Chapter 2: Death (2)
Xiao Zhou swallowed helplessly when he heard this, his body trembled, hunched his back and obscenely avoided the policemen who were constantly searching for something with flashlights on both sides of the courtyard, and slipped to the door of the brightly lit house.
A cordon has been set up in front of the door, and strangely enough, there is not a single policeman guarding the door. But without thinking about it, Xiao Zhou looked up at the gorgeous foyer several meters high, and stretched out his hand tentatively. But what I didn't expect was that the carved door, which looked very heavy, squeaked open with a light touch. He grabbed the camera tightly in both hands and looked into the door with trepidation.
The huge house is brightly lit, but it is unusually quiet and chilling.
Seeing this situation, his heart swelled with unease, and he couldn't help but pull his neck, only to feel a tightness in his throat, and just wanted to retreat, but the voices of several policemen spoke behind him, and it seemed that they were approaching this side. Xiao Zhou immediately panicked, dodged into the house like a thief, and only reacted after closing the door, things have reached such a point, and there is no way out for him.
Xiao Zhou turned around tremblingly, tiptoed to the middle of the hall, and comforted himself in his heart:
'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I was the first to come in, and if I could find the secret to the family's 13 lottery wins in a row, not only would I be able to become a leader in journalism, but I might even be able to make a windfall! And there may not be any danger here, after all, the house is so big that you can't see the police guarding it, there must be no major incidents, it should be relatively safe..."
Thinking like this, Xiao Zhou seemed to be a little bolder, and he puffed out his chest and looked around at the decoration of the villa:
Facing the door is a staircase that resembles a high-end hotel leading to the second floor, with tall flower pots on both sides, and an oil painting hanging rustically on the first and a half floors, which is the nouveau riche couple, who have serious expressions and are dressed gorgeously, and for some reason look ridiculous. On the inward side to the left of the staircase is a row of rooms, presumably guest rooms or studies. Several rooms on the right are connected to another hall that looks like a dining room. But none of these are important places, and even if there are clues, they must be in the bedroom on the second floor.
'Tut-tut, what a luxury! Typical nouveau riche! Xiao Zhou shook his head, slowly walked to the side of the stairs and inadvertently raised his hand to touch the handrail, and at the same time, a trace of doubt immediately rose in his heart:
"How is it so clean, not even a grain of dust? According to the news, they have lived here for more than half a month, and they have not seen a maid or housekeeper when they were evacuated just now, are they reluctant to pay for their work after making so much money, and only the husband and wife live in such a big house? But if that's the case, they clean it every day? Oh my God, I can't finish cleaning in one day. Maybe you're too rich and afraid of accidents, so let's ask for a part-time job..."
Thinking wildly, Xiao Zhou had just walked up the two steps when he suddenly felt a drop of water fall on his face.
β... What is it? β
He muttered, reached out and touched it, looked down and couldn't help but tremble.
Blood!
It's blood!!
Xiao Zhou raised his head in horror, but this look frightened him almost peed his pants:
On the balustrade-enclosed terrace on the second floor of the interior, a dazzling bright red liquid is dripping down at a very slow rate! At the same time, another drop of cloudy liquid hit his forehead, which was like chaff, and a small flower of blood burst out.
'What's going on!' Did anyone die on the second floor? Since it is such a serious case, why did I sneak in and not be discovered, how could it be possible that no one was left to guard the scene of the crime? ... God, it's still flowing!! Mom, I'd better hurry up and run!! β
Xiao Zhou, who had never seen a dead man, couldn't help but feel a mess of his brain when he saw this situation, and he wanted to turn around and leave here as soon as possible, but found that his limbs were no longer under his control, and he fell softly on the steps, unable to move. However, just as he panicked, a vaguely small and strange conversation came from overhead.
β... Hmmm
"Are you done throwing up? It's not good at this level, I really don't know what the master thinks, how to find you this useless thing? β
"You've had enough of scolding, Rovko! ... Vomit... Do you think I'm going to do something like that? I'm 21 years old, and I've never seen a body outside of TV, let alone reach out and touch it, and like this, vomit..."
'Yes, anyone?' Although Xiao Zhou, who was paralyzed on the ground, did not hear the content of the conversation clearly, his body suddenly gained strength, and the gossip soul of the paparazzi burned instantly, and he even forgot to escape. 'It's really guarded here... That's great! You know, even if he was caught for trespassing, he would now like to see one or two policemen here, and someone is more courageous than anything else. Thinking of this, although his limbs were still limp, he was driven by curiosity and struggled to climb up the stairs. The corner of the stairs on the first floor, which had just climbed the first floor, grabbed the handrail and stood up, and the sound of speech accompanied by the sound of crackling water came into his ears more clearly:
β... Did you do it? It's disgusting! β
"Neurotic? How could I do such a thing, it's more likely to be Mephistophelis, that guy likes to do such strange things... Besides, we don't do anything to the guest, it's like this, but it's because he's too greedy and takes the blame. β
'Murphy what?' Guest? What is to blame? Xiao Zhou, who barely listened to it, felt very strange, what kind of policeman would say such inconsequential words? Despite his doubts, he cautiously made his way up the stairs. However, as soon as I stepped on the floor of the second floor, I saw a long blood stain that had not yet solidified snaking down the corridor, and I couldn't help but shake my feet again.
'God, I thought I was dying near the stairs... How the hell did he die, and how did he shed so much blood? β
He followed the traces and looked up, only to see that the source of the blood stains was from the first room on the left, and at this time, a shadowy figure was shaking in the half-hidden door, and he could vaguely see that it was a person and ... Xiao Zhou was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes.
He saw a strangely shaped figure.
'What's that?' β
Xiao Zhou didn't want to do much and tiptoed to the door, but he could only see a dazzling red when he looked through the gap, so he had to put his ear to the door and try to listen to some secrets in the room, and sure enough, at this time, the sound of conversation came out again:
β... Okay? Where is it? β
"What a rush! ... Vomit... Well, I found it. What about these pieces? β
"What to do? Eat it. β
"What? Eat? Who eats? β
"Nonsense, I'll eat it, can you eat it?"
β... , wait, I can't stand it, you wait for me to come out first..."
Xiao Zhou's second monk was puzzled, but before he could figure out what was going on, he was startled by the sound of "crunching" grinding bones, and then the door opened with a hula, and Xiao Zhou, who was squatting on the side and unprepared, immediately met his eyes with the man who opened the door, and both of them were stunned.
But his eyes were immediately attracted by the dazzling blood red behind the man, but the moment he saw the situation in the room, Xiao Zhou's pupils immediately contracted, and his whole body was occupied by an extremely frightened body that could not be contained, and his wide open mouth let out a terrible hissββββ