In a panic, Ling Cheng dodged sideways, but he was able to dodge the other party's attack, he was surprised why the other party wanted to kill him, of course, he was also very angry, and wanted to reprimand the other party's motive for killing him.

However, the masked man didn't wait for Ling Cheng to ask, he waved the military thorn and attacked again, and with a brush, the military thorn cut through the air and slashed down on Ling Cheng's chest.

This time it was even more thrilling, the clothes on Ling Cheng's chest were cut out, but fortunately, Ling Cheng reacted in time and dodged quickly, otherwise he was afraid that he would be disemboweled.

Wiping a cold sweat, Ling Cheng was really angry and angry, now that he didn't ask anything about this situation, the other party was bent on killing himself, so he would simply put this guy down.

Ling Cheng held the mountaineering pickaxe in his hand, but he was not afraid of the other party, he clenched the mountaineering pickaxe in his hand, ready to fight back.

At this time, the masked man swung his military stab at him fiercely, Ling Cheng dodged sideways again, his movements were swift, and the other party stabbed the air with a knife, but did not stop the momentum, and his body passed by Ling Cheng.

The masked man turned around and tried to attack again, but then he was startled, and a sharp pickaxe with a cold light appeared above his head, and was whistling down, and he hurriedly retreated to dodge, but a beat slower.

"Woohoo!"

The masked man couldn't help but scream in pain, and although the pickaxe didn't chisel his head, it poked a bloody hole in his cheek, and the skin and flesh immediately opened, and blood was dripping.

"Come on, there's a kind of come and kill me."

Ling Cheng's face was full of anger, he raised his head and shouted loudly.

The masked man looked at Ling Cheng, his eyes flickering, and he began to retreat backwards.

From the process of fighting just now, the masked man saw that Ling Cheng was good, and Ling Cheng was holding a mountaineering pickaxe more than half a meter long in his hand, and he had an advantage in weapons, and the masked man realized that he had no chance of winning in this fight, so he took a few steps back, and hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the staircase.

"Want to run away?"

Ling Cheng was furious and immediately chased after him.

The masked man was eager to escape, and he could step down several steps in one step, and he ran down the first floor from the second floor in three or two clicks.

Ling Cheng's speed was not slow, and he ran down the first floor immediately after him, continuing to chase the masked man.

I saw the masked man hurriedly running towards the door of the hotel, and rushed out of the hotel with a whoosh, Ling Cheng rushed to the door and stopped, and couldn't help but chase the other party again, one is that the masked man ran too fast, and he may not be able to catch up, and the other is that if he runs to catch up, the movement is big, for fear that it will attract the attention of the surrounding residents, in case anyone calls the police, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"Strange, how did that guy get in?"

Ling Cheng is very puzzled, this house was built in the nineties of the last century, in that era, the roll-up door was not popular, but the popular kind of folding composite door, there is a small iron door on the big iron door for people to enter and exit, and at this moment this small iron door is opened.

After a closer inspection, Ling Cheng found that the door lock was intact, and it was obvious that the person did not pry the door to enter, but opened it with a key.

"There is a key, so it's either Yu Zhifei or the landlord."

Ling Cheng came to this conclusion, and then he ruled out the landlord, this house was rented out, the landlord would definitely not come here in the middle of the night to catch the thief, let alone be so radical, and he would kill himself with a knife, so that person must be Yu Zhifei.

Upstairs just now, as soon as the masked man heard that Ling Cheng was here to find evidence of murder, he immediately pulled out his military assassination to kill him, obviously wanting to kill him.

From this point, Ling Cheng can also judge that the person is Yu Zhifei, not the landlord.

"That guy was beaten away by me, and he shouldn't dare to come back and attack me."

Ling Cheng muttered, closed the iron door, and then turned around and returned to the second floor, to continue looking for evidence that Yu Zhifei had killed Tian Fanghai.

Soon after he went upstairs, a sneaky figure came to the door of the hotel, gently pushed open the hidden iron door, dodged in, closed the door again, and then the figure came to the staircase, glanced up with a fierce gaze, and followed lightly up the stairs.

Ling Cheng focused on prying the door, with his previous experience in prying the door, it didn't take much trouble this time, he pried open the door of the room where Yu Zhifei lived.

Pushing open the door with a babbling sound, Ling Cheng walked in, shining with a flashlight, he was immediately dumbfounded, this room was also empty, there was nothing, it was really unexpected.

At this moment, Ling Cheng was really blindsided, if the room next door was a murder scene, Yu Zhifei emptied the things in the room in order to cover up the evidence of the crime and avoid evil, which is understandable.

But all the contents of the room had been emptied, and he found a pile of ashes and burnt paper money in the corner of the room.

"Why did Yu Zhifei do the same thing in two rooms? Which one is the scene of the murder? ”

Ling Cheng thought about it, but he didn't have a clue when he thought about it, and he really couldn't understand Yu Zhifei's behavior.

Since you can't figure it out, there's no need to bother with this kind of thing, hurry up and check if there is any blood stains or other murder evidence in this room, as long as you find evidence, you can know which room Tian Fanghai was killed.

Ling Cheng began to search carefully, this room had obviously been cleaned, he searched carefully for no less than twenty minutes, and did not find any evidence of murder.

"I can't find evidence that Yu Zhifei killed Tian Fanghai, what should I do?"

Ling Cheng was at a loss for a while, and he really didn't know how to make this move.

He sat down and combed through the incident of Tian Fanghai's murder while resting, to see if he could find some clues that were beneficial to his search for evidence of Yu Zhifei's murder.

At that time, in the mass grave in the western suburbs, Tian Fanghai showed his wound after being killed, there was a huge hole in his temple, such a heavy blow, he must have been killed in his sleep, there was no quarrel and fight in the process, and even when he was killed, Tian Fanghai couldn't even scream, even if there were guests staying on this floor at that time, no one found that Yu Zhifei had killed someone.

Because Yu Zhifei is the owner of the hotel, the day after the killing, in order to avoid people's eyes, he will definitely stop business, then dispose of the body, pull the body out and bury it, and then completely clean the room, destroy the evidence, and then start a new business, and then it was haunted, so he had to close the business again.

It is precisely because of the favorable condition that Yu Zhifei is the owner of the hotel that he can completely dispose of Tian Fanghai's body without anyone knowing.

From the available information, Ling Cheng deduced the process of this murder incident, and logically, this reasoning can be established.

However, it is not easy to move Tian Fanghai's body of more than 100 catties to the car, and then pull it to the suburbs to bury it, could it be that when disposing of the corpse at that time, Yu Zhifei found a helper?

Thinking of this, Ling Cheng suddenly realized something again, and couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.