When Zhang Xiao finished reading all the information in front of him, he let out a long sigh, and then his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he stretched out his fingers from time to time to pull at those photos. How, after reading this, do you have any new feelings about this case? Fang Yi saw Zhang Xiao's frowning eyes, so he straightened up and asked. Zhang Xiao pointed to the information photo on the coffee table and said: "In fact, there are two most peculiar places in this case, one is the ancient general who traveled in the museum, and the other is the strange death of the two deceased in this case, I think, as long as we solve any of these two problems, then the truth of this case will also surface." ”

When Ling Fan heard Zhang Xiao say this, he immediately clapped his hands and smiled: "Haha, yes, yes, Zhang Xiaozi is really not simple, and he grasped the key to the problem at once, then I want to ask you, do you have any suspicions now?" ”

Zhang Xiao put away the four photos on the table and said with a smile: "Although there are detailed records here, I haven't seen four people yet, and I don't know their expressions and movements when they spoke, so I can't answer you, but it is certain that these four people stayed in the museum at night, so the murderer is likely to be among these four people." ”

"Well, but I think that the person named Wang Can is very suspicious, he seems to know a lot of things, and Ling Fan was suspected of being suspicious this time." Chen Yuzhen took over the conversation and looked at Zhang Xiao and said.

Ling Fan also took Chen Yuzhen's words and said: "That's right, this person named Wang Can is indeed strange, of course I am strange, as for whether it is suspicious, my current identity is really inconvenient to say, I remember that when the first person in this case died, that is, Zhang Junqiang, he told me that Zhang Junqiang knew a secret, a secret related to the museum, but when I asked him what Zhang Junqiang's secret was, he said he didn't know, he only told me, Zhang Junqiang's death may have something to do with the secret he had. ”

"Didn't you ask him carefully, maybe he knew the secret!" Zhang Xiao pointed at Ling Fan and said with some complaint.

Ling Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "How do you know that I didn't ask, but people said they didn't know, what could I do, could it be that I put a gun to his head and let him say it!?" ”

"What's wrong with that, in order to get clues, it's not impossible to use small means." Zhang Xiao said disappreciatively.

"I'll you!" Ling Fan cursed, then looked at Fang Yi and shouted: "Boss, do you have any confidence to hand over this case to such a person, if you let him handle the case, then this case will definitely be unjust, and our HIT's reputation will be ruined by this kid!" ”

Fang Yi glanced at Ling Fan and said, "If it weren't for your kid to make things like this, would Lao Tzu invite him over, after all, the problem was caused by your kid's inconsiderate consideration." ”

"Hehe, Ling Fan, while everyone is their own person, you can tell me if you really like the Night Pearl there, so you killed Song Huichen, to be honest, we will not discriminate against you." Zhang Xiao stretched his head towards Ling Fan and said with a smile.

Ling Fan's angry slap flashed over, Zhang Xiao had already expected it, and cleverly dodged it.

"Fart!" Ling Fan scolded Zhang Xiao fiercely, then stared at Zhang Xiao coldly, and said, "Even if I killed Song Huichen, how did I kill him?!" ”

Zhang Xiao frowned Junxiu's brows and said: "Actually, as long as you know how the deceased was killed, then this case can almost be solved, but the death of the two deceased in this case is really strange, their bodies have no wounds, and the blood in their bodies has been drained, this is a terrifying and incomprehensible killing method, what is this terrifying killing method?!" ”

"Old Gu, should you know something about this kind of mysteries, do you have any opinion on the death of the deceased?" Ling Fan turned his gaze to Gu Rufeng and asked.

Gu Rufeng tightly locked his brows, picked up the two photos of the deceased, placed them in front of him, looked at them carefully for a long time, and then stared at them with solemn eyes, and said: "It's too similar, it's too similar, it's really too similar!" ”

Hearing Lao Gu's words, everyone's attention was immediately attracted by Lao Gu, and Ling Fan directly asked Gu Rufeng loudly: "Old Gu, what is too similar, what is too similar, what is too similar, you say!" ”

As if he hadn't heard Ling Hao's words, Lao Gu just stared at the photo solemnly, and said, "It's too similar, it's just too similar, it can't be wrong, I think of it, what happened here and there is exactly the same!" ”

"Lao Gu, what the hell are you talking about, don't sell your son, tell us quickly!" Ling Fan saw that Lao Gu looked like he was guarding the house, so he immediately jumped over excitedly, and rewarded Lao Gu with a neck lock.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Old Gu was speechless when he was locked by Ling Fan for a while, coughing violently and begging for mercy, "Ling boy...... You...... You let it go...... I'm about to be strangled by you! ”

"Then you'll be honest, what the hell is too similar!" Ling Fan loosened the neck lock a little and asked.

Gu Rufeng took a breath, then stared at Ling Hao with resentment in his eyes and said, "Ling boy, after you listen to me, what I said is too similar, referring to the photo of this deceased person that I have encountered in a mountain village before. ”

"What the hell is going on, have you ever seen such a death?!" Ling Fan pointed to the two photos and asked.

Gu Rufeng nodded and said, "Yes, I have seen such a death before, and I didn't remember it before because I had forgotten about it, and I only remembered it now, so the research is very shocking." ”

"What the hell is going on, husband, can you explain clearly?" The more Ling Fan listened, the more confused he felt, and he couldn't help asking, "It's really hard for us to understand what you're talking about. ”

Old Gu Li cleared his throat, and then said with a serious expression: "Ling boy, here's the thing, this incident was about five years ago, when I was wandering around the mainland of China, because the big city could no longer accommodate us cultivators of the Xuanzong Secret Method, so we had to wander in the remote towns and isolated towns.

I remember that day when it was raining heavily, I walked in the rain in a soak. At that time, I had been walking through the rain for a day and a night, and I was looking for a place to stay, but I had walked all day and found no place for me to rest, and just as I was about to decide to find a random cave and take refuge for the night, a small village suddenly appeared in my eyes.

I was overjoyed to see the dim candlelight coming from the houses, and then I ran in the rain towards the little village.

Soon I was walking into the hamlet, and looking at the candlelight peeking out of the windows of the houses, I walked on foot to figure out whose house to stay, and then I walked towards the sound. Soon, a small bungalow caught my attention, and although its windows also revealed a gentle candlelight, I clearly felt the coldness of the candles, and with curiosity, I came to the small bungalow and knocked softly on the door.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps behind the door, and then I saw a middle-aged woman in a white mourning dress open the door for me. When she saw me, she first asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was a monastic and wanted to spend the night in her house. The middle-aged woman's eyes were red, as if she had cried, and then a little boy in mourning clothes also came over, staring at me curiously with a pair of big eyes.

Maybe the middle-aged woman saw that I was a monk, and she invited me into the house without saying anything. As soon as I entered her room, I noticed that a black coffin was lying flat in the center of the room, surrounded by white mourning belts. I asked the middle-aged woman who was in the coffin. The middle-aged woman's eyes were red and she told me that the person in the coffin was her husband, who had suddenly died of a strange illness the day before yesterday.

I asked her what the hell was wrong. She shook her head and said she didn't know, only that her husband had left suddenly the night before and died, leaving them orphaned and widowed. Originally, I just wanted to spend the night and not want to be nosy, but when I heard the middle-aged woman say that her husband had died strangely ill, I became interested in him, and I asked her if I could see his husband's death.

Although the middle-aged woman disagreed, she eventually agreed to let me take a look, and hoped that I could find out what kind of strange illness her husband had. When the lid of the coffin was slowly removed, I leaned my head inside to observe, but I saw that lying inside was a thin, white-skinned man with gray hair.

Sure enough, it was quite a bizarre death, so I asked the middle-aged woman what was going on, how her husband could be an old man with gray hair. The middle-aged woman told me that her husband had not been like this the day before, that he had been very strong and had a black and shiny head, but that the night before he had suddenly become so terrible and died. Then the woman began to weep bitterly, and she begged me to help her find out what kind of strange disease her husband had, and she would do whatever it spent. At that time, I wondered why I didn't make money when I had money, so I promised her to help her find the source of her husband's strange illness.