When Jun Chengzong and the others arrived at Liang Guangji's residence in the suburbs, it had been more than four hours since he had taken The Shaver from the St. Burleigh auction house.

Judy walked quickly to the door, and took out the lock-picking tool from her body to pry the door, but was stopped by Jun Chengzong.

The dice on Jun Chengzong's wrist were vibrating wildly, as if signaling the danger behind the door.

"It's too late."

Jun Chengzong pulled Judy away, piggybacked back half a step, and slammed it towards the door.

With a loud bang, the door opened, but it was greeted by a cloud of dust mixed with the heavy smell of blood.

Before the dust cleared, Jun Chengzong hurriedly rushed into the door, and at the same time held the iron hook cross in his hand, and saw Liang Guangji lying in a pool of blood in the living room at a glance.

A yin wind blew, Jun Chengzong looked up suddenly, but just happened to see a white figure flashing through the entrance in front of him.

"Damn it!"

Jun Chengzong scolded secretly and quickly followed, but he was still a step too late.

When Jun Chengzong ran to the door of the room where the white figure had not entered, he saw that the "Shaver" was placed in the center of the room alone.

Jun Chengzong approached the "Shaver", but the dice on his wrist were no longer shaking to symbolize danger, and it seemed that the haunting edge spirit should have hidden back in the painting.

This painting can't be destroyed at all because of the attachment of the edge spirit, so Jun Chengzong can't do anything about it at this time.

At this time, Judy also followed.

"How's it going?" Judy looked at the "Shaver" in the room and asked Jun Chengzong.

However, Jun Chengzong just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Later, they came out to briefly examine the body, they came a step too late, Liang Guangji's throat was cut by a razor, blood flowed all over the ground, and there was no pulse.

Zhen Xuelan came in from outside the door at this time, bright and pale, and it seemed that she had just vomited.

"Get out of here quickly, I'll call the police right away and deal with it, if you are here, it will be very difficult to explain." Zhen Xuelan endured the discomfort of her body and said to Jun Chengzong and Judy.

Jun Chengzong nodded, what Zhen Xuelan said made sense, after all, they estimated that they would have to stay at the scene for a while, and if they called the police later, then the traces of their activities at the scene were likely to misunderstand the police, so it was better to let the police come over and investigate the scene before coming back.

So, Jun Chengzong hurriedly left with Judy from another road.

After Jun Chengzong and Judy left, Zhen Xuelan immediately called the police, and pretended to have just discovered the scene, and the police arrived quickly and blocked the scene as quickly as possible.

This is the third phase of the throat-slitting tragedy that happened this month, and the police attach great importance to it, but they will never think that it is a painting of the person who killed them, but no matter how they investigate, it is absolutely impossible to find any clues.

The police investigated the scene until the second half of the night, and the investigation of Zhen Xuelan was also carried out over and over again.

Although the police didn't say much, in their investigation, Zhen Xuelan has become the focus of attention.

Since the first murder, Zhen Xuelan has had a close or distant relationship with all the victims, from Huo Wenxing's friend, to Hu Jiarui's boss, to Liang Guangji's partner, if it weren't for Zhen Xuelan's full alibi, I'm afraid the police would have controlled Zhen Xuelan at this time.

But even so, the police still listed Zhen Xuelan as a key suspect, and did not relax in the slightest.

Zhen Xuelan was really helpless about the police's approach, but because she had to deal with the police, she patiently cooperated with all the police's problems.

By the time the police left, it was nearly four o'clock in the morning.

After the police left, Zhen Xuelan hurriedly sent a message to Jun Chengzong and asked Jun Chengzong and Judy to come back.

Jun Chengzong and Judy didn't go far, they just watched on the road not far away, and rushed back as soon as they received the news from Zhen Xuelan.

Jun Chengzong put "The Head Shaver" on the dining table of Liang Guangji's house, and then took the file they had copied in the archives handed over by Judy, and carefully compared it with the light of the flashlight.

Sure enough, as Zhen Xuelan said, the razor placed on the table in the lower right corner of the painting in "The Shaver" is open on the painting, but in the archival pictures they copied, it is closed.

"Is there any other difference?" Jun Chengzong kept jumping his gaze back and forth between the painting and the reproduction, but whether it was Lao Zhao on the painting, his wife and daughter, or the little daughter carrying the shabby doll, there was no difference.

No, there must be something that has been overlooked.

"There!"

Suddenly, Judy shouted coldly and raised her hand to point to the glass on the far left, and said, "You see, the scenery on the reflection of the glass is different. ”

Hearing Judy say this, Jun Chengzong and Zhen Xuelan noticed that on the far left side of the painting "The Head Shaver", there was still something on the reflection of the glass at the door of the head shaver Lao Zhao's head shaving shop.

In the reproduction image, the reflection of the glass is a green farmland, but in "The Shaver", the reflection of the glass is a cemetery that looks closely arranged.

Cemetery?

Is this what the painting is trying to convey?

"Do you know where this cemetery is?" Jun Chengzong pointed to the reflection of the glass on the painting and asked Zhen Xuelan.

"Cemetery ......" Zhen Xuelan muttered, judging from the painting, it should be a cemetery, for the cemetery, most of them are extremely similar, it is really difficult to see what place it is from such a little detail.

Therefore, Zhen Xuelan can only guess based on this only information.

"It should be more than ten kilometers to the south, there is a Pingshan cemetery, and I don't know the rest." Zhen Xuelan said.

Jun Chengzong didn't say much about Zhen Xuelan's guess, after all, most cemeteries are about the same, and it is basically impossible to guess the specific location with such a little information.

"Judy, check out Pingshan Cemetery."

At this time, it is Judy's strength, let her sift through the data, maybe this problem will be solved.

Judy nodded, but as soon as she took out her phone, she frowned.

"No, there's signal interference here." Judy looked at the frequently beating and unstable signal on her mobile phone and said to Jun Chengzong.

Is there signal interference?

As soon as Judy said this, Jun Chengzong set his eyes on the painting "The Head Shaver".

The form of existence and the energy contained within the spirit have been a mystery until now, but the anomalous energy emitted by the mysterious spirit can interfere with the operation of some electronic devices.

For example, at this time, the signal of Judy's mobile phone may be affected by the spiritual magnetic field at the edge of the painting "The Shaver".

"I'll go out and check." Judy spoke, and walked out of the house on her own.