"With so much blood, why doesn't it smell of blood?" Han Xing almost blurted out this question, "Not even a fly." ”

Flies are extremely sensitive to blood, and as long as the corpse is not left for long, flies will pounce on them, and the scene is really a little strange.

Han Xing didn't know why this woman came here, and when he thought of Liu Dayuan's madness just now, he swallowed the words he wanted to stop.

The room was filled with black gas, constantly hovering over the room, and the unpleasant crying of the gloomy soul could be heard.

Cacophony.

Eleven stepped into the room and looked around.

"Hey, get out of here." Han Xing couldn't help but scold, "If the evidence is destroyed, adults will not be able to find the truth based on clues!" ”

Han Xing looked at the woman's back, and the scarlet blood turned her clothes little by little, a little dazzling.

With a pout, he stepped in with long legs, grabbed his hand at eleven o'clock, and dragged him out of the door.

But he forgot that his martial arts were no match for her at all.

"Hanxing, don't you think this room is weird?" Eleven raised his head, looked at the black-clothed young man in front of him with clear eyes, and asked softly.

"You and I are not fast catchers, you are just guests of Dali Temple, not to mention that you are injured, hurry up and go back with me."

With these words, Han Xing almost gritted his teeth.

He's a big man, and he can't even drag a woman, it's a shame!

"This is an inn, why doesn't there even have a bed in this room?" Eleven ignored the awkward Han Xing and said in a low voice.

It seems to say it to Hanxing, and it seems to be talking to himself.

This sentence brought Han Xing back to his senses, just now his attention was on the blood stains in the room, but he felt a little strange, and after being reminded by this woman, he reacted, what was wrong.

Hanxing let go of Eleven's hand, took a closer look at the room, and quickly noticed that something was wrong.

The entire room was covered in blood, except for one place that was clean and the edges of the blood stains were clearly visible.

It is not difficult to imagine that at the time of the crime, there was something in this place.

Judging by the size and width, there should have been a bed here, but this bed was missing.

For so many years, the master has solved so many cases, and it is impossible for the bed to be brought back to Dali Temple as evidence, which is really strange.

Eleven's focus is different from that of Cold Star.

There was really no smell of blood in this room, only a faint smell of flowers.

However, there was no sign of flowers in the room.

Eleven's gaze once again fell on the hovering ghosts in the room, more than one.

She tilted her head, and the small pear vortex at the corner of her mouth gradually deepened.

The black qi swirling in the air gradually slowed down, and each turned into a transparent humanoid shape, floating in the air.

The appearance of the two Yin Spirits is not comprehensive, to be precise, it is made up of pieces of black qi spliced together.

What a person looks like when he dies, what a ghost looks like.

Obviously, these two Yin Spirits are the same as the Yin Spirits encountered by Liu Dayuan and the others.

Blew himself up and died.

Eleven sighed secretly, wanting to know the truth from the Yin Soul's mouth, but now they didn't even have the Yin Soul Body complete, so they couldn't ask anything at all.

With a wave of her hand, two ghosts flew obediently into her sleeves.

The room without the ghost is much brighter than before.

Han Xing had seen the entire room and searched carefully, except for the missing bed, there was not the slightest clue left in the room, not even a single hair left.