Six o'clock in the morning.

Ringer was still asleep when there was a knock on his room.

It's the big devil.

"Quick, go to the White House."

"What's going on?"

"You'll find out when you go."

At six twenty o'clock, Ringer walked into the garden.

I saw that by the guillotine, Corrie and four nuns with guns were gathered around the guillotine.

Ringer walked over.

Two white cloths covered two unknown objects, and there was blood on the snow.

The dark red blood, flowing far away, was shocking.

Ringer lifted a white cloth, which was a headless corpse, and the other was uncovered, and Ringer already knew who it was.

He was Inspector Tenkaren, and he was the only one in the monastery who wore a long black coat.

Ringer took a deep breath and reached out to remove the white cloth.

Inspector Teng Karen stared at the sky with two eyes.

Ke Li, a female orangutan-like woman, was also a little scared at the moment: "His eyes are always open, and I don't dare to move." ”

"When did you find out?"

"An hour ago, when we saw that the door of the garden was unlocked, we came in, and when we came in, he was like that, with his body cut off and his head thrown aside."

The big devil closed his eyes and kept saying God forbid, oh my god or something.

Ringer crouched down and stretched out his hand to close his eyes, but when he reached out to help him close them, the eyes opened again.

It's really a blind eye.

Ringer looked into the Inspector's eyes, and thought silently; Dude, it's all like this, let's go.

He was ready to reach out and close his eyes again.

However, Ringer's hand stopped in mid-air, staring at his pupils, and there was a shadow of a man in that pupil, in a shadow on the inside of the doorway of the White House.

It is said that when a person dies, the last scene he sees is frozen in his pupils, and Ringer did not quite believe this statement, and now, he is shocked.

His eyes quickly locked onto the prod's pupils.

He looked at it for a moment, and yes, it was a figure, very tall, with a black cloak and a very low brim.

It's just that the person's face can't be seen clearly at all, and can only show the outline of a tall and thin figure.

Seeing Ringer's stunned, the big devil asked, "Ringer, what's the situation?" ”

"Last night, somebody came here, and he was there."

Ringer pointed to where the figure stood.

"How do you know?" 、

"His eyes show it."

The big devil had the audacity to check it out.

She looked at it for a while and said, "I didn't see anything, it's just a pair of dead eyes, Ke Li, come and see, do you find a figure in his eyes." ”

Ke Li and the others were forced by the dean, so they had to come over.

However, no one could see that the detective had a tall, thin figure in his pupils.

The Great Devil: "Ringer, you're not kidding, are you?" ”

Ringer stood up, came to the place where the figure had stood last night, looked left and right, and he went up to the second floor, then the third floor, and even the rooftop.

After he came down, Ringer said: "According to the traces of the snow, the inspector was forcibly sent to the guillotine by two people, you see, these are two lines of footprints, the inspector was dragged over, he was attacked in the white house, the person who attacked him was the figure he saw, it should be like this." ”

After Ringer finished speaking, he came to the detective again, closed his eyes, and said as he did, "Rest in peace, man, I will help you find out the truth." ”

The Inspector's eyes closed.

"What do we say if Meidong comes back?"

"Sister Jasmine, don't worry, let's be honest, that old guy is not a good bird."

When the news of the inspector being decapitated by the guillotine, the big devil asked Ke Li not to say it yet, so as not to cause panic, and she asked Ke Li to deal with this matter quietly.

Dean's office, nine a.m.

The big devil got up too early, and with the death of the inspector and the death of the two nuns, she looked a little haggard.

"If only Father Reno.."

Ringer got up and left.

The big devil stopped him: "Okay, don't talk about Father Reno, don't say it, yes, you're also a psychic, do you have a way to catch the ghost in the white house?" ”

Ringer said, "I'll have helper, Diana, she's a witcher." ’

The Great Devil sighed, "Do you need me to talk to her?" ”

"No, you can rest, Sister Jasmine."

Ringer left the office and went to find Diana.

"What did you say, he's dead?"

"Yes, dead, dead on the guillotine, he went to a white house last night, inside the white house, there are people."

After hearing this, Diana shook her head: "It can't be a person, it's a ghost, you can see it, but you can't touch it, it's very difficult to deal with." ”

"No, it has to be someone."

"Is it really hard for your eyes to catch the last scene left in the detective's eyes?"

"That's right, I'm weird too, I didn't expect me to have such a feature."

"Let's take a look."

In the white house, the inspector has been removed by Corrie, Ringer observed the two lines of footprints again, and said: "The footprints show that the soles of these two people's feet are very large, extra-large, I have never seen such big feet, like no shoes, such a cold weather, no shoes, what's the reason?" ”

"That's why I say, the ghost of death you see is not a human being."

They stayed outside for ten minutes and then returned to the interior of the White House.

Ringer began to search room by room, convinced that as long as it was a person, there would definitely be some trace, even a small trace.

At the door of the lady's room, the two men glanced at each other, and Diana drew her gun.

"I didn't go in just now."

"Knowing you're a coward, explain what, let's do it together."

Diana's long, slender legs kicked past, and the door was kicked open. 、

That painting, magically hung on the wall again, still the same frame, still in that position.

Diana's eyes were filled with panic.

Ringer was not so nervous, it was good to know that there were figures in this place, and if he was afraid, he was afraid that he would die if he couldn't see anything, that was the terrible place.

Diana stared at the painting as if she were facing a great enemy.

Ringer carefully searched the room for any suspicion.

Menorahs, tables, chairs, curtains, ceilings, teapots...

Ringer searched for about twenty minutes, but found nothing of value or suspicious.

"It's time to finish, monk."

Ringer was a little disappointed and prepared to leave, but at the moment he left, he finally made a discovery, the quilt on the bed, near the pillow, he found a hair, white.

If he finds a treasure, he carefully spreads the hair with his fingers.

The length, about fifty centimeters, resembles a woman's hair.

"It must be hers."

Diana gestured to the woman in the portrait.

"But her hair isn't white."

"So, whose hair is this?"

The two left the white house with their booty, and as usual, Diana smashed the picture frame to pieces and burned the noblewoman again.