The reason why it is said that the severed finger in Lin Xingcheng's hand, which was stained red with blood and slightly rotted, belonged to a man, because it obviously had thick joints, shriveled and rough skin, and calluses, which completely matched the characteristics of the work of the deceased Wang Desheng as a scavenger before he became rich. But the previous forensic examination had already confirmed under a variety of authoritative tests that there was no DNA of the second person in all the large and small blood stains in the room, so this severed finger could never be the murderer's. After all, if one of the murderers really was injured like this, how could there be no DNA left at all? Coupled with Zhou Ji's firm statement just now that Wang Desheng's body in the morgue was intact, it made the appearance of this inexplicable thing even more bizarre.

The faces of several people turned pale, and they stared at the strange object that suddenly appeared in Lin Xingcheng's hand in silence. They all think the same thing in their hearts, but as if they are afraid to break some taboo, no one will say it.

After a while, Zhou Ji suddenly thought of a key problem: he had clearly seen the police search the crime scene countless times before, and the agents who arrived later would inevitably repeat this work many times, but they didn't find anything valuable. So where did Lin Xingcheng find this little thumb? Thinking of this, he looked away from his severed finger, and when he was trying to get some explanation from others, he met Lin Xingcheng's meaningful eyes in front of him.

Lin Xingcheng said: "I know what you're thinking. Wonder where I found this, right? As I said a long time ago, if you ordinary people want to deal with real supernatural events, you can't do it without the help of someone like me. So he briefly recounted what had happened before:

It turned out that in less than ten minutes when Zhou Ji stayed outside to make a phone call, the three of them wore plastic foot covers and gloves and walked into the bedroom to check the scene of the murder. Speaking of checking, Wang Yao and Yue Zhi had carefully inspected it many times earlier, and they all knew that there was nothing valuable here except for some furniture and blood stains all over the house, so they thought that this time it should just be a rough formality.

But Lin Xingcheng obviously didn't think so. Since several people got off the plane, they have been moving separately, and no one knows where he went and what he was doing alone. This was the first time he had entered the scene after Zhou Jilai rushed here, but instead of searching around for suspicious details in the room like ordinary people, he took out a huge plastic film from his pocket and spread it on the ground, and took out a chopstick-like extremely thin black candle and put it on it, closed his eyes and sat on the ground, as if he was in a meditative state. Wang Yue and the others felt a little puzzled by this, but before they could see the reason, the black candle in front of Lin Xingcheng was suddenly lit.

The unprepared two were taken aback, and when they looked closely, they saw that the faint flame of the candle that had been lit without human hands was actually black, and it seemed to be beating slightly. After a few minutes of silence, the candle that had been standing peacefully on the ground collapsed without warning. Seeing this, Yue Zhi couldn't help but come back to his senses, thinking that this room was full of flammable materials, and if it caught fire, it would be over. So he subconsciously stepped forward to grab it, but was stopped by Wang Yao, so he had to watch the candle that was still faintly flame gurgling and rolling into the inconspicuous closet in the corner.

Before Wang Yue and the others could ask what was going on, Lin Xingcheng jumped up on the ground and threw himself in the direction where the candle had disappeared. After the two of them approached, they found that this closet, which was originally tightly glued to the wall, was not known because of the hot weather in S City or the fact that it was too old and the materials were not good, there was a small gap at the bottom that could not be smaller, if it weren't for Lin Xingcheng's candle rolling here, it was estimated that they would not notice this place if they searched the room 100 times.

Lin Xingcheng, who was lying on the ground, became excited, his eyes stared at the gap and stretched out his right hand at the same time, as if he was exerting his ability to control objects inside. Sure enough, a few seconds later, two strip-shaped objects quickly rolled out of the darkness of the gap, one was the black candle that Lin Xingcheng used just now, which had been extinguished at this time, and the other... It's the severed finger that looks fairly fresh.

Zhou Ji was stunned after listening to the narration, and immediately looked at the bottom of the closet at Lin Xingcheng's feet. Sure enough, there was really a small gap that was almost invisible, and even if the police or agents noticed it when they searched the house, they would only think that it was a crack caused by natural weather, and they would never think that there was anything about the case hidden here, which led to the omission of important clues, but they didn't expect to be found in this way. He sighed in his heart that people should not be disguised, but he didn't expect Lin Xingcheng, who was about the same age as himself, to have such a strange skill, and he could accurately find clues with candles? Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sorry that I didn't see the wonderful scene with my own eyes.

“... So I ask you, are you sure that the body of the deceased Wang Desheng is really sound? Lin Xingcheng asked again with a serious expression. This method I used in the deceased's house will not be understood even if I explain it to you. But I heard that there were only blood stains and fingerprints of Wang Desheng himself in this room, and there was no clue about the murderer, so I had the attitude of trying to find if I would find something that he might have hidden before he died, but I didn't expect to find a finger. I have read the confession of the reporter surnamed Zhou, who said that there were not only two strange men and women in the room at that time, but also a bunch of limb mountains, which I originally thought was his hallucination, but now there is a solid evidence..."

Hearing Lin Xingcheng's words, Zhou Ji began to waver. Originally, he was very confident that his memory was not wrong, but now that he was tossed around, he also felt that it was his own problem. “... This one. I'm too..."

"Forget it." Lin Xingcheng waved his hand, at this time he no longer had the arrogant attitude when he first met, but said very maturely, "I know you can't be sure." This is so strange that I will tell you that I didn't expect this case to be weirder than any other ghost murder I had ever experienced before I found out about the severed finger. You know, the problems I've dealt with before have all been cases of disembodied spirits, and this is the first time I've dealt with a case where the same person actually exists... Alas, aside, this room has no value to explore. Let's go to the morgue. ”