan, couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed: "If there is a wound, it is healed, but his body has been turned over by me, where is there a little wound." The old forensic doctor's words made Ling Tong suddenly depressed, he set his eyes on the dead man who was as thin as firewood, his hair was broken by snow, and his eyes were gray, and he looked at his body again, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, in the previous vampire case, he had to bite the neck of the deceased to suck the blood clean, and this time the deceased had no wounds on his body, which was really a public incomprehensible thing.

The corpse in front of him gave Ling Fan a lot of doubts, and his mind kept coming back to the two cases that had happened, trying to find some connections, but to his disappointment, no matter how hard he tried, he never knew what the difference between the two cases was.

Since he couldn't get any clues from the corpse, Ling Hao had to walk back and forth in the museum.

Soon after, he was attracted by the Qin Emperor First Sword in the museum, and stood quietly at a safe distance around the perimeter and looked at the sword that was almost black.

But no matter how he observed, there was nothing special about that sword, except that after it was used by Emperor Qin, he really couldn't find any useful clues.

At this time, at the entrance of the Qingshan City Museum of History and Cultural Relics, there was a yellow cordon around them, Chen Yuzhen and Chu Tianyu stood outside the door of the museum, the two chatted without a word, and looked into the museum from time to time, but they didn't plan to go in.

"Tianyu, let me tell you, I want to vomit when I think about that person's death now" Chen Yuzhen frowned tightly and vomited.

Tianyu raised his wrist from time to time, stared at the minute hand of his watch, and then turned his head to look at the museum and asked, "Ling Fan has been in for a short time, he should be about to come out." ”

Chen Yuzhen looked at Chu Tianyu's anxious demeanor, poked Tianyu with her elbow and smiled meaningfully: "Tianyu, how is your relationship with Ling Fan now, is there any further development?"

When Chu Tianyu heard Chen Yuzhen say this, he immediately frowned and said lightly: "I don't want to talk about these things now, before we find it, Ling Fan and I will definitely not make any progress." ”

"Why won't there be any progress, I seem to hear someone saying my name" Ling Fan clapped his hands and walked out of the museum, looking at Chu Tianyu and Chen Yuzhen and asked with a smile and confusion.

"Hmph, the ears are quite pointed, the cat is reincarnated" Chu Tianyu glared coldly at Ling Fan.

Chen Yuzhen stepped forward and asked, "Ling Fan, tell me what happened to the results of the test, what useful clues were found, and how did you die?"

Hearing Chen Yuzhen ask about the cause of the deceased's death, Ling Fan's face instantly became solemn, as if he had a ten-pound weighing weight on his face, and he spread his hands and sighed: "The death of the deceased this time is very similar to a case we encountered before, the blood in the deceased's body was almost completely drained, but the strange thing is that there is not a single wound on the deceased's body, which I can't understand." As he spoke, Ling Fan couldn't help but scratch his head, and the look of doubt on his face became even heavier.

Although Chen Yuzhen had seen the death of the deceased, she was still deeply shocked when she heard Ling Fan's test results, while Tianyu, who had never entered the scene of the crime, was puzzled. She looked at Ling Fan and asked, "What the hell is going on, the blood on the deceased's body is drained and there will be no wounds, which in itself is a very contradictory thing." Ling Fan explained: "Although the death of the deceased this time is similar to the one we had obtained before, but the essence is different, the fox fairy sucks up all the essence of the person, and the deceased this time is aging overnight, and although the deceased this time is also gray overnight, but the aging is not good, but maintains the state of the main hall, but the blood of the whole body seems to be drained." ”

Just as Ling Fan, Chen Yuzhen and Chu Tianyu were chatting, a young police officer ran up to Chen Yuzhen and saluted, and handed a file form to Chen Yuzhen: "A group" reports to Team Chen, and the witnesses are all safe and ready to be questioned at any time. ”

"Okay, you go get busy." Chen Yuzhen took the file file from the young police officer, pulled out a watch from it, and said: "The deceased's name is Zhang Junqiang, 42 years old this year, and he is the doorman of the Qingshan City Museum of History and Cultural Relics. According to other values last night

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According to the description of the security guard on the night shift, they gathered around the security room to play mahjong after inspecting the museum last night, and halfway through, the deceased said that he wanted to go out for convenience, so he left the security room. The other three security guards put the cards on his table, and then sat and waited for Zhang Junqiang to come back, but after waiting for a while, he suddenly heard a terrifying cry from the museum, and then the three security guards went out, and then found the strange death of the deceased. ”

"So that's the case, Sister Zhen, where are those three security guards now" Ling Fan looked at Chen Yuzhen and asked.

Chen Yuzhen pointed to the security room next to it, which was almost integrated with the museum, and said, "Now that those three security guards have been taken care of by a special person, it may be that they suddenly saw their companions become like this, and their spirits seem to be a little stimulated." ”

"Then let's do it, Tianyu and I are now in the security room to find out about the situation last night, and I am also curious about what terrible situation happened last night." Ling Fan smiled at Chen Yuzhen, then pulled Tianyu and ran in the direction of the security room.

Ling Fan and Tianyu soon came to the door of the security room, which was already strictly guarded by a policeman. However, when they reached the door of the museum's security room, they were stopped by a policeman and told them that they were not allowed to enter.

Ling Fan took out his ID and told him that he was here to work, and asked her to cooperate, the police stared at Ling Fan and Tian Yu suspiciously, as if they were wondering if their documents were made, because the age of the two of them really did not match their occupation, but in the end, Ling Tong and Tian Yu still rushed into the security room while the policeman was depressed.

When they came to the security room, they saw three men in security uniforms sitting listlessly on chairs, and the faces of the three middle-aged men were also full of exhaustion and horror, obviously they had not slept all night, immersed in the horrors of last night.

When the three middle-aged men saw Ling Fan and Tianyu walking in, they couldn't help but be a little curious and puzzled.

When Ling Fan told them his identity, a strange look appeared on the faces of the three middle-aged men, which were complex expressions of horror, surprise, panic, and so on.

"Hello, my name is Ling Fan, this is my colleague named Chu Tianyu, we are the police, and we are here to investigate the death case that happened at the Qingshan City Museum last night, I hope you can cooperate with our work." Ling Fan inspected the three security guards, and finally fixed his gaze on a gentle-looking male security guard in the middle, who was probably only twenty-four or five years old.

"Hello, my name is Wu Qunchen, and my current job is to work as a security guard in the Qingshan City Museum." The mild-looking young security guard, although pale, was in good spirits.

"It's all our fault, if we had gone out with Lao Zhang at that time, this wouldn't have happened to him," a bloated male security guard sitting in the innermost seat sighed regretfully, and from time to time he clutched his clothes and said hatefully.

"Hey, it's all providence, even if you accompanied him to the bathroom yesterday, it would be nothing more than a few more corpses." At this moment, a cold voice sounded in a dark corner of the security room, as if it could freeze in an instant.

Ling Fan and Tianyu immediately focused their gaze on the direction where the cold voice came from, only to see a middle-aged man with a sturdy body and dark skin there.

The man's face did not have a trace of blood at this time, anyway, it was full of a little anger, and he slowly raised his head to look at Tianyu and Ling Fan.

When Ling Fan and Tianyu's eyes met that person's, Ling Fan's whole body shivered, these eyes were really terrifying, as if they could be discerned.

"May I ask what is your name and what is your relationship with the deceased" Ling Fan looked at the terrifying middle-aged man and couldn't help but ask curiously.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man stared at Ling Fan and said in a heavy tone: "My surname is Liang, my name is Liang Jianfeng, and I am good friends who have played together since childhood. ”

"Oh, then I want to ask, there seems to be something in your words just now, can you tell me what the hell is going on" Ling Fan asked cautiously.

Liang Jianfeng's dark face suddenly showed a look of fear, he looked around a little scared, and only when he didn't find anything hidden before he dared to say anything about the museum.

"Actually, not only me, but our entire museum knows this terrible legend, it is said that every night at night, there will be a terrible ghost, in a way that takes the sword in his hands, and then wanders around the museum, and this legend seems to still exist until now." The dark-skinned middle-aged man said slowly, "Actually, Junqiang's death is already doomed, and he can't escape even if he wants to, hehe." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.