Although the wooden fence door in the corridor on the first floor had been fortunately opened, Fei Gu, who had been directly killed by it, was still in place. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the gate was removed, not much blood gushed out between Feigu's already split cephalothorax, only small areas spread across the surrounding ground, some of which were already in a semi-congealed state.

Probably because Fei Gu has been dead for a while, I don't know if it's an illusion or a blood coagulation, his original terrifying and bloody head and face now look much cleaner.

Part of the flesh of the smashed cervical vertebrae was turned over, and part of it was torn to the chin, and the epidermis was almost invisible.

Except for the part of the wound that had not yet coagulated, blood was still pouring out slowly, and the other parts were more or less clean than before due to the withdrawal of the sharp village under the door.

On the floor of the hallway, a few centimeters away from Feigu, some dripping blood spots could be faintly visible, as if an injured person had walked through it.

The color of the blood spots is very light, and there are traces of deliberate rubbing, so you won't notice it if you don't look closely.

Spots of blood sparsely stretched down the hallway toward the storage room, but halfway through it there was no trace.

On the contrary, it is more obvious that there is a trace extending from the center of the corridor to the direction of the study.

The mark was wide, as if it were a friction mark from the injured person being dragged across the floor, in which it was obvious that blood had rubbed against the floor.

The traces were cut off in front of the door of the study, because the original door of the study was closed by someone at the moment, covering up a part of the drag mark that led to the interior of the study.

So, what is the scene in the study at this moment?

In the study, a man was struggling to get up from the ground, and in order not to make too much noise, the man's injured hands were propped up on the floor, and his feet moved little by little.

'Shhh

He let out a painful inhale, his handsome face contorted with pain, his brows furrowed, his teeth almost scratching out on his lower lip.

This man is Luo Yifan, who was clothed and abandoned here.

The left side of his head near his temple was covered in blood, and a large chunk of his originally neat short hair was clinging to his scalp due to the blood.

In addition, the edges of the flesh that had been cracked by the blow could be seen on his scalp, and it seemed that he was indeed injured a lot.

The blood had roughly coagulated, and it didn't flow out again, and after Luo Yifan stood up slowly, he wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his right hand, and his face looked very disgusted, even a little disgusting.

Luo Yifan usually keeps himself very clean and tidy, not only because he is a star, but his glamorous appearance has actually become a habit for him.

used to be like this when he was in his hometown, his family would always take care of everything he did, no matter how hard Luo Yifan worked outside, he was always warm and comfortable when he came home.

Even if he left his hometown because of anger and didn't go back for many years, his clean habits have not changed. The assistant next to him and his 'girlfriend' Lu E-mi both know that he hates dirty and disgusting things.

At this moment, seeing the dirty blood stains on his sleeve, Luo Yifan was really disgusted.

Without hesitation, he took off the only shirt he had left and used it to rub the blood around the head wound.

As if it didn't hurt much anymore, or maybe it didn't hurt the bones, Luo Yifan wiped it very much, and even rubbed it on the wound a few times, bringing down some miserable white flesh.

After about that, Luo Yifan casually threw his shirt on the wooden strips and wooden blocks removed from the pile of bookcases on the side, stretched out his right hand to the back of his head, and rubbed the back of his head.

Then he spread the scarred palm in front of his eyes, as if to see if there was bleeding in the back of his head.

In fact, the traces of dragging on the ground were caused by cloth and he, and he took advantage of Liang Yongxin's coma to drag Luo Yifan into the study on the first floor, and the door was also cloth and closed, in order to prevent Liang Yongxin from seeing Luo Yifan here.

Luo Yifan didn't see Buhe, but he could feel through the unusual pain in the back of his head that he was being dragged here by someone.

The back of his head was indeed cut, but the wound was not deep, it was just an ordinary friction wound, so it had long since stopped bleeding.

After seeing that there was no blood in the palm of his hand, Luo Yifan took the opportunity to hold on to the bookcase in front of him, and his originally upright figure slackened and gasped.

After more than a day and a night of torture, and no grain of rice has been eaten, he has indeed reached the limit, his body is too tired to work, if it weren't for more important actions, Luo Yifan felt that he might not be able to hold on.

Shaking his head, trying to shake off the drowsiness caused by pain and hunger, Luo Yifan walked towards the door of the study, deliberately lowering his footsteps.

Possessed put his ear to the door of the study and listened for a while, there was no movement outside, maybe everyone had already left.

Guessing in his heart who would take Liang Yongxin away, Luo Yifan's heart tightened tightly.

Before the conflict with Liang Yongxin, Luo Yifan estimated that the murderer might not want to kill Liang Yongxin, but his prediction was very risky, and once he made a mistake, it could cause Liang Yongxin's death.

So if the murderer took Liang Yongxin away, things would be more dangerous and troublesome.

In this regard, Luo Yifan is guilty, but this is the only way to find out the true face of the murderer at present, and it is also the only way to save the lives of two people outside.

He thought that the reason why Liang Yongxin was so bold was completely different from him in usual times was largely because he wanted to save his lover.

Luo Yifan and Liang Yongxin are actually very similar in some places, they are both people who can give their lives for love. Perhaps in today's society, there are very few people like them, but it is undeniable that there are still some people, and they are not 'extinct'.

People who can do love is more important than life, often the person he loves is no longer as simple as boyfriend and girlfriend or wife and husband in his heart, but a combination of relatives and lovers, an inseparable existence integrated into blood and bones, and the sustenance of the soul.

Luo Yifan calmed down, he was very worried about Liang Yongxin, he had really done too much, recalling Liang Yongxin's frightened expression and completely frightened state when he was stuck in the neck, Luo Yifan's heart trembled a little.

He has never been so rude to a person, even if it is an irrelevant person, is he too deep into the play or is he really out of shape? Luo Yifan didn't want to think about it.

There was no sound in the living room, and after listening for two or three minutes, Luo Yifan opened the door of the study slightly.

The eyes glanced out vigilantly and back and forth, but there was no one. However, only a small half of the living room can be seen through the gap in the study door.

As the crack in the door opened wider and wider, Luo Yifan raised his gaze to look at the outer layer of the double door frame, he had to be careful, Fei Gu's death was just around the corner, and no one could guarantee that the secret door would not fall again.

Staring at the cone-shaped shadow in the gap between the door frames, Luo Yifan licked his lips, and his body moved little by little to the place that was close to the door frame.

Just like an ocelot ready to attack, the stationary body was activated instantly, Luo Yifan flashed, his feet crossed the door frame, and the whole person quickly entered the corridor in less than half a second.

Maybe it's a habit he usually develops, Luo Yifan looks so tall and elegant no matter what he does, even when he is nervous, his figure is always like a loose bamboo, straight and flexible.

After entering the corridor, Luo Yifan stood straight against the wall, he had just taken off his shirt to wipe the blood, and now his upper body was no longer covered by clothes, revealing his well-proportioned and smooth muscles.

Choosing a position where you can see the whole picture of the living room without exposing yourself too much, Luo Yifan observed.

There was indeed no one in the living room as he judged, and from the analysis of the few words he heard, it was possible that the person who came really came to save Liang Yongxin.

Regardless of whether he saves or kills, the top priority at present is to find their whereabouts first, and then make an analysis and judgment.

Speaking of tracking his whereabouts, Luo Yifan preliminarily judged that there were only two ways for the people who came up from the basement to take Liang Yongxin:

Either run out of the gate of the house and flee outside; Or turn around and go back to the basement and run in the direction you came.

As for leaving through the secret passage between the study and the partition wall of the bedroom, Luo Yifan felt that there was no such possibility.

Because there is only one way to the second floor, and the secret room on the second floor is currently in a state of one-way traffic, which means that the upper floor is a dead end for the time being.

Liang Yongxin didn't know the state of the upstairs, and he couldn't possibly know the secret passage in the partition wall.

And Luo Yifan, the person who took him, was not sure whether he knew the situation upstairs, but judging from the actions of that person who dragged himself into the study, they definitely did not go upstairs.

While thinking, Luo Yifan walked back and forth in the living room.

He first tried to open the door of the house, but found that the door was locked from the outside and could not be opened at all.

Turning around, Luo Yifan's gaze swept over every furnishing in the living room.

I thought to myself, 'Where else can they go?' ’

Partial kitchen? No, the kitchen, laundry, and pantry in the side of the house have all been carefully observed.

All the walls there are wooden and fully enclosed, except for the two doors that lead to the living room.

Only the pantry had a small window to the outside, which was small and blocked by a wooden lattice, and an adult could not get out at all.

So did they go back to the basement?

Luo Yifan felt that it was not very likely, if the person who came up was chased by the murderer and fled here, then he would never go back the same way, how could the person who had already escaped go back to face the murderer face to face.

If it was the murderer or accomplice who came up, it was possible to return the same way with Liang Yongxin.

However, according to the information captured by his own ears when he fell to the ground just now, after someone dragged himself to the study, he should have been moving in the living room with Liang Yongxin and did not return to the corridor.

This made Luo Yifan a little puzzled, could there be another exit?

The living room is currently clear at a glance, just such a big place, Luo Yifan's eyes are downward, his eyes are searching back and forth on the floor and low furniture, he seems to be looking for something?

He's not so nervous that he doesn't even know how to leave a clue for himself, right? Luo Yifan thought.

At present, he can't guess which direction the person from the basement is taking Liang Yongxin to, Luo Yifan can only hope that Liang Yongxin can leave him something.

Perhaps the fluorescent lamp in the living room was so bright that Luo Yifan's eyes ignored the tiny, shiny white spot stuck somewhere.

Because he couldn't find a clue, Luo Yifan's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and his eyes gradually revealed anxiety.

Suddenly, Luo Yifan remembered the conversation he had with Jiang Xinglong when he had just escaped from the second floor-

"Did you touch that vase on the mantelpiece in the living room on the first floor last night? What do you mean you turn it half a circle? ”

"Your eyes are so sharp, yes, I touched that vase, but not to open any secret room, but to cover up the traces."

"I'm wondering now why you're risking moving the vase in your living room when everyone is there? As you say, what exactly do you want to cover up? ”

"It's a message, it's a message that I thought was written by that person, written on the side of the vase with a signature pen, written very small, in the direction of the gate, if it weren't for the sudden illness of Fei Gu who attracted all the attention of Bianmoto Yihe and Buhe, they might have found out, so that I would have nowhere to escape."

"Then why didn't you get the attention of Feigu? Why do you see a message on a vase as soon as you enter the door? ”

"It's the code I agreed with that person to write what I want to say on the white edge at the bottom of the vase when there is no way to meet."

"That's why I pay attention to the vase first everywhere I go. At that time......"

(For the above dialogue, please refer to Chapter 22)

Now that I think about it, there seems to be something in this conversation that I ignored at the time.

Luo Yifan walked to the mantelpiece in a few steps and threw Lu Huimei's small leather bag that blocked the vase onto the dining table.

The flowers in the vase are no longer fresh, the leaves are drooping, and in some places they have begun to turn yellow.

Luo Yifan's hand reached out to the seemingly fragile porcelain, and his eyes did not relax for a moment to observe it......